Out for a stroll

The next day, John woke up alone. He did not mind that, in fact, he had asked Jenny not to send him anyone last night. Yesterday had been exhausting. He may have planned a quiet day, but that did not really work out after all. It still was great, John thought with a grin as he got up.

He had no clear idea about what to do with the day so far. Maybe he would just go outside and see where it would lead him. That is to say, go outside and at least try not to get distracted by the first hot girl he came across.

Did not quite work out yesterday, but what can you do, right? After a relaxed breakfast, John put on some light clothes and was out the door.

The distractions started right away as he had expected. So far, John managed to keep his willpower intact though. He did not even stop to give particularly nice pairs of breasts a quick squeeze as he did most days.

No, today he tried to focus on his surroundings. The actual city around him. To John's surprise, he came into what looked like some sort of historic city center after not more than 10 minutes of walking.

He stopped a high stone tower and realized that it belonged to a church of some kind. At first, he did not really think anything of it. A church was not a strange sight in a historic city center after all. But on the other hand...

Somehow the ideas of the church he was accustomed to did not seem to fit in this world. Contemplating this strange dichotomy in his mind, he felt drawn to the building.

It felt strange to push open the heavy wooden door. Even from the inside the place looked so familiar. Not that John had been in that many churches in his old life, but still the same and wood aesthetic, the colorful glass windows, even the cross on the wall, it was all so eerily familiar, almost like stepping back into his past.

He was already thinking about turning around and leaving this place when he heard footsteps echoing from the stone floor.

The large, quite literally cathedral-like room, was empty, but the clacking of shoes on some came closer. John could still have run away. But then again, why should he? Because of a stage feeling, a deja Vu? No.

The woman who came around the corner looked like a Catholic nun. Well, she did, but then again she did not. Everything was in place and yet slightly off.

The black, robe-like dress that he knew from nuns even with the white hood thing on her head. Yes, she had those. She even wore a golden cross on a chain from her neck.

A golden cross rested right atop the cleavage of her ample breasts. Not that John was an expert, but he was pretty sure the nuns he had seen before did not show the slightest bit of cleavage. Certainly not this much. It looked rather like a nun he had seen in some kind of cheap porn parody that one time.

Also, he was not quite sure about that one, but were nuns supposed to look so... young and hot? Those full lips, those bright eyes, and wow those tits...

And then there was the red headband thing she wore on top of the white headdress. It did not really look out of place or anything but still, it gave John a strange feeling in the back of his mind.

And as John thought about all of those things, all those little details and the two rather big ones, she suddenly stood right in front of him.

"Greetings. I am humbled to be in your presence." She gave a slight, ritualistic-looking nod of the head.