Power through it

You bear down and power through the sermon. While you definitely weren't listening to a single thing said in the sermon, you did manage to make it seem like you were, while you were covertly squeezing your thighs over and over to help alleviate some of the urges you're wanting to engage in right now. Your mind was far more focused on ideas of what you might do later with the Rulebook, interspersed with various sexual fantasies being considered from time to time. Eventually, despite the embarrassment and arousal you've been dealing with the entire time, the sermon ends. You quickly pack up your things and try to pull out your clothes, when your mother stops you and reminds you you're not allowed to put those on until you're at the door to the outside.

Instead, you pack away the holy book and the Rulebook and begin to scurry towards the doors, but your mother stops you once more, "Are you really trying to forego shaking hands with everyone and saying goodbye? You know it's what we do at the end of service here!"

Oh. Right. That is a thing that happens... Embarrassed enough as is, your already somewhat visible arousal and the wet spot you left on the pew don't help matters at all, with each hand shake and parting making both problems a little worse. By the time you're finally allowed to leave, your crotch is soaked and your face hurts from all the blood that's been flushing your cheeks. Standing within the area you're 'kindly' reminded of (right next to the door leading outside!) you finally pull out your clothes and begin dressing. Despite your nudity, everyone has been behaving as if nothing's out of place, and that includes no extra attention from the church members, which does little to dampen the feelings of dressing right here brings to you.

Of course putting on your white cotton panties first, as soon as you do, there's already a damp spot on the outside from how wet you are. You follow that up with a matching white cotton bra and pantyhose, before moving on to your outer clothing. You grab your white ankle length pleated skirt and quickly put it on and button it in place, before finally putting on your light blue blouse and covering it with your dark blue jacket. Slipping on the black flats you have, you're now ready to leave, at which point you quietly say farewell to your mother, and quickly shuffle away, keeping your head down and trying to alleviate your Rulebook caused arousal.