Where'd the Potato go?

Back before Christmas...

Reverend David Patterson adjusted his tie as he walked away from the house. He'd found the purse discarded on the ground after that deplorable spectacle with Mister Justice, and had simply returned it. That was what he would tell Martha. He would say the young woman he returned it to was thankful and offered him money, but he'd turned it down. That would be good. He would definitely not mention exactly how thankful she'd been; the long walk should work off the tingling between his legs.

He stopped by the church, seeing the sign in a new light as he went in. The Church of Holy Love; if the parishioners knew... The tingling started again.

Sandy McPherson, leader of the youth group, stopped him at his office door.

"Reverend David, can I talk to you?"

"You already are, Sandy. What can I do for you?" He hadn't really noticed before that her sweater clung very tightly and made a little concave arch between the tips of the girl's breasts. He figured bullet bras were designed by Satan to tempt men, and reminded himself to write a sermon about wantonness. The tingling grew.

He talked as he led her into the office. "I was thinking about this year's Christmas Dance. You know how a lot of the boys are enlisting and talking about how there's going to be a war soon. If it comes in the next few months we may not have enough boys around for a dance next year."

"There's no certainty of war, child. I'm sure Mister Hitler wouldn't want to bring another such disaster to his people." Her hands were clasped behind her back and she was swaying slightly as he talked. There was a subtle v-shaped depression halfway between her soft hips. The tingling became a rustling.

"Papa says he's going to invade France before 1939 is out; I don't know politics but Papa does. Anyway, I was thinking we could make the dance a 'Soldier Boy' theme and have the girls charge a nickel a dance like they do in the big dance halls. We could use the money to help the poor."

"That's good business sense, but are you sure the boys would pay it?" Her auburn curls fell around her face and her bright eyes were sparkling. The little pout on her candy-apple lips was meant to convince him; it did. The rustling became a yearning.

"I think I might be able to convince a few boys to. Maybe a few of the older men, too. Would you contribute money to dance with a pretty young girl?"

"Very much." Reverend Patterson began shaking inside. He took out his wallet and took out five sawbucks. "How much would dancing would that get?"

"Fifty dollars! Wow, Reverend, that is generous! I don't know how I can thank you." She pressed her body tightly against his and gave him a long, deep kiss.

David could feel that kiss all the way down to his socks. Does she know how much I want her right now? If she wasn't young enough to be my daughter I'd...

Sandy tossed her head. "I know! Sit down in the easy chair."

With a slight push of her hand he fell back. The girl started dancing, swaying her seductive hips and raising her arms over her head languidly. Her body moved like a cobra, shimmying and sliding in slow gyrations. She closed the office door with a hip bump.

If she couldn't feel his desire before, she most certainly did when she nestled her soft behind into his lap and kicked one leg straight up. Her skirt slid to her waist and revealed her garter belt and knickers. David's member strained against his pants. She unclipped her stocking on the vertical leg and slid it up, bending her knee as she did. Stocking and slipper dropped off the chair. Sandy swivelled so David was directly between her legs. The bare left came down and the right was raised. A few sinuous moments later it was as unclad as the left.

David pulled at his tie and loosened his collar.

"It's pretty warm in here; I don't really need this, do I?" Sandy peeled off her sweater and stretched, thrusting up the bullet-tips against her thin white blouse. Her soft behind pressed firmly into David's crotch.

David realized that this woman was his every desire, and she was doing exactly what he wanted her to without a single instruction.