The Other Stall

Sister Marie seemed coherent enough that she was not really needing help. Sister Lela followed her into the shower after stripping anyway, just in case she fainted again. Sister Marie was a little embarrassed but ignored it as she began to lather up the wash cloth. Sister Lela had brought in another wash cloth with her and waited for Sister Marie to hand her the soap.

As Sister Marie went to hand Sister Lela the soap, Sister Lela dropped it. Before she could bend over Sister Marie bent down to pick it up. Sister Lela’s eyes became drawn to Sister Marie’s rather toned ass cheeks and thighs. Sister Lela had never really been attracted to women before. She had thought about it a few times after catching more than a few nuns in the act. But now, the woman in front of her was inflaming the flower that lie between her legs.

Sister Lela shook her head to clear her thoughts as Sister Marie handed her the soap again. A wicked thought about dropping the soap once more crossed Sister Lela’s mind. Sister Lela began to thoroughly lather the wash cloth trying to drive the sinful thoughts from her mind. What was going on with her she thought. She glanced up again and noticed that Sister Marie was turned to her. She also saw that Sister Marie’s rather large breasts were well lathered and looked succulent as her hard nipples peeked out among the soapy suds. Sister Lela was now soaping up her own breasts and immensely enjoying the feeling.

Once again Sister Lela realized what she was doing and stopped herself. She had to get a hold of herself. This is ridiculous she continued to think. She looked up at Sister Marie’s mouth and noticed for the first time that Sister Marie was watching her as well with a glazed look in her eyes. Sister Marie was noticing for the first time that despite Sister Lela’s age as she was in her sixties, her body looked rather nice. She had descent c cup breasts, an hour glass shape with just a bit of pudginess to her stomach, and a rather nice thick ass. Sister Marie was somewhat surprised to see that the normal wrinkles she was used to seeing were gone. Sister Lela could easily pass as a woman in her forties thought Sister Marie.

Sister Lela soon found herself looking at Sister Marie’s deliciously thick lips. Sister Lela also in the back of her mind realized that Sister Marie was getting closer. The two had subtly and unconsciously moved closer. Sister Lela had managed to stop her feet but was now leaning forward. Sister Marie had far less compunctions for what was going to happen and moved the last bit of distance to lean in and kiss Sister Lela.

As the two kissed, Sister Marie’s passion fully ignited. She wanted to devour this woman. At every point their bodies were touching, her body tingled insanely. It felt fantastic. Sister Marie was now rubbing her body against Sister Lela’s. Sister Lela however was still fighting with herself. She had not felt like this since god knows when, but she knew it was not right. Her mind felt pleasurably foggy as her body tingled and her arousal grew. The feeling of Sister Marie rubbing against her was driving her crazy. Her own body was even rubbing back unconsciously.

Abruptly her mind screamed this is a sin. Sister Lela found the strength to push Sister Marie away and storm out of the stall, slamming the door behind her. She walked over to the now foggy bathroom mirror and leaned forward on the counter. Every part of her body that had touched Sister Marie still tingled. Her mind began to grow foggy again as the desire to rub her clit grew. She felt someone touch her shoulder causing her to quickly turn towards them. She was about to yell at Sister Marie to back off when she realized it was Cynthia.

Sister Lela’s mind reeled as she took in the appearance of the Mother Superior. They had known each other for almost fifty years. But the woman in front of her looked quite different. Cynthia’s skin looked a fair bit younger and flecks of dark hair were now peaking out of the grey. Even her large breasts seemed to sag a bit less. Sister’s Lela’s mind tried to make sense of it as she gawked at her friend. Instead of sixty-nine years of age, Cynthia looked like a very pleasing fifty.

Cynthia noticed Sister Lela gawking at her and also noticed how much younger Sister Lela looked. She could see some of her blond hair returning. Her skin seemed less wrinkled and far more rosy than usual. Her rather nice breasts seemed to have far less of a sag than Cynthia would have expected for the woman’s age. The Mother Superior thought to herself that this woman of sixty-four could easily pass for a woman of her early fifties. Cynthia wondered if this was normal. She was not sure since most of the time Sister Lela wore a traditional habit as well. Cynthia noticed how Sister Lela was still standing there with her mouth agape. She asked, What, do I still have a bunch of the grey ooze on me some where. I thought I got it all off?”

Sister Lela slightly stuttering, “N...nn...no, look ...at yourself in the mirror. You look so much younger.”

Cynthia now curious replied back, “Me! What about you!” The two turned to the mirror simultaneously and rubbing away the steam examined themselves. The two stared in wonder. Both with their mouths agape. They could not believe how much younger they both looked.

Neither even noticed Sister Marie wander out of the shower stall with her eyes all puffy and red. Their minds were brought back to the present as they heard Sister Marie say, “Mother Superior, I don’t feel that good. I feel really hot and my stomach is uneasy.”

As the two turned to look at Sister Marie, Cynthia noticed how puffy and red her eyes were, how much darker her areolas were than before. Her skin seemed to be irritated as it look like a rash across most of her body. But one specific thing drew her attention, Sister Marie’s vulva was engorged and dripping. Her clit stood out proudly as the woman wobbled a little. The Mother Superior began to suspect that the ooze had done something to them. Exactly what she was not sure giving that Sister Lela and her looked so much younger. Sister Lela also looked like she was developing a massive rash across her body.

As her duties came to the forefront of her mind, Cynthia turned to Sister Lela and ordered, “Get her to her room and watch over her. Make sure she wears her rosary and pray for her welfare. I need to gather all the others and prepare a mass in the chapel. Evil surrounds our home now. But I believe if we can keep it out until daylight, we will be ok.” The three dressed and went about their duties.