Being a pastor is a tremendous duty, and I do feel the weight of the office. I want to make myself available to help people in their lives. Sometimes my methods are eccentric but I feel a responsibility to do almost anything to help my members.
One of the people that came to me for help was Sade. Sade was a widow; her husband having passed away a couple of years ago. Since that time, Sade seemed to have gotten used to her new reality, and she volunteered in so many things around the church. Children’s programs, choir, women’s ministry, Sade was involved in all of them.
Sade was a very quiet person, almost timid. She was always happy to help and support the church, but she was never going to be the one out front. We had never really had any conversations of any substance. She was always friendly with me, but she was just so shy that Sade was kind of easy to overlook.
Her appearance didn’t help. I knew that she was still fairly young, early forties, but she seemed content to dress in clothes that were very out of style.
Even though most of the women in the church wore dresses and skirts, most of them would find very fashionable clothes that looked great on them. But Sade’s clothes were plain. She was very modest and the style did nothing to make her more attractive.
And her hair was put up in a bun. It had no gray that you could see, but again the style made her older than she was. She looked like the classic widow lady.
Sade wasn’t plump at all. In fact, she was quite small. She was about 5-2. I liked Sade, loved her as a member of the church, but she was never the first person that anyone would think of when talking about the church.
There were several women, both young and old, who were much more attractive.
Anyway, I was working in my home office one Monday, trying to catch up on some work that I had neglected. I was dressed in a pair of jeans shorts and a t-shirt. Around 10, I heard the doorbell and I went out to answer it. I was really surprised to see Sade at the door.
I invited her in, hugged her in a brotherly way, quickly, and then I invited her to sit with me on the couch.
She started to move in that direction, but then she stopped and said, “I’m not bothering you, am I? I just need to discuss something with you. It’s sort of personal.”
I said, “I have all the time you need, Sade. If you want to talk, then let’s just sit down.”
Sade had sat on the couch, and she looked very nervous. I sat down in a chair next to her, wondering what was on her mind.
Sade just decided to jump right in. “Pastor, it’s been a couple of years since Akin died, and I’ve decided that it’s time for me to move on. I’ve mourned his loss long enough, and I need to get my life back.
But I’m concerned because I haven’t dated any other man, and I don’t know what I’m doing!”
I said, “Sade, I think that’s a fine idea. You’re still a young and vibrant woman, and I’m sure that there are a lot of men who would love to get to know you.
Now, how can I help?” I laughed. “Do you want me to set you up with someone?”
She laughed with me and said, “No, nothing like that. Pastor, I know that I dress very conservatively, but I think it’s time for me to come out of my shell.
So, well, I know this seems crazy, but I want to show you an outfit that I bought and I want you to let me know what you think. Is that ok? I need to know if I can still be attractive.”
I hadn’t noticed the bag that she had brought with her, but now I realized that she had brought an outfit along with her. I said, “That’s fine, I’m happy to help. Would you like to use my restroom?”
She stood and said, “Yes please. I’ll be just a moment. Don’t go anywhere.”, and she moved quickly to the restroom, closing and locking the door behind her.
She was gone for several minutes and I was starting to wonder about her. Soon, though, I saw the door open and Sade appeared. She came out slowly, seeming to be very self-conscious.
Sade had nothing to be shy about. The woman that came out of that bathroom was not the same woman that had gone in. She had redone her hair, letting it bounce freely over her shoulders.
It was thick and glossy, a curl of dark hair. She had also put on some makeup and her face was transformed. It wasn’t too much, but it accentuated her pretty eyes and her full lips.
But that wasn’t the only change. Gone was the old lady dress that she normally wore. Instead, she wore a cute little skirt that just came to her knees, with heels that showed off her very nice legs.
The skirt was cozy but not too tight, just tight enough to give you a hint of her womanly hips. All of that was amazing, but her blouse took the outfit from cute to sexy.
She was wearing a tight, white, thin blouse that left most of her boobs showing. This woman had a rack and I could have gotten lost in that cleavage. I would have never imagined that sweet little Sade had such an amazing set of boobs.
She was smiling but also seemed very nervous and shy. She asked, “Do I like ridiculous? Am I too old for an outfit like this?”
I stood up and went over to her, grabbing her hands in mine and holding them. “Are you kidding? You look amazing! You look like a new woman!” I leaned in and kissed her gently on the cheek.
She had also put on a light and floral perfume that nearly made my knees buckle. I was starting to get aroused, but my mind was trying hard to get used to the change.
She said, “Thank you, Pastor, but I need to share something else with you. Please go sit down and again so that I can work up the courage to take the next step.”
I went back to sit and stared at this sexual woman that looked like a vision. I couldn’t take my eyes off her boobs. They looked so full and alive. Where had this woman been all these years?
Sade took a deep breath and said, “Pastor, I need to show you something else. I want to make sure that you understand everything.” And then shy little Sade reached behind her and unzipped her skirt.
She dropped it at her feet. Her blouse almost covered her hips but not quite, and I could see her little blue panties that covered her pussy. My jaw dropped. I was speechless.
While I was trying to figure out how to respond, Sade started unbuttoning her blouse, and she started talking while she slowly undid the buttons.
She said, “You see, pastor, I’ve been the good wife to Akin for many years. I loved him, and he loved me. But he thought that a woman should dress very modestly, even around her husband.
So, he never allowed me to dress in a sexy way for him. We only made love in the dark, and it was almost a dirty thing that we did because we had to. I’ve mourned Akin long enough, and I’ve decided that it’s time for Sade to come out of her shell.”
With that, she pulled the blouse off of her body and showed me the light blue bra that matched her panties. Both the bra and the panties looked like they had been sprayed on.
Her nipples were hard and pushing hard against the cups. And her mound was tight against her panties, with the lips starting to develop a camel toe. She was an absolute vision. I couldn’t believe that this woman had been under my nose all these years.
I was speechless. My dick, though, knew what to do, and it was growing down my leg. It was going to come out of the leg of my shorts if I wasn’t careful
Sade said, shyly, “I hope I haven’t shocked you, but I knew that you would tell me the truth. Do I look like a woman that you would like to be with? Will men want me?”
As she said this, she started moving towards me, looking like she wanted to devour me. She was nearly begging me to fuck her, and I felt a tremendous responsibility to help her self-esteem.
I said, “Sade, I can’t believe that you even have to ask that. Any man that is breathing would be thrilled to be with you.
You look absolutely stunning. I had no idea.” She stopped in front of me, standing there, legs slightly spread, breathing hard. I could smell her pussy, and I could see that the crotch of her panties was absolutely soaked.
I reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. With my right hand, I tenderly touched her thigh, feeling the heat coming out of her body. When my fingers touched her leg, she let out a moan that told me everything I wanted to know.
