Pastor Saylen...with an embarrassed red face...said,"They saw you naked....they saw you dancing with nothing but a red scarf in your hands...they witnessed you pulling the scarf between your legs...they witnessed you fondling your breasts and worst of all...they witnessed you inserting your flesh into your flesh!"
Pastor Saylen thumped his bible with his knuckles and told her to never return to the church. Sarah cried like a child as they walked out...slamming her front door. She wasn't embarrassed or even ashamed...she was hurt because they had cut her off from going to her favorite building in the whole world.
The church women had caught her masturbating. Sarah had no idea they were outside her window. Sarah didn't understand their judgments but she did understand people and their motives...she had been a whore in New York City...she had heard and seen it all.
She had begged Pastor Saylen to return to the church. The light that came through the stained glass window was a false miracle but it was enough to nudge him towards what Sarah wanted.
Sarah arrived at the church on Sunday morning at 8:30 AM. Washington helped her down from the buggy and walked the horse to a place where shade would last the morning. Sarah was met by Deacon Jess Hollman. With a stone cold look on his face he told her to enter the balcony door to her left. She climbed the stairs and saw the darkness of the black drapes...dividing two seats from the rest of the balcony seating. It was thick and heavy material...almost like a wall.
There was also a black short curtain...along the railing in front of the seats. Sarah sat in the far chair as the Deacon sat in the other chair after locking the top of the steps door behind him Sarah could see the top of the cherry wood pulpit and all of the stained glass windows. She could see most of the decor of the church she loved. She was instructed by the Deacon to be silent and to not stand or even lean forward.
She was dressed in a modest pastel blue dress and wore a blue felt hat with a white lace veil hung from the brim. Just a bit of cleavage was revealed between the white ruffles of her blouse. Sarah pulled the hem of her dress over her knees while sitting prim and proper. The Deacon looked forward with disgust but didn't utter a word. Sarah smiled as she heard the congregation trickle in...people laughing with joy....children giggling...babies cooing and crying....conversations about crops and those new fangled automobiles that are replacing horses like wildfire!
Sarah chuckled when an old man shouted,"They aint nothing but gangster machines and mark my words....in ten years we'll be back to good old horses again!" The services finally began as Pastor Saylen read from the bible. He didn't say a word about Sarah being present and hidden in the balcony...but he did glance up at her a few times. Most of the congregation knew she was there but were fine with it because the Pastor had declared her,"The least in the church."
Sarah felt so good that she was there....but a strange feeling came over her...she had felt the feeling before when she waited in the lobby of the brothel. She knew what the feeling was when she felt the Deacon's left hand on her right knee. She didn't move...she looked straight ahead as he slightly pulled her dress up...bunching it in his hand. He pulled it up higher and draped the flesh of her silk stocking covered knee with his fingers. The first thought that came to her mind was,"Hypocrite!"
He looked at her but she continued looking straight ahead as his hand slowly moved up her leg. He began to fumble with her inner thigh garter snap until her saw her begin taking her right glove off with her left hand. He watched her remove her white satin and lace glove...revealing the soft milk like flesh of her arm and hands. It was erotic...the way the glove fell from her fingers.
Sarah took his hand away from her leg and grabbed the half stiff bulge of his gray wool pants crotch. She fondled it until it became fully hard. Deacon Hollman unbuttoned his trousers...reached in and pulled it out. Sarah lightly stroked it with the tips of her fingers....and it would throb with every slight touch. She glanced over to him...reached up and pulled the red kerchief from his pocket and dropped it on his lap. He picked it up and held it in his right hand.
As she stroked him...he thought of how her hand was so much softer than his wife's skin. Her hand was smaller than his wife's and so clean looking. He watched her feminine wrapped fingers go up and down his member and saw that even her hand even looked erotic. Sarah stroked a little faster as she felt the throbbing increase. She squeezed hard and jacked it in little fast strokes just below the head....she released it at the first pump. The Deacon began to slightly hump and tremble as the sperm spurted into his red kerchief.
A tiny drip of sperm had fallen on Sarah's wrist...she wiped it on his pant leg. He held the stem of his member with his left hand and wiped the remainder of the wetness from the head of his shrinking member with his partially soaked kerchief in his right hand. He whispered,"That was good woman...damn good" as Sarah put her glove back on. The Pastor closed his bible and led the congregation into the song,"Gather At The River."
