The seat was comfortable enough. The plush velvet cushion warmed my thighs. Warmed them enough that I felt the sweat form on the inside of my silken skin.

It made me shift often though. One ass cheek...the other. I tried to be discreet, but the heat caused such prickles on my underside that I had to bite my lip to suppress my whimpers. Oh, was it the seat?

No, it wasn't. Not entirely.

I knew that my sinful thoughts would surely send me to hell...or at least at the doors. But, no matter how much I tried to listen to the lesson being told, my mind wandered.

I watched the way this stranger walked to and fro on the stage. I watched the way his designer suit clung to the muscular frame underneath. I watched the way he held the microphone in his hands. I imagined his hands holding and tracing me. I watched his lips as he spoke. I could close my eyes and almost feel them on my naked body...teasing me.

I simply could not take my eyes off of him. I was hypnotized.

As he looked in my direction amd continued with his message, I felt my breath catch. His voice soothed me. I could almost hear his whispers in my ear and his warm breath on my neck.

I could feel the turmoil inside my soul. The up and down bounce of emotions. As I continued to search for air, I knew what it was. Desire. Desire waiting to pour from every crevice and curve. This stranger...erotic stranger at that...was making me puddy in my seat.

The tiny hairs were beginning to stick to the back of my neck as my body continued to heat. I knew I was beginning to look restless. The constant recrossing of my legs to allow just enough air to cool my heated cunt.

The heat continued. I was sure it was the fire from the gates of hell licking my inner thighs. And, as the stranger bellowed from the stage, I licked my lips again in an effort to cool my senses.

With a quiet quickness, I leave my seat as he humms his goodbyes to the crowd. Slipping silently to the rear of the building, I exhale deeply to try and calm myself. The heat, now leading way to sweet wetness, continues. I can feel his effect as I run my hands up my tiny skirt and feel my budding clit. I have to slip a finger deep inside my waiting pussy in an effort to forget about him. As I pinch my nipple, I have to bite the tiny corner of my lip as to not give away my hiding spot. As I continue to hear his voice, imagine his smell, and feel his touch, my pussy gives way and crashes around my fingers.

Using the wall to steady myself, I smooth my skirt with my dry hand, pick up my purse and Bible and turn to leave.

Catching my dripping hand, he causes me to pause. Lifting my fingers one by one to his mouth, I close my eyes and fall against the wall. Finally I feel his breath teasing my ear...whispering enough to make my hair dance just a little..."I'll see you next Sunday...."