Reaching the door, he rang the bell. After a few moments, the door swung open and a stately lady of some fifty odd years greeted him with a smile.
"Good morning, Reverend! How nice of you to drop by," she said warmly, motioning him inside.
"Good morning, Mrs. Parker," he replied. Seeing that she was still in her robe, he paused. "If you like, I can come back later," he added.
"Nonsense!" she chided. "What mischief could an old lady get a young man like you into?"
He stepped into the cool living room and took the chair that she motioned to. She paused and smiled at him.
"Would you like some coffee? I was about to have mine."
"Yes, thank you. That would be fine." He watched her leave the room, a strange feeling creeping up the back of his neck. She was a fine figure of a woman for her age. In the robe, her figure still had a youthful look. She had been a widow for four years and he wondered why she hadn't remarried. She was pretty enough to attract a man and he knew that she was comfortable financially. With a shrug he dismissed the train of thought and settled back in the chair.
She returned with two cups, setting one on the table near his chair. "I believe you take it black," she said, pausing for an answer.
"Yes. And thank you," he replied, lifting the cup to his lips.
She eased herself onto the sofa across from him and sipped her coffee. Her eyes seemed to watch him closely. He was almost uncomfortable. He set his cup aside and smiled at her.
"Well, Mrs. Parker, how have you been?" he asked.
"Martin, how many times do I have to tell you, my name is Julia and you are to call me that. And I have been fine," came her spirited reply.
"All right, Julia. You look marvelous. I keep hoping that I'll have the pleasure of performing a marriage ceremony between you and some fine gentleman," he teased.
"Ha! There are damn few 'fine gentlemen' around. Besides, I'm waiting for you." She raised an eyebrow and enjoyed the banter.
Martin grinned and shook his head. He relaxed and lifted his coffee again.
"How have you been?" she asked over the rim of her cup. Her grey eyes echoed the question but at a deeper level.
"Just fine. The girls are growing and Louise is healthy and lovely as ever," he replied. She crossed her legs and he caught a glimpse of white thighs. A lump formed in his throat. He looked quickly back to her face.
"Yes, Louise is lowly and seems to be everything that a man could want in a wife," Julia echoed. Her tone and her eyes seemed to ridicule her words.
"She is!" Martin knew that his tone was wrong. He wondered what subconscious thought had come to the surface in his actions. Julia had noticed, also.
The robe had slipped off her knees and Martin was having trouble keeping his eyes on her face. Her legs were long and well shaped and the skin looked like marble. He swallowed hard and tried harder.
Julia was aware of her bared legs but made no move to cover them. Her eyes seemed to laugh. She watched him and then slowly uncrossed them, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, hands cradling her cup.
"I'm sure that she takes care of all your needs," she added. Her voice was lower and throaty. Martin almost flinched with the effect that it had on him.
"Oh, yes, completely," he replied. His tone was still wrong and they both caught it.
"You would be quite a man to handle." The sentence dripped with insinuation.
Martin looked away from her and tried to think of someway to change the subject. His cock was pulsing beneath his slacks and he could feel it already beginning to harden.
"Uh, how are your flowers this year?" he stuttered.
"They're fine. The loveliest I've ever had," she replied. Her tone was still soft and husky and he could feel her eyes on him.
He looked back to her and her gray eyes were fixed on the slight bulge in his lap. She licked slowly over her full lips and then she met his eyes and smiled slightly.
"Would you like to see them?" she asked suddenly.
"Yes! Yes, I would," he said with more than a little relief.
"Then come along. I have one very special one I would enjoy showing you." She stood and held out her hand to him.
He rose and took her hand letting her lead him through the large house to a sun porch. The glassed in worn was full of flowers and plants. She stopped just inside the door and maintained her grasp on his hand. Martin stopped and felt the light, brief brush of the back of her hand across the front of his slacks. His cock jerked and he sucked in his breath sharply. She seemed to ignore his reaction.
"They are beautiful!" he exclaimed, surveying the room.
"Thank you. I think they are the best I have had." Her pride was evident.
Martin's palm was sweating against hers and he was feeling a little warm. The room was warm with the morning sun but that wasn't what was making him warm.
She released his hand and he turned to look at her. There was a liquid, hazy look to her eyes and her lips were parted. He stared at her for a moment, confused.
"Now, for the special treat I promised." Her voice was a husky whisper. "Sit down here and I'll show you."
He lowered himself into the wicker chair and stared up at her. She smiled and gazed back at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
Suddenly, she dropped to her knees between his feet. Martin gasped. Her slim fingers clutched the half-hard bulge of his cock through his slacks.
"Julia!" he choked.
"Oh, be quiet and let an old lady have her fun," she chided. "Besides, if you don't co-operate, I'll have to tell the other ladies how you came to visit and made lewd and obscene suggestions to me, a poor defenseless old lady."
Her threat and the movement of her fingers quieted his objections for a moment. By the time he had recovered from the shock and would have fought from another angle, her hot, soft fingers were inside his slacks, tugging his swelling cock out.
"Ooooo! Such a nice big cock!" she crooned, fondling the hard column of flesh. "It looks delicious!"
Her last three words stabbed into Martin's mind. He stiffened and felt the last thread of his inhibitions dissolve. He looked down at her and waited.
She rolled his cock between her palms, her eyes fixed on it her tongue flicking across her lips expectantly.
"Does your wife suck your cock, Martin?" she asked without taking her eyes off it.
Martin was too stunned to answer. He sat very still and watched her, her hands and words bringing his blood to a boil.
"Well? Does she?" Julia insisted, turning her eyes up to his face, briefly.
"Uh, no," he replied weakly.
"Oh, that's terrible! Such a waste of lovely cock and delicious cum!" Her breathing was becoming ragged and wafted hotly over the sensitive skin of his cock.
Cradling his throbbing cock in her palms, she dipped her head and flicked her pointed tongue across the dark head. Martin gasped and his hips jerked. Her tongue made slow circles around and around the silky knob, her breath hot and moist over it.
"Mmmmm! It's delicious!" she purred. "Your cum will just have to taste a good or better."
Martin was gripping the arms of the chair, his head lolling on his shoulders, his teeth clenched against the racking sensations that her tongue and lips were stirring in his gorged cock. Her lips nipped at the dark bulbous head, her tongue stabbing at the tiny slit. She paused and turned her head aside, one hand leaving his cock for a moment and then returning. He lifted his head to see what the interruption was. Her mouth opened and she circled his cockhead with her soft lips.