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Thorn Birds

I could not believe it was true! Tall man, handsome and kind known to the diving, which had become my diving companion in those holidays, he was a priest! I had even showed the PADI card, with photos in a cassock with a white collar! In the previous two days spent in the boat, gave me the impression of being a very cultured man. We ranged in topics both serious and humorous, but always with great intelligence and depth. I had not investigated the personal life. Frankly I was not interested. It was an excellent and reliable sub, polite and friendly above and below the water. For the rest looked like a park. Just off the boat greeted with a smile and disappeared until the next morning. I thought I was there with his wife and children. Instead, look what I discovered from the beat of a girl: "I commend both of you, not to replicate The Thorn Birds." If you had to be a way to discourage my intentions, had the opposite intent. A priest was missing in the collection! I gave him a wink of female stirred by surprise. He replied with the same signal, and lived as a man accustomed to these provocations of the tempter. I think he was amused by my reaction. Better than a psychologist familiar with the human soul and its weaknesses. At the bottom of the priests are only men who have taken a vow of celibacy, not chastity, in contrast to female colleagues. I know because someone like me, can not have studied in a Catholic boarding school, of course.

From that moment everything changed. The way to take off my clothes to stay in costume in the boat. The way to lie down next to him in the sun, asking him to rub cream on her back. The way to get help to close the zipper of the suit, asking him to be careful not to pinch. Everything was designed to seduce him. Provocations subtle, never vulgar. I was willing to crawl in his lascivious thoughts, as only a snake can. Father forgive me, because before long, I have sinned. And she with me!

The rule of the week off we all know. In the evening, ideal for achieving the goal is the day before departure. If all goes well, it remains a beautiful memory. Conversely, if the adventure of a night was a disaster, everyone returns to his home within a few hours, avoiding embarrassing circumstances you greetings. So I knew that tonight was the right one. I spent all day to throw and he loves to bite. Before I had figured out where I wanted to get and why. It was a challenge to those who gave way first. And because he was my prey, did not make a move. Had delegated to me the role of hunter and I used to and determined, we wallow. Arriving at the pier, before saying goodbye, I told him: "7 1 3 2 1 , "he asked ironically if it was my shoe size. "The first three numbers tell you where to find the last two and now I wait for you" I smiled and walked away. A fire broke out inside of me and something I went out, passing between his legs. Back into the room, I lay down on the bed to get some sleep, 'I should be fit for the evening. When I awoke it was late, missing an hour appointment and I had dined. I slipped in the shower, I turned the shaver quickly dried myself and chose what to wear. What flavors will have a priest? He was a measured, but the look of a man was fluffy, not a saint. I know that I had looked at the breast, swallowing watering that had flooded her mouth. Something neckline. White miniskirt with no underwear, shoes and top blacks. I left in a hurry to get something to eat on the fly. That evening, people look at me with more insistence. Maybe I exaggerated, her skirt is way too short. I thought. "Never mind, tomorrow they do not even remember them." Gobbled something and I returned to the bedroom. On the stairs in dim light, I heard footsteps come down to me. "I was coming to find you," said the priest, he stopped and smiled at me. I looked up and with all the nerve can be answered, "Or do you're running away with your tail between your legs, not to face the temptations of the devil?".

He took my hand and pulled me to him to give me a kiss. I turned to the side, I felt his tongue on her neck and whispered in his ear: "Let the bishops and theological questions concediamoci the pleasures of the flesh, irritating little woman."

I slipped a hand under her skirt and raised his eyebrow feeling the skin of my bare ass slid under his fingers. He pushed me against the wall, kissing me. He unbuttoned quickly and penetrated me there on the stairs. The whole resort was having dinner while I had to dip the left particle of a priest in my cup of desire.

The thing did not last long. To my great satisfaction, but not carnal mind. I managed to lose control of self to a man who had made his life's mission. But I was not satisfied, now I enjoy myself. I kissed him a long time. And then I told him to come into my room. He asked me to go to the bathroom. I left him quiet for a while, then joined him. He was surprised by my move, thinking maybe I could consider the matter closed, with the quickie before. Come and see, I took off my skirt, undid her bra, removed the top and stood naked in front of him. I went into the shower: "I wash my sin" and sensuality made myself wet by water, gently caressing the entire body. He stood looking at me hard. Petrified. The caresses became more intimate. Before him, a woman was touching in the shower. He did not move. So I went, I did sit on the toilet and sat on it. Soaked in the water, desire, inzuppai clothes. The took off my shirt, unbuttoned his pants and took out his flesh. I began to strusciami, making him shudder with desire. I think he had never even imagined that the devil could come to that! Rincarai dose, kneeling before him and to swallow. Only then will the force of a few minutes before he returned to make it hard. I knew that was not used to restrain himself, so I'm not devoted much we do not want to risk ending up too fast. I got up, and I turned her back to him, I sat on him, making him enter me. My hands clutching his knees and his my hips. So I stayed a few seconds. Then began my dance. Slowly, I concentrated on the rate of penetration. Five fast and slow, deep. Four fast and two slow. Climbing away, away until they become just an endless long drive inside of me. At that moment came, too. Remains motionless, exhausted and bewildered by how intense it was. I got up and left the bathroom, I heard the roar of the shower and after a few minutes, came up with the towel tied at the waist and dressed in hand. He left without saying a word. With a sense of guilt on his face. The next day, the usual return of the dies. Suitcases in the lobby, crammed buses, dusty roads. I looked in vain among the piers. I thought you were hiding from me, the witness of the deed done. Just get to the airport, emerged from a line of people, caught up with me, looked at me sweetly and said, "I left the priesthood a year ago. I'm sorry for your collection, but I am just a man. "