Gordon is reunited with an old crush.

Based on a post by Blacksheep, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

The

monthly Mother's Union meeting was taking place at Gladys Wilcox's

bungalow. There was much to discuss, mainly tomorrow's Easter Sunday

service. However the main topic of conversation was the vicar's phallus.

"He

was just standing there, starkers! Swinging, I tell you, swinging. It

was like a boa constrictor poking out of a tree. I didn't know where to

look!" Mrs. Harris exclaimed.

"Wish I could've been there," Mrs. Wilcox replied.

"Really, Gladys!"

"Well

at our age there's not much opportunity for those sorts of thrills is

there?" She grinned and glanced at Norman the churchwarden, who said

nothing and awkwardly sipped his coffee. Being the only man there, he

felt uncomfortable sitting through this, but Mrs. Wilcox had insisted he

attend.

"How come he was naked?" Another woman asked.

"Said he'd been having a shower, but I know a lie when I see one. If you ask me, him and his wife had been; you know;"

"Having

a quickie?" Mrs. Wilcox replied. Norman almost choked on his coffee,

remembering that 21st birthday surprise the vicar had arranged for Jenna

in the church, sixteen months ago.

"Yes, exactly!"

"You

know something, Maureen, I was chatting to Maud Finch, on the bus the

other day. Now she lives on Haddock Street, in one of those council

houses that overlook the railway line. She tells me that groups of drunk

young men are forever going up on that opposite embankment and mooning

at passing trains."

"Has she made a complaint?"

"Why

on earth would she want to do that?" Mrs. Wilcox spluttered. "I said to

her, I'll call round later this week and I'll bring a pair of

binoculars!"

Over

on the other side of town, at 64 Stovepipe Avenue, Gordon Leesmith

yawned and sat up in bed. He squinted at the alarm clock. It was ten

thirty.

"Oh

Gord, you lazy bugger," he said to himself, stretching his arms. He

hadn't intended on having such a long lie-in. Myah had gone to work

hours ago. She'd been working Saturdays the past few weeks, covering for

Kate, a work colleague who was recovering from major abdominal surgery.

Gordon

staggered out of bed and scratched his belly as he peered out of the

window. The weather seemed reasonable today. The past week had seen some

very unsettled conditions, with sunny spells and frequent heavy

showers, so typical of British springtime.

"I'd

better get a move on. I promised Myah I'd cook tonight and there's not a

bite of food in the house." Gordon didn't relish the prospect of going

to the supermarket during the Easter weekend. Every shop was crammed.

Besides, he wanted to head to the church and spend an hour practicing on

the organ ready for tomorrow's special service. He'd have the church

all to himself for once. He relished this temporary period of calm.

Easter was always busy for the organist. As well as his full-time job

repairing organs, he'd had to play the Wednesday Eucharist, the Maundy

Thursday service, yesterday's Good Friday evening service and on Sunday,

it was the big one. At least he could rest his fingers on Monday's bank

holiday.

"Can't

wait to jet off next month," he muttered, as he hurriedly dressed

himself and brewed a cup of tea. He'd booked a week's holiday in

Tenerife for himself and Myah. Their first holiday together and they

were really looking forward to it. Gordon wasn't one for culture,

eco-tourism or trailing round ancient ruins. Sun, sea and all-inclusive

hotels were his idea of paradise. Myah had never been to the Canary

Islands. He hoped she wouldn't be too bored just lounging on the beach

or by the pool all day. He'd booked an adults-only hotel, the four star

Golden Vista in Playa de las Americas. It had excellent reviews on

TripAdvisor.

Meanwhile, at the vicarage;

Reverend

Morris was in turmoil. "Maureen Harris has got a right mouth on her.

Who needs social media when you've got a pensioner who's Britain's

answer to Hedda Hopper?"

"Simon,

you're worrying unnecessarily," Jenna said. "You've not done anything

wrong. You were in your own home and you didn't know she was there."

"Oh,

I don't know. I'm the parish vicar and I just accidentally exposed

myself in front of an elderly member of my congregation. Can't say I'm

too thrilled about that."

"Maureen

shouldn't have walked in. She was in the wrong. Said she knocked, but

when nobody answered, she should've given up and gone."

"And I should've locked the front door! I bet she's told everyone at the Mother's Union that she saw me nude!"

Jenna shrugged. "So, she saw your cock. I bet many other ladies wish they could've been so lucky!"

Gordon

parked up on the Tesco Express car park. As expected, the place was

heaving with people rushing to get last-minute groceries. Tubs of

cut-price garden fence paint were piled up outside the store. As he was

looking at these, he heard someone call his name.

"Gordon? Gordon Leesmith. Is it you?"

He

spun round in surprise. A tall, slim woman, late sixties at a guess,

and with silvery hair cut into a sleek bob, was stood next to him. She

was dressed