Today, I attended a funeral for my
ex-girlfriend’s
father. Her father had immigrated from Germany as a young man, and he’d lived a
full life and raised two large Catholic families thanks to a divorce late in
life. I’d never met most of his first
family, but there were a lot of smoking hot women, several of whom were in
their 20s and 30s. Hitler himself would
have been proud of the dozen or so intensely fuckable
blondes at the funeral, each of which were paragons of Teutonic beauty. I wasn’t sure which of the women were related
to him and which weren’t, but all of them drew my attention. But as attractive as they were, none of them
made as much of an impression as the one named Jade.
I was seated on a pew near the back of the
church, next to my friend and business partner Fred. There were people in the pew in front of us,
and they’d
left some space on the end for someone who hadn’t arrived yet. Just before the service started, Jade showed
up. She was yet another smoking hot
Teutonic blonde, probably around 30 years old, with shoulder-length hair which
was either a perfect light yellow blonde or an amazingly good dye job. Her hair was mostly straight, with a little
bit of wave, and it came down to just below her collarbone. Her frame was slight, and she wore what
looked like a natural light tan acquired from laying out on the beach. I noticed at first that she wore a relatively
conservative dress, buttoned up to the neckline, with buttons which stretched
down and down. My eyes followed the line
of buttons until they stopped - but the seam between the sides didn’t
stop. With a shock, I realized that her
“dress” was nothing more than an extra-long button-up shirt, which was meant to
be worn with a skirt or pants. It
would’ve been unremarkable if she’d worn leggings or yoga pants with it, but
her long, slender legs were impossible not to notice. She looked like she was dressed for bed, not
a funeral.
My mind raced, trying to figure out why she’d
chosen to come to the funeral wearing no more than a shirt - and as she sat down,
my eyes went wide in disbelief as I caught a flash of panties and the hip
cut-outs on the shirt revealed an amazing amount of her legs. I’m not sure if she noticed me noticing her,
but even as the priest drew our attention by walking to the altar in the front
of the church, I couldn’t get it out of my head. Moments after she sat down, the actual
funeral mass began.
Halfway through the service, the blonde in
the shirt stood up and edged her way out into the aisle. I couldn’t help but notice out of
the corner of my eye as the hem of her shirt rode up a little, exposing just a
glimpse of the bottom of her perfectly-formed ass. Her slender legs worked like a
perfectly-tuned set of scissors as she turned and walked quietly towards the
back of the church. Not turning my head
to watch her ass as she walked away required tremendous willpower. Had I been a Catholic, I’d have been
formulating my next confession already at this point.
The funeral went on, talking about the
deceased, and the blonde never did come back.
A cloud of incense wrapped up the service after about a half hour, and
the congregation stood up to file out of the exit. As I was on my way out, I noticed that there
was a ‘cry
room’ at the back of the church, behind glass so that those inside could see
and hear the service, but screaming children wouldn’t be heard by the
parishioners.
My attention was instantly drawn to the left
side of the first pew in the cry room.
The blonde was there, still wearing a shirt for a dress, but with a
small blonde boy in her lap. Her
attention was distracted a little, and she didn’t seem to notice that her
legs were spread a bit. I tried not to
be too obvious, but there was absolutely no way I could take my eyes off of
her. My eyes were suddenly microscopes,
trailing their way up her perfectly sculpted calves, past the dimples of her
knees, and then they scanned farther and farther up her inner thighs. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that I
was looking at her panties, not just shadows.
My cock stiffened instantly, and I prayed silently that she didn’t
notice me noticing.