Behind the Church Shed_(0)

It was a calm, autumn Saturday morning, mostly overcast. Melinda was in her kitchen, washing the dishes, happy for some quiet time away from her husband, Matt, who would be at work until at least sundown. The window looked out toward a large field and the parking lot of the local church.

When the boy came into view, she didn’t think anything of it. Kids came to the church building often, usually to play basketball or to skateboard in the parking lot. She and her husband taught Sunday School to a few of them every week. Melinda would never admit it to anyone, especially not her husband, but one of the things she enjoyed most about teaching was the attention the boys in class showed her. At 27, she wasn’t THAT much older than them, after all, and their raging hormones couldn’t help but admire her.

Melinda was short, had dark, shoulder length hair, and a bust just full enough to contribute to an hourglass figure. She’d never wear anything more revealing than a knee length skirt at church, but that didn’t stop the boys from staring. Once, she and her husband had hosted a pizza party for the kids they taught and she’d decided to have a little bit of extra fun by wearing the tiniest pair of sweat shorts she owned. She thought that her husband would object, but he didn’t even seem to notice… unlike the boys. There were a lot of wide eyes that night.

As the boy out the window walked down the church parking lot, she realized that she knew him. His name was Brian, and he was one of the least popular kids in the congregation; a total geek, with glasses and a very thin build. Melinda had always felt a little bad for him and tended to go out of her way to make him feel important and cared for, since he seemed to not have many friends. Unlike the boy’s peers, Melinda saw that, behind his shyness and slightly nerdy bearing, Brian was actually quite attractive. And once you opened him up, he’d talk to you as freely as anyone else.

She wondered what Brian was doing at the church on a Saturday, all alone. He certainly wasn’t one to play basketball or go skateboarding. And why did he look so nervous? He kept looking around as if to reassure himself that no one was watching. Eventually, he reached the back lawn and made his way to a shed in which the church housed lawn equipment and other random items. He began to scope out the area. Shrugging, Melinda concentrated on her dishes once more, glancing toward Brian every couple of seconds, intrigued.

He took one last furtive glance around and started unbuckling his belt.

Blinking, Melinda put down a glass and reached for a towel. The church doors must be locked, and the poor kid needed a place to use the bathroom. She walked around to the French doors that led to the balcony and walked out, still drying her hands. Her mouth was opening to shout that he could use her bathroom, but the words froze in her mouth. Brian stood behind the shed, completely unaware that she was watching him, pants around his knees. His tidy whiteys were bright in the cloudy light.

And they had a very noticeable bulge in them.

Putting a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle, Melinda decided to let this play out. Besides, she reasoned, cluing him in on her presence would probably make him more embarrassed than peeing his pants. As reasonable as this was, she couldn’t come up with a good justification as to why she was still watching, but she didn’t leave.

Hand still pressed to her lips, Melinda watched as Brian slowly pulled down his underwear, his penis springing free. Her eyebrows rose; the kid had a stiff boner. She’d seen her husband try to pee with one of those once and had asked him about it. It was evidently not much fun.

Feeling a bit guilty now, Melinda couldn’t help but compare Brian’s penis to Matt’s. Her husband’s dick was much fuller than this kid’s, and probably a little longer, but the teen in front of her must have been extremely horny, because she’d never seen a dick so hard. It gave her a perfect view of his balls beneath, lightly covered in hair.

For a while, Brian just stood there, as if letting his genitals soak in the autumnal air. Tentatively, the boy wrapped a hand around his shaft and started to stroke up and down.

Eyes bulging out of her head, Melinda realized that Brian wasn’t there to pee. He was there to jack off.

She watched, entranced, as his pumping became more pronounced. Both of them had their mouths open the slightest amount.

“That horny little bastard,” she whispered, giggling a little again and blinking several times in succession. Almost as if he could hear her words, Brian looked around. Melinda took a step back and almost went inside, but the kid still didn’t see her. Turning away from her, he bent over and shoved his pants all the way down to his ankles, giving her a perfect view of his butt, balls dangling between his legs. It was a nice rear end, if thin, and she felt herself biting her lip.

“I really shouldn’t be watching this,” Melinda said to herself, but she didn’t take her eyes away from the scene in front of her. No sane, straight woman would have the willpower to look away from THIS. Brian dropped down and laid in the grass, belly first, and started humping the ground, butt in the air. If Melinda hadn’t been so hypnotized by it all, she would have been slightly disgusted, but as things stood, she found the scene… well… “cute,” was the only word she could think of. Maybe even “endearing.” His dark hair waved a bit in the wind as he turned over onto his back, stroking his member yet again, this time much faster than before. It was difficult to tell from this distance, but she thought his eyes were closed. His entire body was tensed up, little muscles bulging from his arms, legs and abs.

Dish towel still in hand, Melinda leaned forward, putting her elbows on the deck railing, hardly blinking. Eventually Brian stood again and started rubbing the tip of his dick gently against the bricks of the shed. Melinda raised an eyebrow, wondering if that hurt. It was then that she realized her left hand was cupping her right breast, thumb slowly rubbing against her nipple. Since it was a Saturday, she hadn’t bothered with a bra, and only wore a pair of panties, slippers, sweat pants and a tee-shirt. Her dark hair was still damp from the shower she’d taken 30 minutes before.

Forcing herself to remember that this kid was quite a bit younger than her, and that she was a married woman, she firmly removed her hand from her breast. Brian walked, penguin style due to the pants around his ankles, toward the other side of the shed, but Melinda never found out what he was about to do next.

The revving of an engine made both her and Brian jump, and she looked toward the entrance of the church parking lot, where a truck drove toward the back of the building. Melinda looked back to Brian, strangely afraid that he was going to get caught by someone other than her, and saw him pumping his penis with all his might. But as the truck came closer, he quickly reached down and pulled up his underwear and pants in one fluid motion. Adjusting his glasses, he nonchalantly walked out from behind the shed, somewhat in her direction.

Did he cum?

Folding her arms, she found the question important for some reason. Melinda had been on the receiving end of interrupted orgasms before and knew how agonizing it could be. The truck swung wide and made a loop around the church, leaving the parking lot through another exit. Brian hesitated for a moment, obviously wondering if he should go back and continue the fun, but the truck must have spooked him, because he kept going.

“Are you satisfied?”

The words came out of her mouth before she knew she was going to say them, quite loud enough for the poor boy to hear. To his credit he didn’t jump, but he did look up toward her and she saw his face grow slack as realization must have hit him that she’d seen what he had been doing. Still, he kept his cool, merely shrugging and walking away.

“You idiot,” Melinda whispered to herself. “You’re going to scar the kid for life.”

She opened her mouth to apologize, but realized that the kid was pretty much speed walking, far out of hearing distance unless she yelled. Even if she did, he’d probably just start running or something.

Making up her mind in an instant, she bolted through the kitchen doors, put on some slippers, and went to the front entrance, opening it and stepping out into the chilly air. She knew where Brian lived and thought she could cut him off if he hadn’t started running when leaving her sight. She was walking quickly past an old man with his dog, her arms crossed against the slight breeze, before she remembered again that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Blushing furiously, she avoided looking at the man and kept walking, raising her crossed arms a bit to cover where her nipples poked out of the tee-shirt.

What was she doing? What in the world would she do if she did catch Brian? Tell him, “sorry I saw you wanking your wiener?” Or maybe, “I don’t know why I asked if you were satisfied?”

These and similar thoughts crossed Melinda’s mind as she walked, but she hadn’t come up with any answers before rounding a corner and nearly running into the Brian.

This time he did jump and so did she. Melinda put a hand to her mouth and let out a little, startled squeak. Brian simply walked backward, eyes bulging.

Putting her hands out in what she hoped was a reassuring way, Melinda opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes happened upon the front of Brian’s tented pants. Instead of words, nervous giggles came out of Melinda’s mouth as she remembered the kid’s pumping hand. Without letting herself think about it, she stepped forward and folded her arms around the stunned kid, still laughing.

“Oh, Brian, it’s okay, it’s okay,” she said, patting his back. Melinda was yet again forcibly reminded that she wasn’t fully clothed when she felt her nipples brush against the boy’s chest. Determined to not make the contact sexual, she stepped back, face hot, but in a mask of teacherly guidance. Brian looked down, face a deep red, obviously still thinking he was in really, really big trouble.

“Seriously, Brian, it’s okay. I’m not going to get you in trouble.” He glanced up halfway to her face, eyes halting on the form of her nipples under her shirt, but then fell back down. Melinda thought he might have a heart attack, his face was so maroon.

Quickly crossing her arms over her breasts, she went on, voice soothing.

“Are your parents expecting you to be home?” He shook his head. “Then come on over to my house and I’ll give you some water, okay? Seriously, you’re not in trouble. But I WOULD like to talk with you about this a bit.” She waited a moment. “Okay?”

Finally, he looked up to her eyes and slowly nodded. They started to walk.

“I’m sorry.” Brian’s words were low, almost inaudible even though Melinda was only a foot away.

“Brian, there is absolutely nothing to be sorry about,” she said, sighing. She thought of putting a comforting hand on his arm, but remembered the no bra thing in time. “Seriously… what you were doing is perfectly normal. It’s just… out in the open is probably not the best place to be doing it.”

He hung his head again, and Melinda berated herself mentally. She wasn’t doing a very good job of comforting him.

“Sorry, I’m not very good at this,” she said, sighing. “You kind of startled me, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting to see you down there, doing that, when I woke up this morning.” He was still silent, so she decided to go a different direction. Smiling coyly, she gently elbowed him on the arm, looking at him from the corner of her eye. “Besides, you REALLY don’t have anything to be ashamed about.”

He still looked mortified, but a small grin appeared on his lips.

“THERE’S that smile,” she said, giggling as they went up the stairs to her house. She opened the door and he followed her inside.

“Go ahead and sit down on the couch and I’ll get you some water, okay? It looks like you need to cool down.” As Melinda headed to the kitchen to get the drink, Brian spoke.

“I really am sorry. It’s just sometimes I can’t help myself, you know? Well, I guess YOU wouldn’t know, but….”

Melinda’s brow furled as he trailed off and she laughed, grabbing a cup out of the cupboard and filling it with water from the fridge.

“Brian, you know EVERYONE does that sometimes. Even girls.” Walking into the room again, carrying the water in her left hand, Melinda winked at Brian, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Even me. Sometimes.”

He was sitting on the couch, back straight, making the package in his pants extremely evident, and she found it hard to look away from, remembering the member when naked. Melinda swallowed. She was extremely turned on. Brian’s eyes were on her chest, no doubt feasting on the view of the erect nipples beneath her tee-shirt.