The church ladies and pastor

Growing up I was raised in a highly religious Episcopalian family. We would go to church every Sunday and 3 nights a week I did youth group. I was an alter boy from the age of 10 to 16. This was the mid 80s so every one dressed up for church. Men had on suits and ties and all women had on skirts or dresses and hosiery and heels. This was about the same time I started to desire women’s ** and hosiery. When we would get to church us alter boys would go in to the church changing room to put on our white shirts and robes. After we would change the church women who would help set stuff up and user would come in and change into white dresses.
After service we would go change back into our regular clothes, then the women would change

In this changing room, there was a little L shape in the back where they would hang costumes for church plays. Some of us kids would hide their during hide and seek unless you went physically back there to check you wouldn’t know if someone was there. So overtime, my ** little self figured out if I could hide back there and see the women change. Once we were done all changing, we all leave and head towards the reception hall. I would tell the guys I always had to use the bathroom, which was right next to it and I would catch up with them. When they would leave the area I would go back in and hide in my space. The women would come in about 15 to 20 minutes after us. It was always about 3 to 4 women in there in there mid 40s to their late 60s.

They would knock first and say anybody in there, when no one would respond one would poke their head in and it always got my heart and racing. Once they knew no one was in there they would come in and start to undress. These white dresses they would wear were almost like a one piece. The women would strip down to their bra, ** and hosiery. They would all sit there and talk with there cleavage exposed in there bras. I would see them in their ** with their pantyhose covering their legs and feet. They would always put their legs up on the bench to readjust there pantyhose. Sometimes they would take their bras off adjust them and put them back on. While all this is going on I’m in the little cut just **. Occasionally they would have a bag in there with a change of clothes often they would have a pair of ** or pantyhose this other clothes. Whenever I saw that I would make sure to grab whatever was in there to use in the corner to jerkoff with when watching them change. Most of the time the women would assume they forgot to pack it or left it on their bed, which always worked in my favor. I did this for many years just hiding watching some of them naked, putting on bras and ** with pantyhose. I even watched two choir girls go ** each other a couple times in there.

Lastly since we were Episcopalian, we had a woman pastor. She was a single lady in her 60s. She wasn’t real hot and didn’t have big ** but her legs were amazing. She had legs you would see in adds for pantyhose or heels just long toned and ** feet to match. She had her office next to the changing room and would always go to her office after service to hang up her pastors robe. One day she had white pantyhose on during service and then later after church during mingle hour she had on some brown ones. So the little perv that I am went to her office and found the white ones she had on in the trash in her office with a run in them. I took them out the trash and immediately went to the bathroom to one of the stalls and started smelling the ** and rubbing the legs parts all over my **. Her perfume and the slight smell of her ** had me ** in seconds. I stayed in that bathroom for 20 mins and came 3 times on those pantyhose. This was the first time I ever got the pleasure to use any of her intimates. After that, I realized she must always have a spare pair in her office.

Next Sunday, I did my usual routine spying on the ladies in the changing room. Then went to the mingle hour until I knew no one would notice me dipping out. I went to her office to see if she had replaced her spare pantyhose. I knocked on her door to make sure no one was there. I opened it and went in and started rummaging in her desk drawers. I searched all six and couldn’t find anything in there feeling defeated. I noticed the closet in her office was ajar and she had a little 3 drawer plastic bin. I opened the top drawer and hit jackpot she had not 1 but 4 different pairs of pantyhose. They were different colors, brown, white, black, and gray. Also, to my surprise, she had two pairs of white white ** in there as well. I grabbed the gray pantyhose and a pair of her ** and went to the bathroom and unloaded in to her pantyhose while I was sniffing and sucking on the gust of her **. Her ** had a hint of her perfume and fabric softener. When I finished I put them back just as I found them so she wouldn’t notice. Eventually, I came on all of the pantyhose cotton gust and the ** ** pocket. It always made me excited knowing one day she would have to wear my **. One day after service I noticed she had changed completely. This was the Sunday my mom had to stay and help the pastor with cleanup after mingle hour. Well her and the pastor were talking and she told my mom she was going home now because she had some ware to be and the spare underwear she had in her office where a little stiff and felt itchy around her ** area. I knew it was my ** that was doing it and got so turned on I went and grab the other pair she had and ** on that one’s ** pocket another 2 times. I finally got my wish for her to wear my seman.

This was always my Sunday ritual for many years. When I was 16 and could drive I would watch all their houses when they went out of town. So many of their pantie and pantyhose had my ** on them over the years until I moved away. To this day I have a big collection of their pantyhose and **. Those women were my sexual release all through my teen years and none of them ever knew it. They just assumed I was a good little Christian boy.

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