She's had the organist. Now she wants the Vicar.

A Series in 17 parts, by Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Mia weakly raised her hand and switched off the shower.

"That was amazing, Gordy-pie. Organists really are good with their hands!"

"Not so bad yourself," he panted. "Wow. I enjoyed that immensely! You're quite a lass, Mia."

"I'd like to see you play the organ," she said, stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel.

"I
need to get my breath back first!" He laughed, as Mia began playfully
drying him off. "God, you're an eager little beaver aren't you?"

"Hee
hee. Yes, but what I meant was, I'd like to see you play the church
organ. I've not been inside a church for years. Jenna said that St
Michael's is cool."

"It's
a nice church." I wonder what else she's told her? Gordon thought. "Why
not come along to the Sunday service? You can see me in action there,
so to speak. After the service, you can have a go on the organ if you'd
like. Do you play any musical instruments?"

"Guitar and violin, but I've not practiced for ages."

"Ah,
so strings are your thing? That's good. It'd be nice to have a
violinist in the choir. One of the choristers plays the trumpet. Which
keeps him from singing and I'm glad of it as his voice is bloody awful."

Mia sniggered. "You're funny, Gordy-pie. I really like you. Are all organists as fun as you?"

"Nay
lass. I'm one of a kind. He pulled her close and kissed her neck and
lips. He was an incredible kisser, and she was curious to know more
about him.

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