Singing to the Choir Ch. 01

SINGING TO THE CHOIR (Chapter One)
This story is a direct continuation of the "Dark Monastery" story that begins as a Non-Consent/Reluctance entry and then becomes a Mature story series...
My friend Rachel had tried to speak with her lifelong best friend Jordi inside my vehicle after we drove away from the mysterious monastery. Moonlight lit the trees around us as we drove across town.
Jordi was not saying a lot. Rachel asked her if she wanted to be taken to a hospital. Jordi shook her head no. When we pulled up into her driveway, Rachel said that it would be a moment while she walked her friend inside to her home. I told Rachel that I would be waiting here and there was no rush.
Rachel came out and sat in the front seat of my car for a minute without buckling her seat belt. I could tell that she had a lot on her mind. She had regained her turtle neck sweater that she had put on Jordi after Jordi had been stripped bare naked at the monastery. "This will have to be washed," Rachel absently-mindedly stated as she held the sweater in a clear plastic bag on her lap. Eventually the seat chimed to force her hand with the buckle, which she did.
"Please take me home and you can park in the back yard, where I left the gate open," Rachel told me.
I got her home without any problem. Crime is increasing in her (and formerly my) neighborhood and I looked in both directions after I turned off my headlights before I gave her the all clear and unlocked her car door.
Rachel kind of smiled at me. Possibly it was the calm before the storm. I had the urge to get her into the house and just run back out of the backdoor before it slammed shut, but actually Rachel held the back door open for me as we both entered through her kitchen. Ever the composed lady, I thought.
She suggested that we sit down for a few minutes. This time she sat in the deep chair and I sat on the loveseat. The house was quiet except for the cat that she kept locked in her basement which was crying.
She asked me if I knew if any of that funny stuff was going to happen to her friends before we arrived at the monastery. I shook my head vehemently and told her that I had no idea. It was a dinner location as far as I was concerned and aware.
Rachel asked me about my friend who had arranged this. I said that he recently ran for Judge in our hometown and that he had an impeccable reputation. His angle likely had to do with the craft brewery at the monastery and the professional connections that he had through legal representation.
She just shook her head in disbelief. "I saw my best friend having public sex," she told me, and her boyfriend had been abused before her eyes. I stayed quiet after she said that.
The old telephone in the room rang out. Rachel got up and answered it. Her conversation was not very long. She hung up the telephone and sat down again. She put her head down and started to sob. I was very torn about what I should do here. I wanted to give her a hug just then, but would that trigger her to lash out at me? The deep chair kept the social distancing as I already knew...
I stood up but Rachel waved me back. She shook her head and used a Kleenex that she pulled from a box near the chair. She blew her nose and exhaled. She was looking tired now after a long and trying day.
Rachel said that was Jordi on the telephone. She said that this was the happiest day in her life in many years. She told me to thank you for the hospitality. She said that she was sorry if she caused any problems but that she appreciated having good friends who were looking out for her as we had. She wished me a good night and suggested that you stay over here to keep me company.
I looked at Rachel. In looking for something meaningful to say, I just nodded my head at her in agreement. She got up again from the deep chair. In doing so I could look right down the top of her slip. Although she was still wearing a bra and had tried to güvenilir bahis adjust herself, the garment was pulled to one side. This had the effect of bunching up her breasts in a concentrated way. It looked more than a little uncomfortable.
Rachel excused herself and retreated to the bathroom. She was in there a while. When she came out, her hair was wet and she had put on her night-clothing under a blue robe. She wore pajama bottoms and big fluffy slippers. She was a fine looking woman by any measure and Samuel felt himself lucky beyond his stars to see her in such a natural state of beauty, let alone in the privacy of her own home.
Samuel asked if he could also take a shower and Rachel agreed that was up to him but that he was welcome to do so and that there were clean towels in the bathroom with the shower in it.
When he was all done he dressed in his clothes again, and when he looked down the stairs he was half-surprised to see Rachel staying up with him in the living room. Now she was sitting in the loveseat again, with a magazine on her lap and her reading glasses on.
She looked at Samuel and asked him "How on earth could that be a monastery?" Samuel did not want to laugh at such an obvious question. "At least they had an organ," Samuel said and then regretted the memory that it may have left with Rachel as soon as he said it.
Rachel kind of looked at him. It was one of those telling moments that he seemed to find himself in to his great consternation. He thought of running out the backdoor again.
Samuel told Rachel that long ago Jordi had set the record straight on the choir director having a crush on Rachel but that she was out of his league.
Rachel did not say anything but kind of turned her head slightly as she spoke in response. "Well he is my very good friend that I do not want anything to happen to." Rachel indicated that she would be worried about him until they spoke in the morning. Rachel kind of tensed up after she said that.
Samuel started to push himself up from his chair and then said he needed to get something out of his car before he turned in for the night. The chair held him down from his wide shoulders wedged between the high arms on the furniture piece. You could get stuck there if you were not careful, Samuel thought.
Due to the head start, Rachel only barely made it to the back door in the kitchen before Samuel was right behind her. She was opening up the locks as he put his hands on her hips from behind. She seemed ready for the touch because she did not jump in any way. She leaned forward to the still-closed door as Samuel pulled up behind her. They stood there silently in the dark, exchanging each other's biorhythms without breaking the moment.
Rachel put her right arm over Samuels hand on her hip before she finished opening the locks on the door to let him out into the back yard. As she stood by to let him pass, the cat in the basement let out a good loud noise to change the subject and both Rachel and Samuel smiled at the audible animal sound.
When Samuel came back into the house, Rachel had turned down the living room light fixture dimmer and had retired.
Samuel himself called it a night. His room was also upstairs. He locked all of the doors behind him as he entered the empty kitchen. He left his shoes near the back door on a mat. Up the stairs he silently went.
He awoke in a start. The unfamiliar surroundings added to his disorientation from sleep.
A noise downstairs had caught his ear. It was more than the cat making noise in the basement.
Samuel descended the stairs as quiet as he could in a place that he did not really know.
There again he could hear the noise, for sure coming from the kitchen. He hoped that Rachel did not follow him down the stairs with a firearm and then mistake him for an intruder in the dark.
Just then a small light alit in the kitchen. Rachel was standing there by herself, doing her dishes.
She güvenilir bahis siteleri heard him enter the room in this early hour.
Rachel turned around and apologized for waking him. She had had to take care of the cat in the basement to calm it down. She leaned over to discard something in the kitchen trash when the light caught her a certain way. Her cleavage was aligned to the light and eye angle for Samuel.
If Rachel could have been known for one thing completely apart from her wonderful personality was her curvy body. She did not try to show it off really but she was aware that men might look there first instead of to her face. Her experiences in life had in large part included the advantages of her upper body development.
Samuel remembered one day when Rachel had worn a black track suit while clearing some debris from the area behind her house. She was working in the possible path of vehicles there so she worked with a purpose. Her body looked like it had been poured into the soft silky dark material. He had not been sure if he could see the outline of her nipples through the track suit top when they started to do this work together. By the time that she was done however, he could plainly see the effect of the blood pumping in her body.
The areola around her nipples was distinguishable on both sides of her chest through the clothing and from that day Samuel had been able to generally visualize what Rachel's body looked like no matter her choice of clothing.
She had carried some extra weight for a certain period of her life but she had adjusted to it. The weight on her shoulders was considerable and the type of bra that she wore also made a difference in how that weight was carried.
Standing there in the kitchen, Rachel exuded complete beauty in both spirit and body to Samuel. She was clearly not wearing a bra at this hour. She turned to shut off the light switch in the kitchen. When she turned around she walked right into him.
The bodily contact was very much like the feeling between the two of them when they stood close at her kitchen door over the summer. Samuel put his hands on her lower waist. She smelled very nice from her now dry hair shampoo. Her hands moved to his sides as they both stepped forward into a silent embrace.
Samuel said in her ear that he would like to sit next to her in the living room. She led him to a couch that he had not seen that was farther back in the living room dimensions and they sat down together while he reached for her hand. The couch creaked under their weight. The cat in the basement made a noise in response.
Both Rachel and Samuel laughed when they heard these innocent sounds. Their fingers were intertwined in the dark.
Samuel put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. He apologized to her for what she had seen at the monastery earlier, and what impact it had had on her. Rachel said that he had nothing to apologize for and that she was only glad that he had been there with her in her "moment of need."
He told her that he did not know what he would do if he had seen anything physically happen to Rachel by the aggressive sexual activities that were on display there in that mysterious location that they had all been at only hours before. Rachel shuddered when he said this as he could feel her back with his arm behind her.
Rachel asked if any of the witnessed activity had excited him. Samuel told Rachel that he gotten the most upset when the man had held her arms briefly while she released the choir director male friend from the giant sexual wagon wheel device he was strapped to. Rachel said that was not what she meant and then she was quiet. Samuel said that he was only affected when Rachel took off her sweater for her naked friend Jordi to wear and it left her exposed on top. A woman there also had tried to wrestle Rachel's slip, and possibly her bra off of her, before she could have released the choir iddaa siteleri director from being over a barrel, literally.
"How did that excite you Samuel?" Rachel asked, seemingly earnestly.
Samuel admitted in few words that he had quickly developed an erection when he saw her breasts.
Rachel was quiet. The earliest part of the sunrise was just beginning to appear in a side window. She shifted in her seat and turned towards him. Her movement shifted his arm from being around her. She opened up her robe tie slightly, and laid her head on his chest. His heart was beating like an electric cake mixer and he hoped that she would not hear that with her ear against his chest. He also could now look down the front of her nightgown and saw that it showed some of her cleavage. His mind kind of raced to that vantage point. Quickly he had forgotten about his general blood pressure and then realized that the blood was being pumped elsewhere in his still-sleepy body.
Rachel was not saying much, and he wondered briefly if she was silently indicating that she wished to go back to her own bedroom to get more sleep. Really, how could he blame her after what she had also been put through?
She then shifted her left arm and it brushed up against his newest, latest erection.
"Well I hoped that had gone down a little. You must have been in discomfort all night!" Rachel told him in a quiet, honest way. Her voice was a little more subdued than it usually was, even though they were alone in the house except for the sassy cat in the basement.
Rachel reached across his right leg and took his erection in her right hand. She gently tugged on the raised loose clothing of his pants and then pulled down the trouser zipper to allow the elevating boxer underwear to be visible. Samuel did not hesitate to lean back into the intimacy of the moment and he was able to undo the button on his pants to pull them down a few inches.
More sun crept through the windows at the far edge of the living room where they normally sat together. Samuel could now see further into the nightgown top of Rachel. She started to increase the actions of her fingers on Samuel's hard-on when she stopped for a second. The cat also made a noise in the basement. That was when it sounded like someone was coming through Rachel's front door.
"That's my son. Although, he usually comes through the back door," Rachel said as she sat up from his lap. Samuel quickly pulled his pants up, buttoned and zippered in record time.
The storm door was now open and the bolt was being opened by someone with a key on the main entrance door. A large photo of the son sat atop of a bureau next to the front door that he would soon walk through.
Rachel rose from the couch which set her side profile into the morning sunlight rays. The beam of light fell upon her hardened nipple which looked like a sunflower as the wide areola also was raised in a circle around it over the front surface of her breast. Rachel saw Samuel looking at her before she pulled her thick bath robe around her and pulled the tie.
Her son walked into the room at that time. "Good morning," she said to him. "Who is parked in the back yard, and why is the back storm door locked?" he asked her in return.
"I had better get going," Samuel said to draw the center of the conversation towards him suddenly.
Both of them looked at Samuel. "I must have locked the door behind me when I stopped in. I am sorry for doing that and for the inconvenience," as he walked past them and grabbed his shoes in the kitchen.
Samuel let himself out of the back door as he heard the voices rise inside the house. He would have to call Rachel later to make sure that everything was okay there.
His spare clothing was still in the car in his bags, which he wanted to change into. It was still very early in the morning as he drove away down the rutted back alley behind the homes on the street that he used to live on a few years earlier and how it was that he had come to know Rachel in the first place.
A stranger in a strange land now doing stranger things.
Maybe he could go over to Jordi's house if she might be up for a visit...
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