The Accompanyist - Part 1

This story takes place in 2003. A bit about myself; I am*in construction management. I am a short guy, 5'7", good looking with brown hair, a moustache and green eyes. I do have a good size cock for my size; it is seven inches.*In all of the stories I have read on here and other sites the guy always has a nine inch dick, six inches thick. Most women I have had sex with are surprised*at the size of*my dick*as they seem to judge penis size by how tall a man is and I suppose in most cases they would be right*with regard to proportion.*After my divorce I was feeling very lonely. I was hitting the bars almost every night and hitting on anything that wore a skirt. Sometimes I got lucky but*most times I went home alone only to pass out on the couch and wake up with a hangover.This routine eventually got old, the hangovers only got worse. I was looking for other ways to vent my social needs when someone said to me, "Join a church, lots of single women there!" So after many nights of being home alone I decided to*go check out the action*in the local church. Now, don't get me wrong, I have always been very spiritual and I didn't purely use the church for picking up women, just if the opportunity arose I wouldn't shy away from it.*When I became a regular I was*hit on by mostly older women. Church women have a way of hitting on you,*they*are more coy in their approach but in the end they are looking for the same Escort Bahçelievler thing that women and men*in the bars are looking for.*I love to sing so I joined the church choir. Not bragging but I was the best singer in the choir. It was fun, the people were wilder than I had imagined. They use to have "choir parties" and these parties would last well into the morning hours and I really enjoyed myself at these parties.*But the only problem was that I was striking*out with all of the single women and the married ones were hitting on me left and right. Husbands were getting pissed.*Anyway, as time went on I had become a fixture in the choir and at church and had settled into my*single life happily with all of the new friends I was making, mostly married women.*In 2003 the choir director decided that we were going to do a big Christmas concert.*He ordered special music and recruited a small symphony of local musicians.*We always practised*at night and weekends for the concert so one Saturday in walks*this*girl, in her 40's, with thick blonde hair put up in a pony tail and a nice figure; she was very petite and she wore glasses, (one of my weaknesses is intelligent female musicians) she played a French horn and I couldn't take my eyes off her. After practice I asked the choir director who she was and he told me that she was*married to*one of the trumpet players.*Oh Bahçeşehir escort well, I thought,*while I didn't pursue her I did spend many practices just staring at her.*Time went on, then I got really sick, I almost died and had to leave the choir for*a year to have surgery and recover. When I finally made it back, the choir director had made some*enemies in the church during this time*and was on his way out. I was asked to temporarily be the choir director and help with the recruitment and hiring of a new choir director. Also our pianist had decided to move to another church at this time.*Now without a pianist we used subs every week*until we could find someone. One week I was desperate as it was a Saturday and I still had no one to play for the next day's service. I was given*the phone number of a person to call; her name was Carol. So I called and told her that I knew it was very short notice but asked if she could play the next day. On top of it she had to be there at 7:00 AM to prepare for the service at eight. To my surprise she said okay.The next morning I was on pins and needles thinking she may not show up. I was standing in the sanctuary when through the doors came*the blonde French horn player*from the year before.*She also played piano and was a very versatile musician. Needless to say I was very pleasantly surprised.*She agreed to play for us*until Bakırköy escort bayan we could find someone and then decided to apply for the job herself. Since she was already there it was basically a no brainer and she took on the duties of choir director also.*In the beginning I spent quite a bit of time with her showing her the ropes and the order of service, liturgies, etcetera, and at the same time I was becoming more and more attracted to her. I found myself always looking my best whenever around her.*I always sat near her in the service in case she had problems or questions regarding cues when to play.After choir practice on Wednesday nights a few of us would always stop at the local tavern for a few beers. It was strictly a platonic thing where we discussed politics, religion, told jokes and that was the extent of it; it was all very innocent. I asked Carol if she would like to join us and she said "sure" so she became a part of our group. One night after practice just a few of us went to the tavern as the others were out of town or had things to do the next day. It was Carol, myself and my friend Pete who showed up. We sat and shot the breeze as we were having a few beers. Pete said that he had to go the bathroom. As soon as he left the table there was an awkward silence between Carol and myself. Finally she said to me, "I know you're attracted to me." I just stared at her and couldn't find any words to say. Then she said that she felt the same way and asked me if I would like to take her to dinner.*I had very mixed emotions as I knew she was married, not including the church implications,*but here was this hot looking*woman who until now I could only look at and fantasize about asking me to dinner.