"Would you like a Coke or something?" Judy teased. She deliberately took a deep breath to show off her big tits once again. She could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. He was trying to look anywhere except at her body.

"A Coke would be nice," he said. "It might help me to cool off."

"Yes," Judy said. "You look awfully hot."

Judy was smiling as she led him into the house. She didn't bother putting anything over the tiny bikini she had on. She liked the way he kept trying not to look at her. She opened the Cokes and told him to sit down at the kitchen table. She crossed her long shapely legs as she sat. She felt his eyes caressing her legs almost like his impatient fingers would have if he'd had the nerve.

"Drink your Coke," Judy said.

Reverend Whitehead's hands trembled as he lifted the Coke to his lips. He sipped at it. She moved her chair closer to him and watched his forehead break out with new drops of sweat.

"Why did you really come out here?" Judy asked him.

"I came out here to see Buford," he said.

"Are you sure you didn't come out here to see me?" Judy asked.

"No," he answered.

"Don't you like me?" Judy teased. She put her hand on his knee.

"Of course I like you. I like you very much. I think you're a good woman."

"Do you think I'm attractive?"

"Yes," he stammered. "Yes, I think you're very attractive."

"Do you like my bikini?"

His face had turned a bright red and his breath was coming a little too quickly. Judy had only been teasing, but suddenly she knew she was going to fuck this man. She already had him wrapped around her little finger. All she had to do was ask for it.

"I like your bikini," he said. "I think it's pretty."

Judy didn't want to wait any longer. She leaned over and let her silky hair fall around his face. He gasped. She kissed his mouth lightly and suddenly he was putting his arms around her. He pulled her against him with a violence she hadn't known he was capable of.