I arrive the next morning at the church bright and early, dressed in my typical work attire, jeans, boots, and no shirt. Tiffany hasn’t arrived yet, so I decide to give Darby a call and let her know not to book any work for me for about a week.

“Hey, Darby. This is Clive. How ya doing?”

“Hi, Clive. Doing well, what’s up?”

“I’m sure you’ve talked to Hunter and know what’s going on. I decided to do a little charity work for a local church and wanted to see if you could leave me off the schedule for about a week.”

“You. Charity work? At a church.” She laughs into the phone. “So, let me translate that. You found a hot nun and are going to try to fuck her.”

“Ah, you know me too well! Not a nun, but yes, a hot little thing that needs some repair work done, and the church is short on money. Figured I would find something useful to do with my time since Hunter wants me to lay low and not work for a bit.”

“Sure, no problem, Clive. I won’t schedule you, but get back to me in five days and let me know how your ‘charity’ work is progressing, and we can go from there.”

“Sounds good. Gotta go. Tiffany is here. See ya, Darby.”

I hang up the phone and hop out of my truck, waiting for Tiffany to exit her car.

Tiffany gets out of her car, and she isn’t wearing her typical, concealing attire. She’s dressed in short denim cutoff shorts and a tight white tank top.

I walk toward her, and she stops, staring at my shirtless torso.

“Morning,” she greets, blushing. “I thought I would give you a hand today. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all.” She can give me a hand, all right—a hand to stroke my cock with.

“Cool. Come on, let’s get started.”

She heads toward the church door as I follow behind, staring at her ass as her hips sway back and forth, nearly hypnotizing me with the motion. When she tries to open the door, it’s stuck again like last time. I place my hand on the small of her back, moving her aside, before throwing my shoulder into the door. It pops open on contact.

“First thing I’m doing today is replacing this door. What a pain in the ass.”

I go out to my truck and grab my toolbox and some power tools to get started on replacing the door.

“I’m going to get started in the office. Cleaning up some of the old junk that was left in there that we won’t be using.” She turns and walks away. All I can do is stand there and stare at that ass as her hips sway from side to side, loving the way she walks.

About thirty minutes pass. I have the doorjamb removed and realize I don’t have a replacement door here. I walk into the back office where Tiffany is, only to find her bending over the couch in the office, trying to pick things up that are behind it. Her ass cheeks are taunting me, hanging out the bottom of her cutoff shorts. I have to fight back the urge to spank them or bury my face in them.

“Sweet Jesus,” I mutter to myself, stopping all movement, staring at her ass as she stretches farther over the couch. Damn, I want to peel those shorts off her and plant my tongue in her pussy for breakfast.

“Oh, hey!” she says, popping her head up from behind the couch. Sweat glistens between her ample cleavage. “Just trying to get some of this junk from behind the couch.”

“I see that. Hey, we need a door to replace the one I just ripped out,” I reply, staring at her chest, wondering what she’d do if I pinched her nipple.

“I think we have one in the back room. Let me check.”

I follow her to a storage room located in the back of the church.

She opens the door and flicks on the light switch. “I think I remember seeing a door somewhere in here.”

We make our way into the room which has aisles of stuff piled up.

“Ah, yes, here it is. I’m not sure if it’s for that door or not.”

“Let me grab it,” I offer, trying to squeeze past her, not wanting her to hurt herself. As I try to wiggle my way by her, my cock brushes against her, and her tits smash against my chest.

“Oh, my,” she coos, placing her hands on my ribs and causing me to freeze.

Our eyes lock on to each other, my cock growing hard as it’s pressed against her. She pulls me tighter against her, and I lean down to plant my lips on hers. I place my hands on the sides of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair, and sweep my tongue against her lips. Her lips part, and her tongue meets mine eagerly.

I can feel her melting in my hands. She lets out a moan and pushes away, breaking our kiss. “I can’t do this—not here, not in church.” She pats her neck with her the palm of her hand as her chest heaves.

“Right now, it’s not really a church. It’s just a building.”

I lower my head down to meet her lips again while reaching down to yank her tank top up over her breasts. Gripping her hands with one of mine, I place them above her head, holding them against the shelving with my left hand while accessing her bra with my right, pulling it up and over her tits, exposing them. She has a beautiful set of tits. Flawless, creamy skin, with cherry-sized nipples. I cup one and break our kiss, my lips blazing a path straight to her pebbled peak and sucking it into my mouth.

“Oh God, Clive,” she moans, pressing her chest into my mouth. I love the way my name sounds on her tongue.

Moving my hand away from her breast, I slowly skate my fingers down her stomach until I find the button on her shorts. I place my finger and thumb on the button, snap it open, and push her shorts down. They drop on the floor. I release her nipple from my mouth and find her lips again with mine. Sliding my hand down, I stroke her pussy over her panties, which are already wet from excitement. She practically purrs as I pull her panties to the side and rub my fingers through her pussy lips, coating them in her arousal. Taking her hand with my free one, I guide it to my rock-hard cock.

“Hello? Tiffany, are you in here?” comes a voice in the main part of the church.

“Shit!” she mutters, reaching down and pulling her shorts back up.

Just my fucking luck. This is the third time I’ve been cockblocked trying to get some pussy in the last three days.

“Who’s that?” I ask, squeezing my cock in frustration.

“I have no idea. It might be the pastor. I don’t know. Give me a minute, and I’ll go see.” She hurries to pull her shirt down as she leaves me, growling with blue balls.

I can hear Tiffany while I make my way to the back of the storeroom to collect the door. “Oh, hey, Jim, I didn’t know you were going to be here today.”

“Yeah, didn’t Pastor Ryan tell you? I’m on vacation this week and don’t have anything planned. I told him I would come here this week and do some work on the church.”

“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter to myself as I grab the door and head out to the chapel area.

“Oh, good. You found the door!” Tiffany says as she claps her hands together. “Jim, this is Clive. He’s an expert in remodeling and is going to be helping rehab the church free of charge.

“Well, that’s mighty nice of you!”

“Anything for the good folks of the church,” I lie, knowing damn well I’m only doing this to get into Tiffany’s pants. I was practically home free until this clown showed up.

“I’m going to be spending the week here helping out as well,” Jim replies, staring at Tiffany.

If were a gambling man, I’d bet Jim has the hots for Tiffany.

“Great, Jim. It will be good having you around to help,” I reply, bumping him with the door as I walk by. If this guy thinks he is going to make a move on my pussy, he has another think coming. “Come with me, Jim. I can use a hand with hanging this door.”

Tiffany excuses herself, still appearing flushed from our encounter, and Jim follows me reluctantly.

“So, Jim, what kind of remodeling experience do you have?” I ask, setting the new door into the frame.

“Uh, none, really,” he states, watching Tiffany walk back to the office.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so. Not from the way you keep looking at Tiffany. Well, I have news for ya, bud. You’re not getting in her pants. That pussy is all mine. So, if you’re here just to get some pussy, you might as well go home now. It’s not gonna happen.”

He turns back and looks at me with his mouth wide open. “I can’t believe you just said that. Are you serious, man? What the…”

“Look, we’re both grown men here. We both love pussy, I’m sure. But that piece right there, that’s mine. You can stick around and help or whatever, but don’t think you’re fucking Tiffany.”

I figured I might as well just get straight to the point. I’m a little pissed he walked in and interrupted me, and I don’t need him getting in my way if he is going to be here all week.

“Okay, easy, dude. I came to help. No problems from me. I’m going to go see what Tiffany would like me to help her with.” He turns and walks away toward the office Tiffany went into. Cockblocker.