Church Booty #2: Giving The Treasurer A Helping Hand

I was about 11 at the start of this special relationship and was attending the
same church where I felt up the future pastor lady from my earlier story. This
time it was the treasurer, a woman in her mid thirties, kinda big with a fat
ass. This special bond lasted from age 11 till I left for the army at age 20.
While most of the groping occured in the church building, it actually started
at a anniversary party at a local convention center.

I don't remember who the party was for but there was dancing and that's where
I made my move. We were slow dancing and luckily it was a long song and I
gradually slid my hand down till finally I was able to cup my hand on one of
her buttcheeks. She didn't try to take my hand away or stop dancing. So for the
duration of the song I was copping a feel of that phat ass in full view of
everyone in attendance. I was told later on by her nephew that most of the
people in attendance thought it was hilarious while some of the older seniors
didn't find it that way, probably because she was married, but oh well. I was
having fun caressing a beautiful booty and that's all that mattered.

After the song ended, she didn't say nothing, she just walked away. She must
not have been mad though because for the rest of the night whenever I could get
near her I'd place my hands on her butt. Funny thing was she was my ride home
and on the way home i put my hand on her leg and rub from her knee to the side
of her thigh again without her telling me to stop so I guess you can say she
enjoyed it. Now unlike the pastor, who I felt up one big time and quite a few
times I slid my hand on her ass, I had many cop-a-feels with the treasurer
since she lived a few houses from me and I would visit with her family quite
often. Nobody cared since I'd slap her butt in full view of everyone as well as
rubbing and squeezing it when that butt looked extra nice.

Like I said this went on for nine years. After our church service would end I
would work my way to where she would be counting the offering that day and just
start caressing her ass while we talked. We always sat with our backs to the
wall so no one knew what I was doing. I'd usually just fondled her by
alternating whatever hand I was using from one buttcheek to the other.
Sometimes I'd give her whole butt a good rub down the whole time I was with her
that day. On some days, if I felt really daring I'd stand behind her as she was
sitting and put both hands on her ass since she didn't sit all the way back in
her chair, like I said she must have liked it. This made it obvious to anyone
that would have been looking at us but noboody seemed to care.

The Sunday before I left for the army I got to grope her one last time. First
the usual fondling while she counted the money then I walked her to her car and
as we hugged each other and I slid my hands down to caress, rub, squeeze, and
pat her butt for at least ten minutes. After our embrace she said this would be
the last time I would be able to grope her since whenever I would come back on
leave her daughter would be older and she didn't want her to see her mother
being touched intimately by a man that wasn't her husband. I could understand
that so as a last time I slapped & squeezed her butt as I walked away with her
laughing at the gesture. While I respected her request to no longer grope her
like before when I came home on leave and for good I still manage, till this
day, to do the old slide by with the back of my hand on her butt followed by an
"excuse me" acting like it was an accident but she and I know better.