Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2000 15:00:09 +1100
From: SLC
Subject: The Corridor of Angels

The Corridor of Angels
by a Sister of Loving Charity

Sister snuggled back into her comfortable if strange bed.   It was her
third week in northern Italy, a long, long way from Zhonga, in Eastern
africa  The air in Africa was different from Italy, she did not know
why.  But there seemed more freedom.  The air seemed more "relaxed".

But she could not sleep.   She need to pray more for the wonderful
sisters who had given her temporary accommodation in her travels.   She
was visiting many convents, gathering material for writing a history of
her Order, and by now she was just over half-way through it. The Order
has begun almost on a prayer of their beloved Founder, and now it was a
movement which was widespread.  Yes, they were relatively small in
numbers and some Sisters of the Order were living with nuns of other
Orders.  But they were strong and useful and highly regarded for their
enthusiasm, learning and good works.

So Sister listened to the silence of the convent before slowly rising
from her bed.   The weather was hot -- a blistering wind had come from
the south all day -- and she had on the lightest of clothes.  She had
discarded her pants and bra when she went to bed, so over her night
dress she pulled a light cloak.  The cloak was a light silky material
which more the marks of the Mother House.  It felt wonderful.

The wind had softened and the moon showed a soft light down the corridor
towards the chapel.  Sister entered and knelt at the altar rail to
pray.  An hour passed as she asked God to look after all the nuns she
had met, and thanked Him for life itself.

Barefoot, Sister quietly passed back along the corridor towards her
room, the finest guest room she had seen in any convent during her
studies.  Briefly she walked along an open cloister full of the new
moonlight and then turned right into a short hallway which was lined
with fine statues of angels.

Sister stopped before the largest of these, knelt in prayer, then stood
back against the opposite wall in deep contemplation of the inner life.

Silently a figure came from her right.  In the soft semi-darkness Sister
could hardly make out who it was,  but the figure raised a hand in the
sign of silence.  For a moment they listened to each other's breathing,
soft as it was on the night air.  They moved slightly towards each other
until their robes touched.

The figure held out a hand and stroked Sister's cheek.  Then it ran down
across her shoulders and across her chest, caressing the bare breasts
beneath the light night dress and soft cloak.

Sister's body tightened and then relaxed as the hand went down over her
stomach and down her legs, firstly the outside and then the inside.
Sister startled as a bird shook its feathers in the trees outside, but
the then hand was sliding up under her cloak, pushing way the folds and
caressing the inside of her legs.

The hand went higher until it almost touched the pubic hair.  But then
it moved to the outside of her body, avoiding the hair in a tantalising
fashion.   It did not return to the pubic region until the hand -- now
joined by the other one -- squeezed her breasts and nipples beneath her
cloak.

Sister sighed and lent backwards over a small table.  Her bare feet felt
the cool stone floor as she spread her legs and the two hands joined
together to caress her pubic area.   Their fingers curled about her
curly hair down there, then squeezed and stroked her clitoris until she
was wet with joy.

The fingers entered her vagina and probed and probed until Sister felt
so wonderful.  She raised her legs and spread them wide as the figure
approached closer.   The fingers were removed, buy Sister's clitoris
felt two warm lips kiss and caress and suck upon her vagina until the
world exploded in a burst of excitement.

Without a word the figure withdrew.  The hem of Sister's cloak was again
back at her feet, and when the figure disappeared, Sister returned to
the guest room.  The stone figure of a saint was beside her door and
Sister whispered to it a prayer of gratitude before sleeping as if on a
cloud send from heaven.

End