Miss. Lu’s heart hammered against her ribcage as she locked the final classroom door, the echo of giggling children and squeaking sneakers fading into the distant buzz of the empty school hallways. The end of the school year had arrived like a sweet release, and she knew that behind the facade of orderly chaos and the scent of chalk and sweat, her secret desire had been simmering for far too long. She had always been the prim and proper English teacher, her pencil skirts and blouses a testament to her professionalism, but the way Mr. Ross’s biceps flexed as he hoisted a basketball into the air or the way his shorts clung to the muscles of his thighs as he jogged across the gym floor had her imagination running wild.
Their eyes had met countless times over the year, furtive glances stolen during assemblies and lingering looks across the crowded faculty lounge. Each encounter had only stoked the fire of their mutual attraction, and today, she had decided, was the day she would no longer let propriety stand in the way of her desires. She had concocted a plan as meticulous as one of her literature lessons, ensuring they’d be the last two teachers to leave the building, and now, with the last bell chiming in the dusty halls, she made her way to the gymnasium with a tremor in her step and a throb in her core.
The gym was a cavernous space, the wooden floor gleaming under the fading sunlight that streamed in through the high windows. Mr. Ross was there, just as she had hoped, his broad back to her as he packed away the last of the sports equipment. She took a deep breath, her chest tightening with a heady mix of excitement and anticipation. As she approached him, the scent of his cologne, a musky blend of sweat and aftershave, filled her nostrils and sent a shiver down her spine. “Mr. Ross,” she called out, her voice a sultry purr that she barely recognized.
He turned around, the surprise in his eyes quickly giving way to a smoldering heat that mirrored her own. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them to this moment, where the lines between teacher and colleague, propriety and passion, blurred into oblivion. He took a step closer, closing the distance between them, and she could see the hunger in his gaze as it raked over her body. “Miss. Lu,” he replied, his voice gruff and thick with the same desire that had her knees threatening to buckle beneath her.
“I’ve wanted this all year,” she confessed, her voice trembling as she stepped into the warmth of his embrace. His arms, usually so firm and authoritative as he instructed his students, wrapped around her with a gentle yet firm urgency that sent waves of heat through her. “And I’ve wanted you too,” he murmured into her ear, his breath hot against her neck as his hand found its way to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze that elicited a gasp from her lips.
The tension between them was palpable, a live wire dancing in the air, and it was all she could do to keep from tearing his clothes off right then and there. But she had a plan, a slow and torturous dance of seduction that she had rehearsed in her mind countless times. She leaned into him, her breasts pressing against the firm wall of his chest, and whispered, “Let’s go to your office.” He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as he took her hand and led her out of the gym.
The walk to his office was a blur of need and anticipation. The deserted corridors seemed to stretch on forever, each step echoing in the silence like a drumbeat of passion. When they finally reached the door, he fumbled with the keys, the urgency in his movements betraying his own desire. She couldn’t help but smirk at his eagerness, feeling a thrill of power as she watched this man, who usually exuded so much control, succumb to his baser instincts for her.
Once inside, he wasted no time. He slammed the door shut and pushed her against it, his mouth crushing hers in a kiss that was as fierce as it was tender. His tongue delved deep, exploring her with the same enthusiasm that she knew he would soon bring to the rest of her body. She moaned into his mouth, her hands already busy unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin against hers.
He broke the kiss long enough to yank his shirt over his head, revealing a chest that was a sculpture of muscles and tattoos. She traced the ink with her fingertips, her eyes widening with desire as she took in the sight of him. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice a breathy whisper that seemed to fuel his passion even further. He grinned, a wolfish glint in his eye, as he reached down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. His erection sprang free, thick and proud, and Miss. Lu felt her own arousal spike at the sight of it.
They stumbled over to the desk, knocking over a stray pile of papers as they went. Mr. Ross didn’t seem to care about the mess as he bent her over the cool surface, her skirt riding up to expose the lacy black thong she had chosen just for this occasion. He kissed a trail down her spine, his teeth nipping at the delicate skin, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her. His hands found the elastic band and, with one deft movement, ripped it away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. He stepped back for a moment, admiring her from behind, the tip of his cock brushing against her inner thigh. “You’re fucking perfect,” he groaned, and with that, he plunged into her, filling her completely.
Miss. Lu cried out, the sensation of him inside her more intense than anything she had ever felt. She had dreamed of this moment, but the reality was so much more than she could have ever imagined. He began to thrust, his movements powerful and primal, and she pushed back to meet him, eager for more. The desk creaked under their combined weight, but neither of them cared. They were lost in the throes of passion, two adults finally giving in to the desires they had been forced to suppress in the hallowed halls of academia.
Their moans filled the air, a symphony of lust that grew louder with each passing moment. Miss. Lu’s nails dug into the wood, leaving little half-moons in her wake as she tried to hold on. She could feel an orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. Mr. Ross’s hand found its way to her clit, and he began to rub in time with his thrusts. It was all she could do not to scream as the pressure built, tightening in her belly like a coiled spring.
And then, just as she felt herself teetering on the edge, she heard it. A faint sound that grew louder with each passing second. It was a rhythmic slap, a wet, fleshy sound that didn’t belong to them. She turned her head, eyes wide with shock, and saw the janitor, Mr. Jenkins, standing in the corner, his hand moving rapidly over his own erection as he watched them. His eyes were glued to their joined bodies, and his expression was one of pure, unadulterated lust.
The sight of him sent a thrill through her, a forbidden thrill that only served to heighten her arousal. She bit her lip, trying to decide whether she should be embarrassed or flattered. But Mr. Ross noticed her distraction and followed her gaze. For a moment, his movements faltered, his eyes widening in surprise. But then, a wicked smile spread across his face, and he leaned in closer, his voice a gruff whisper in her ear. “Do you like having an audience, Miss. Lu?”
Her cheeks flushed with heat, but instead of pulling away, she pushed back into him, grinding against his hand as his thumb flicked over her sensitive bud. “I don’t know,” she panted, her eyes locked onto Mr. Jenkins’ stroking hand. “But it seems like you do.”
The janitor’s eyes darted between them, and she could see the hunger in his gaze. It was as if they were putting on a show, and she found herself reveling in the taboo of it all. Mr. Ross chuckled darkly, his strokes growing more insistent as he leaned over her, his mouth grazing her ear. “You’re a naughty one,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “But I think we can give him quite the performance.”
Their moans grew louder, a cacophony of desire that seemed to bounce off the walls of the small office. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her, the orgasm building like a storm ready to break. And just as she was about to shatter, Mr. Ross reached around and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. “Cum for me, Miss. Lu,” he ordered, his voice deep and demanding. “Cum for us.”
And with that, she did, her body convulsing with pleasure as she screamed out her release. Mr. Ross followed closely behind, his hips jerking as he spilled into her, their bodies locked in a passionate embrace. But it was the sound of Mr. Jenkins’ hand slapping against his own flesh that sent her over the edge, her orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire, leaving her gasping and trembling.
As they both slowly came down from their high, they couldn’t help but glance over at the janitor. His eyes never left them, and his hand never stopped moving, his face a mask of pure ecstasy. And in that moment, as they watched each other, the three of them connected by the most primal of instincts, Miss. Lu realized that she had never felt more alive. This was the kind of scandal that could ruin reputations, that could cost them their jobs, but as she straightened her clothes and Mr. Ross helped her to her feet, she knew she would never forget this end-of-year encounter in the gym teacher’s office.
The janitor, for his part, had the decency to look slightly embarrassed once he had finished. He tucked himself away and zipped up his pants, his eyes darting to the floor. “I should get back to work,” he mumbled, his cheeks reddening. But Miss. Lu couldn’t help but feel a thrill of power as she watched him go, knowing that she and Mr. Ross had shared something that would never be spoken of in the hallowed halls of the school.
They exchanged a knowing look as the door clicked shut behind Mr. Jenkins, a silent agreement that this was just the beginning. The end of the school year had brought them together, but it was the start of a summer filled with illicit encounters and shared secrets that would only serve to deepen their bond. And as Miss. Lu leaned in to kiss Mr. Ross, she knew that she was ready for whatever came next, ready to explore every inch of him and to let him do the same to her. The gym floor could wait. Tonight, they had more important lessons to learn.
Thank you for reading!
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