I had ushered Kendra out of my classroom and waited for Johnny to return to clean my room. He never showed. I was tired because Kendra had spent the last half hour fucking me in my chair. I left for home.
The next day after classes I was at my desk finishing some grading when Johnny came into my room, pushing the maintenance cart. I looked up and he was looking at me.
"O.K. if I clean your room now, Ms. B? You look a little tired out. Are you busy?" he asked.
"No, Johnny, I'm not busy. Yes, you may clean the room." He was still staring at me. I had a funny feeling and finally looked away, back down to the work on my desk. I could hear him move the cart, pick something up, and begin to clean the chalkboards.
He finished with the chalkboard on the opposite wall and moved to the boards on the wall alongside my desk. I could hear him rubbing the boards and tried not to appear distracted. He stopped when he got alongside my desk. I looked up. He was facing me and looking at me with a long, foam eraser in his hands. He was smiling and rubbing the eraser.
"What?" I asked nervously as I watched him stroke the eraser.
"Who was that who left after I was in here yesterday? Was that Kendra? I remember her from junior high. Was she in here when I was in here earlier?"
Busted! I could feel the embarrassment begin to rise up my face.
"Uh... No... Uh... Yes, that was her. Uh, she was doing some extra credit work," I stammered and then looked away. He didn't move.
"O.K., that's cool. What kind of work was she doing? Did she do a good job?"
I wasn't sure where this was going, but for some reason my pussy tingled. "Uh..." I struggled to come up with an answer.
"Uh, she was doing... Uh, I can't say. A student's work is private, covered by privacy laws, you know." Whew, that was some quick thinking, I thought.
"Oh, yeah. Privacy laws, huh," he replied with a slight smirk.
Then he said "Looks like the lab tables are pretty clean. Guess you crack the whip on those students making sure they clean up. Why don't you just stay there? I'm going to dust and sweep the floor, then I'll be finished."
"O.K., Johnny," I said, all of a sudden feeling so weak that I couldn't move anyway.
*****
"So, what did you think was going to happen?" my husband asked as he stood behind me with his hands on my tits. I was telling him what happened during my day at school. We both know and are comfortable with my overwhelming need to have sex and the fact that I look for and try to take advantage of every opportunity. My job as a high school teacher with eighteen year old students avails me of more opportunities than one might think. When I get home, I tell my husband what happened and we end up having sizzling sex.
We were sitting at the kitchen table when I started to tell him what happened to me that day. He got up from his chair, walked over to stand behind my chair, and grabbed my tits.
"Oh, god! That feels so -"
"Keep going. I want to know if he fucks you," he interrupted me and put his hands inside my bra.
*****
It didn't take long and pretty soon Johnny was done. He came back to my desk and stood over me.
"Alright, Ms. B. I gotta lock up. You finished there? Get your things and let's go so I can lock the door," he said in a no nonsense manner.
I was finished with my grading long ago, but was hoping he would finish and leave so I could take my lab coat off and get dressed. Like most days, I was naked under my lab coat. Now he wanted me to leave with him. Even though the room was cool, I was getting warm under my coat and was worried about slowly losing control of the situation.
"That's O.K., Johnny. I can close up. You go ahead." I tried to regain some semblance of control.
"No can do, Ms. B. Rodney said I was to lock up after I cleaned the rooms. You don't want me to get into trouble, do you? Here, stand up so I can help you take your lab coat off and you can get your things."
I got up from my desk and, avoiding him, walked toward the supply room where I had left my clothes.
"That's O.K., Johnny. I can manage." I felt things slipping away.
"No, I insist on helping," he said and reached for my lab coat.
I pulled away, hurried to the supply room, opened the door, and went in. He followed me and stood there, holding the door open.
"O.K., Ms. B. Go ahead and get your things. I'll just wait here."
"Johnny, you can't wait there," I said, sensing real trouble.
"It's O.K. I'll hold the door while you get your things. Then we can go."
I stood there not knowing what to do. I couldn't take my lab coat off with him standing there and couldn't figure out how to get him to leave and close the supply room door. He made the decision for me.
He let go of the door and walked to me. "I guess I'll just have to help you with that." I couldn't move. He stopped in front of me and started to unbutton my lab coat.
*****
"Fuck! You were trapped in that little supply room with the janitor. I suppose all you had on today was the lab coat," my husband said.
"Yeah. I was giving crotch shots to the men in the teacher's lounge during lunch time. Yes! Harder!" I said as he pinched and pulled my nipples.
"I guess it wasn't long before he was all over your tits like this." My shirt was open and he pulled my bra up over my tits. He kissed my neck as he smothered my tits with his hands.
"Oh, god! That feels sooooooo good!" I tried to reach for his cock, but he was behind me and had me pinned to the chair. I moaned out of desperation for some cock. He stopped kissing me just long enough to say "Keep going with the janitor."
*****
Two buttons undone. I could feel my cunt leaking.
"I don't mind helping, Ms. B."
