"Good morning sir!" said young James as he passed me in the corridor, I greeted him back and added, "You're in exceptionally early young man!"
"Yes Sir, I need to get on a computer before they all go."
He rushed off and I span back around to continue on my original path, to be honest, I was a bit lost. A new school for me and I was still trying to find my way. On turning around after seeing young James off, a door opened into the corridor, nearly knocked me off my feet.
"Oh, sorry!" the man said after he closed the door. I noticed it was the head, Mr. Winters.
I said, "No problem, sorry, wasn't looking where I was going."
He coughed and walked on, he seemed a bit flushed and embarrassed for some reason. As I took another step, I just glanced at the door and it had a plaque on it which read 'Cleaners only.'
I thought it strange the head should be in there! I walked on. I eventually got to my classroom and started to prepare for the lesson which was in twenty minutes.
My name is Sid; I'm a Geography teacher at a local secondary school. I'm fifty-four and medium build, not great looking but never mind. I play racket sports and cycle, I cycle lots. I always cycle to school, it keeps me reasonably fit and healthy.
About a week later I had a very similar experience in the corridor, I was walking along, and ahead of me the very same door opened and out popped Mr. Winters, I sidestepped behind some lockers and hoped he did not see me. After he had gone I walked on and passed the door.
And just before I turned into another corridor, I heard a noise and turned to look. It was the cleaner's door, it opened slowly and I took another couple of steps and stood still; out of sight of that corridor. I heard the door close so I turned around and pretended to be walking into that corridor.
I saw a few students but they were too far past the door, there was one person that could have come out of that door, the other person was another teacher; Mary-Anne. She's someone I had come to know in the new school and had only spoken to on a professional level.
We passed and her eyes averted mine, she looked shy, perplexed, and very rosy-cheeked. I started to wonder! Was I putting two and two together and getting an odd number? I thought 'Nah.'
Mary-Anne looks like your very typical schoolmistress; late forties, she is medium build and fairly buxom. She has long auburn hair usually tied into a ponytail. She does have very piercing blue eyes, always makes you want to keep looking at them.
She always wares a typical ladies grey pin-striped two-piece suit, jacket and skirt; and always with a cream coloured blouse. I've never seen her in tights, she has very broad hips and her tight skirt enveloped and eccentuates her thick thighs. Of the legs she had exposed, they're very shapely; her calves look very toned and taut.
I wondered how they came to get so close. Mr. Winters is not much of a looker; I was better looking than him! I thought to myself. Whereas Mary-Anne, well she's no beauty queen, but had a very clear complexion and her face quite pretty looking, especially with those piercing eyes.
I took a few steps back, looked left and right to check for anyone, and I opened the door, it was dark in there, the only light that lit up any features was the light from the corridor. The room itself seemed to go deep and was full of cleaners stuff, what else!
I stepped in and closed the door, I looked for a light switch and there was one, but just before I flicked it, my eyes had adjusted to the dimness of the room. I noticed a bench faintly in the distance. I left the light off, I walked up to the bench and looked up to the right, a small window; a skylight, with flaky paint on it, sunlight came through but the dust on the window blocked out the full glare.
The bench was high enough to sit on and about six feet long, three wooden slats made the top. It was up against the wall. I noticed lines on the floor like the bench had been dragged a couple of feet away.
Although everything looked dusty, the bench was clean, spotless; like someone had cleaned it recently. I looked around further as my eyes adjusted more. I noticed all the cupboards had curtains in front, I pulled one back and it had shelves with cleaning stuff on them.
I went to another, it was further, pulled back the curtain and it was virtually empty, a few shelves with minimal stuff on it. I closed the curtain and I turned around to leave, I closed the door and went to my next class.
The following day, at the staff meeting I happened to be sat next to Mary-Anne, she again spoke but seemed very coy. Her eyes never really kept any meaningful contact with mine. We listened to Mr. Winters giving his talk, usual boring stuff, and one new item was the building of a new computer room. He was telling us that there would be some disruption as the workmen go about the construction work.
The bell rang and we all went to our classrooms.
A few days passed and I made it my mission to catch them, I wanted to know which days they did whatever they were doing on, and I was sure I had a pretty good idea what that was!
I made notes and a pattern emerged, it seemed to be around twice a week, every Tuesday and sometimes a Friday's, as far as I was aware the action would be early in the mornings. Movement started around eight. Mary-Anne would go in five minutes before Mr. Winters. Twenty minutes later Mr. Winters would come back out first, followed by Marry-Anne a minute or two after he left, which seemed to be their routine.
One Monday evening as everyone left, I went to the cleaner's door. I turned on the light and made my way to the far cupboard. I took off the few items on them and placed them into another cupboard; the shelves were not fixed so I was able to remove them and placed them onto the floor of the tall cupboard. I got in and closed the curtain; I crouched down low and I cut a small peep-hole with scissors I found there. I got out and made sure all looked as it should and left.
Then on Tuesday, I made my way in early, half-past seven as I got in. After I put my bags in the staffroom, I made my way to the cleaners door. It was quarter to eight as I hid in the cupboard. I crouched down and could see the bench clearly as the faint light from the window shone straight onto it.
Time seemed to pass so slowly as I waited, those few minutes seemed like hours. Then all of a sudden, there was Mary-Anne, I heard no noise of the door or anything, she just appeared from nowhere into view of my peep-hole.
She drew back the curtain on one of the cupboards and reached in, she went to the bench and pulled it away from the wall; she wiped the top of the bench and replaced the cloth, she also got out a small box, seemed quite light in weight and placed it at the end of the bench.
She sat on the bench and removed her shoes; she placed them next to the box on the floor. Then she reached under her pin-striped skirt and removed her knickers, she placed them onto her shoes.
She sat on the bench and looked at her watch; just then Mr. Winters appeared into the aperture I was peering through. Mary-Anne stood; they embraced and kissed for a minute. Mary-Anne looked at her watch and said, "We'll have to hurry, I've got a lot on today. Need to make an early start."
Seemed like Mary-Anne was the more dominant one in that relationship! She lifted her skirt and sat back down while Mr. Winters took his jacket off and hung it on a hook that was on the side of a cupboard. He dropped his trousers and rolled up his shirt and I could see his cock as it dangled under his pot-belly. He grabbed hold of it and gave it a few yanks.
Mary-Anne threw a leg over the bench and it was right in front of me, I saw her pussy as her legs hung over either side. And the most fabulous sight was of her amazing thick thighs. They seemed so strong like if you had your head in there, she could squeeze the life out of it. I'd love to have my head in there!
She tried to be quiet as possible, but in quite a forceful manner she said, "Come on get over here."
As he stepped over to Mary-Anne's head, his hand went to her pussy, she said, "Wet them first I'm not ready."
