She walked into the room, tired and frustrated after yet another meeting. It was the end of the school year, why have another meeting? What did they have to talk about? She looked around her classroom at everything that still needed to be packed away and was filled with frustration and exasperation. She dropped into her chair and propped her head in her hands. Looking at the edge of her desk brought back memories; memories of things that shouldn't have happened on school property with someone that they shouldn't have happened with. She couldn't help the smile that started to cross her face as she sat back in her chair and closed her eyes and let the memories overtake her.
She hadn't turned on her lights. Sitting where she was, no one could see her. She had already clocked out. No one knew she was there. She opened her eyes and realized that her fantasizing had taken her into a dream world that passed a lot of time. It was now dark outside. Her room was cast in shadows. "Wow, it looks so different at night." she whispered. Pushing away from her desk, she peeked around the corner. Her door was shut. That meant that he had been passed and hadn't noticed that she was right here. He always checked the parking lot and knew whose cars were left. Unusual that he hadn't noticed and checked. Hmmm. She tapped her finger on her chin. "The potential… Oh, dear me, the potential." She washed and dried her hands. Thinking twice, pulled open the top drawer of her desk and grabbed the bottle of mouthwash. "I don't want to smell funky now." With her breath freshened, she headed through the school towards the front to check the parking lot. Sure enough her car was the only one sitting there all by itself. "Perfect." she whispered. Standing quietly in the hall, she listened for a sound to give her a hint as to where he could be.
Nothing.
Where would he be in an empty school? Her door was closed… AH HA! She walked through the halls with purpose. Her head was held high, her stride was long. The skirt she wore this time swished around her ankles. If anyone looked closely, the skirt was sheer and covered a mini-skirt that ended at her mid-thigh. The mini-skirt alone would have been indecent for a teacher but with the sheer over-skirt it looked quite fashionable. She had paired it with a tank top and a short summery sweater. She was thankful that her black heeled shoes were quiet on the gym floor. She had hope of reaching him before he realized she was there. She slipped through the door between the gym and the hall with minimal sound. The door to the office she was looking for sat open. With a tiny fist pump, she peeked around the corner. He was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. She leaned back against the wall and wondered, "Was he thinking about that night, too?"
Taking a deep breath, she peeked into the room. His eyes were still closed. Now his hand had moved to his waistband… she couldn't see what he was doing but she could guess. One of her eyebrows raised high above her forehead. She was right here and he wanted to take care of himself? Oh, no! That wasn't allowed! A quick glance at the desk provided her with something she could use. Slipping into the room, she snatched two little white plastic strips. As he grabbed the armrest with one hand, she couldn't believe her luck. Hurriedly slapping the slip-tie around his wrist, she got it tight enough that he couldn't get that hand free. She stayed behind his head and waited the few moments it took for him to realize that he was partially restrained. "What the…" he started as he pulled his other hand free.
She leaned over to whisper into his ear. "Relax." She grasped both of his shoulders and pressed down, caressing his shoulders and collar bone. "Relax and enjoy." He gripped the armrests until the chair creaked. She slithered her fingers under the collar of his shirt. His head tipped back to lean against her as she took his ear between her teeth and nibbled lightly. "Such a shame you started without me. And I was right here, too." He gave a little grunt. "If only you had walked a little farther into my room. I was sitting at my desk thinking of you, of us, of that time… But you didn't." Staring up at her he shook his head slightly from side to side. "Oh yes. Yes. You were a bad boy. You passed up a prime opportunity. Again. That makes you a very bad boy." Gliding to his side, she slowly dropped to the floor in front of him with her hands resting on his knees. "Bad…"
He leaned forward. "If you don't do something soon, you will find out just how bad I can be." he muttered. "I need… I just need…" Her hands slid up his thighs as she smiled up at him. Licking her lips, she caressed back down to his knees. "Woman, I swear I am about to…"
She let her hands drift back up his inner thighs, her left hand cupping him through his pants and the right reaching for his waistband. A tortured groan escaped his mouth as she gave him a gentle squeeze. She fondled him for a few more seconds before she brought her other hand up to grasp his waistband with both hands. He lifted his hips so she could lower his pants more easily. The armrests creaked again as his grip tightened in anticipation of what was to come. Looking up to meet his gaze, she licked her lips and smiled. Taking him firmly in her hands she continued to look up at him and whispered, "Just take your punishment like a good man." She licked his tip slowly. She watched his eyes darken to near black as she took him into her mouth. She felt powerful, having him under her control and unable to touch her in return. Knowing that he was at her mercy and she could do anything she pleased brought a smile to her face before she closed her eyes and sucked hard, drawing him in deep. Suck. Release. Suck. Release. Grasp a hold of his balls. Why were there hands on the back of her head? How… He held her head still and thrust three times slowly and deeply. Then he lifted her head up to meet his for a gentle kiss.
"Never bind just one hand. Silly mistake, sweets." He smiled as he put one hand under her chin and the other around her waist, pulling her onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Guess it's my turn…" Both his hands grasped her waist and shifted her so her legs were draped over his thighs. As she pressed her lips to his he pulled her panties to the side and pushed inside her. They both held still, simply looking at each other, feeling and breathing. "You need this as much as I do." he muttered, grasping her shoulders as he flexed his hips.
"Yes." she sighed. "Yes, I do. Please…" He flexed again.
He yanked off her sweater and dropped it on the floor behind them. She worked on his button-front shirt, letting it join her sweater. Soon his tee followed. He grasped her tank top and said, "Tonight I want skin-to-skin. I want to see it all. Not a glimpse. Show me." She untangled her legs and stood slowly. She kicked her shoes to the side. She dropped her skirt to the floor. She tossed her tank and bra onto the pile of clothes. He shucked his pants and knelt at her feet, sliding her panties to the floor as he kissed her stomach. He watched her skin quiver under his touch. "I want to watch your pale skin tremble and seize while I take you. I want to hear you scream my name." Her knees buckled at his words. He guided her down onto the bed of discarded clothing easily. "There's no one here to hear, so make sure you scream this time." He held his body over hers, his thumb touching her bare shoulder as he whispered over her face and kissed her nose. "I want your screams echoing in my ears every time I walk into this room." He planted his hands above her shoulders, staring into her eyes he surged ahead. She screamed and lifted her heels to dig them into his lower back, urging him to continue. Every thrust was met with a gasp or a moan of his name or a scream. "Let go, sweets. Let go." he ordered. Her body bowed under his as her screams reached a crescendo.
Curled together on the floor, she whispered, "What happens now?"
He kissed her forehead and rubbed his hands down her sides. "Right now you are going to get what you need from you room and I am going to walk you to your car, just like I would anyone else who was here this late at night." He shifted to lean over her, looking every inch the dominant male that he was. "After that, we'll figure it out. Don't think that I'm gonna wait until the end of August to see you. Not gonna happen."
She sat up and bit her bottom lip. "I can't just show up here all summer. That would just…"
He ran his thumb across her lip. "Nah. Not here. We'll figure it out."
Time passed as it always does. Before either knew it the middle of August arrived. The hallway floors were being waxed so no one was supposed to be in the building. He had the buffer on her hall, which brought thoughts of her to mind. How long it had been since he had seen her; how frustrating it was that he hadn't gotten her number; how irritated he was that he had let her leave that night and hadn't followed her home. He was still kicking himself over that one. He knew the town but not the street and his rides through the town hadn't yielded any luck. Shaking his head, he went back to work on the floor. Focus, man. Focus. You don't want to redo this floor. Not now. He couldn't help himself. He looked at her door. Her open door. The lights were on. Music was playing in her room. She's here! No one is supposed to be here and she is! He looked at the wax that was already on the floor and spread it as quickly as he could. As soon as he got it applied and had her sealed in, he left the buffer at the end of the hall and headed for her back door.
Knocking on her door he greeted her with a professional, "Hey, just wanted to let you know that you are stuck in your room for a while. I just waxed the hallway."
A soft smile blossomed on her face. "Oh, damn. Whatever will we do trapped in this room together?" He walked through her room and shut the interior door. She closed the exterior door. He turned and got his first good look at her in her tight spandex shorts and crop-top tee. "Don't judge. I came to set up my classroom."
"Riightt." He said as he backed her against the wall and lifted the crop-top over her head. "You always wear this kind of stuff to work when you know no one else but me is going to be around. Damn, woman." He made quick work of her shorts. "It's been too long. It can't wait. We gotta…" His pants hit the floor and he reached for her.
She put her finger on his lips. "We have time." she promised. "Skin-to-skin." She reached for his shirt, helping him pull them both off. Once they were both down to their skin and able to caress each other, he lifted her leg and slid himself along her wet cream. "Now." she sighed. He lifted her up against the wall and thrust forward, melding them together. After such a long time apart, the explosive coupling was quick and intense.
Holding her in place, he ordered, "You are going to be one of the last people here at night, right? You are going to be a weekend worker, right?"
She winked at him and said, "We'll see."
This the end of a two-shot. My goal was to write a story without naming the characters and see it I could make it work without it being stilted and full of weird phrasing. Yes, I had characters in mind when I wrote it but maybe your characters fit into this story just as well as mine did/do. If so, then it was a success.