The kids were sent home early so the staff could clean the school. Almost everyone has snuck off to enjoy the rest of golden September afternoon. I walk the empty corridor and see L. through the doorway. She is still here, diligently cleaning the classroom.
I walk into the room as L is wiping down the desks. She starts to turn as I come in but I tell her to keep cleaning. I watch her and wait until her hands start moving in smooth, steady circles again. She wipes her way up the desk and bends a little to reach. I step in behind her and take her ponytail in my hand.
L lets out a breathy sigh but she doesn’t turn around. I slide my right foot next to hers and push it to the side so that her legs part. Standing behind her parted legs, I press the crouch of my jeans against her. The yield and heat of her, the blood-beat pulsing of our bodies echoing off each other through the fabric of our clothes. I pull L’s blonde ponytail gently and she bends further over the desk and pushes back against me. I gradually pull harder on her hair until her head is arched back toward me and keep pulling harder until I know she is beginning to hurt.
I thrust my free hand into my pocket and adjust my hardening cock so that the length of it is pressed into the seam of her and I press and pull and press and pull. L is trying to stay quiet but she can’t hold back the rattling sighes of pleasure and she is spreading her feet a little further apart and arching her back so I can reach more of her.
I snag a little fictive angle of her body along my cock and push up into it hard and sudden and when she cries out, I pull her ponytail up vertical so that she is forced back into a standing position and her ear comes close to my mouth.
Whispering into her ear, I tell her to undo the button of her slacks and one hand slides under her shirt and into her bra while the other releases her ponytail and wraps around her open throat and gently squeezes. I am dragging my lips across the skin that runs from her ear to her shoulder. When she gets the button undone, my hand slips from under her shirt and down, slipping under the elastic of her panties and I feel her hips judder and her shoulders unwind as my fingers slide over heat of her vagina. I press her lips with my ring and index finger and lay my middle finger along the boundary of her body before curling it into her. The wet pearl folds give way to that sweet, slick heat and a damp breathy moan escapes her mouth. She shakes and I remove my hand. I push her down until she is lying across the desk and step back, letting her bring her legs together so I can hook my fingers into her waistband and pull down her slacks and panties. I roughly remove her left shoe so that she can step out of her slacks and spread her legs again, the exposed centre of her desire catching the light. I resist the urge to scoop my tongue along the curve of her sex and instead stand up.
I pause for a moment. I have to restrain the pull the within me, the aggressive instinct. I give us a small time to enjoy the desire, the anticipation, the pleasure she feels at being vulnerable and the pleasure I feel at being drawn inexorably to her. Each of us helpless in our way.
I bare my skin to hers and lose myself inside her.
***
After, I kiss the sweat from the back of her neck and leave without a word.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/da58qk/a_dream_for_l_mf