Simone walks past a supply closet, her steps halting when she hears an announcement from the overhead speakers. Though it has nothing to do with her, it still catches her attention.
Her contemplation is cut short when she hears a loud thud from behind the storeroom door. Her head snaps over her shoulder and she takes a step back. Next thing she hears the sound of glass shattering and the partially door opens.
She steps closer, touching the doorknob. "Um, hello? Is everything alright?"
Hearing nothing, she wonders if maybe something just fell off a shelf. But then what was that initial thud?
Opening the door, she placed one foot inside, taking a scan of the room. Sure enough she saw broken glass on the floor to her left. As she followed it up the shelf next to it to see what had fallen, a hooded figure stepped out from behind the shelf and held out his hand.
"Mione."
Simone's cry of shock died in her throat at the sound of his voice. Omg, it was her secret fuck buddy! What was he doing at her school?! And why was he in this closet dressed like a would be thief? How did he even get in here dressed like that?
She entered and closed the door behind her.
"What are you doing here?" Her voice was a mere whisper.
"I missed you."
His practical answer made her scoff in exasperation.
"Do you...also work here?" A sudden realization came to her. Was her secret admirer one of her colleagues? That would make so much sense. It would explain how he knew where she lived and how he'd spotted her at the bar.
Could he be one of the administrators? Had he accessed her file? Had he overheard her mention the bar she frequents to some of the other teachers?
Hell, had she told him directly? Not knowing he was pining after her.
But looking at his size, she began to doubt her own assessment. None of the male teachers she'd been around had such a big build. Was he simply one of the teachers she'd never met before or was he new?
Or was he someone else entirely?
The stranger watched her expression. He chuckled under his mask. He could tell from the way her face was scrunched up and the way she bit her lip that she was trying to figure out his identity amongst all the male teachers.
He stepped closer, still holding out his hand. It pleased him greatly when she took it and allowed him to pull her into a tight embrace. Even though he'd spend most of yesterday afternoon making love to her, he still feared that she may reject him.
After all, their relationship was very weird. He had not planned for it to happen this way. But once he realized that she did not recognize his voice, he was determined to hide his face as well. Though a tiny part of his heart was pinched by how thoroughly she'd forgotten him, a larger part of him was pleased by it.
For now, anyways. He knew things couldn't carry on this way forever.
He dreaded how she'd react once she found out. Would she reject him without a second glance or would she allow him to explain himself and give him a second chance? He hated how uncertain and fearful he felt each time he thought about their future.
He tightened his grip on her, pressing kisses to her head and gently rocking her body from side to side.
He loved her. Too bad it took her extended absence for him to finally acknowledge it. Things didn't have to be this messy; it could have remained simple.
Simone melted in his embrace. She breathed in his scent. Her heart stirred and her eyes grew dewy. It was crazy. She had only seen him yesterday and yet, the feel of him and smell of him felt like coming home after a long trip.
She waited for him to say something, but as the silence stretched on she decided simply being in his arms was more than enough.
"You're wearing too much clothes."
It took Simone a moment to realize what she had just said. She flushed, pressing her face into his chest.
She heard the man's rich, deep laugh. "So are you. But this closet is quite chilly, so best our clothes stay on."
Simone looked up and stared at him. She could make out his square jawline and lips under his hood. The upper half of his face was covered in a mask which reminded her of the Phantom of the Opera.
"Did you acquire your mask at a Halloween store?"
He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Maybe. Why? Do I look silly?"
"Not all all. You look very mysterious and handsome."
He smiled with all his teeth. "You think I'm handsome?"
"Umhmm. But I think you would look even more handsome if you took your mask off."
The stranger gently held her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. "I wish I could."
"But you can't, right? Cause once I see your face, I'll...I don't know maybe your handsomeness will dazzle me so much I'll go blind. I can't be a librarian anymore if I'm blind. But I could become a dog walker."
The man threw his head back and laughed.
Simone swallowed hard as she watched his Adam's apple. Combined with his sweet scent and deep laugh, she felt her body preparing itself for coitus. It was an instantaneous thing. Her temperature went up and her throat grew parched.
The stranger looked back at her, his amusement dying a swift death once he saw the flush on her face and the glazed look in her eyes.
She was not feeling shy right now.
His own eyes darkened in response. He had just wanted to see her, talk to her and hold her. He needed to breathe in her sweet scent before he would have to leave for a few days.
It was crazy. He had gone years without being able to touch her, but after having a taste of her passionate fire, he was reluctant to be gone for more than a day.
He wasn't here to fuck her. Especially after the numerous times he'd claimed her yesterday afternoon.
Plus, this was her place of work. An elementary school. Nothing indecent could happen here; there were kids.
But the way she was looking at him now, he felt his restraint snap.
Tilting her head up, he lowered his lips onto her tempting mouth. Kissing her deeply, he groaned when he felt her hands pull at his jeans.
"Are you sure you're not too sore from yesterday?" He breathed against her mouth.
"Maybe I am," she breathed back. "But right now I...I can't tell. I want you again. Is that wrong? Am I being too greedy?"
He kissed a path along her jawline, before moving to press his lips against her throat.
"Not at all. I'm as every bit as greedy. I burn for you, Simone. I have never felt this way towards any woman before." His claimed her lips once more, gently nudging her back until, her butt touched the edge of a large sink.
He opened her legs with his, pressing his knee into her womanhood.
Simone moaned into his mouth. She felt feverish as his tongue tangled with hers in a slow dance.
"Everything about you turns me on," she whispered. "I don't know why you have such an effect on me."
"That's because we are fated," he muttered against her skin. "We are a perfect match, Mione. In more ways than one.
She let out a soft whimper when the man unzipped her skirt and pulled it up past her hips. He seated her on the edge of the sink, freed his cock, pulled aside her panties and entered her in one stroke. It all happened so fast, Simone didn't even have time to catch her breath from the sudden penetration when he began to slide in and out of her.
"Perfect," he growled. "So fucking perfect." He locked his eyes on her face as he maintained his gentle rhythm. He did not want to miss even a flicker of her pleasure. He wanted to see her come apart.
She braced her hands on the sink and spread her legs wider, slightly lifting them.
She did her best to swallow her moans when he gripped her thighs and moved faster.
Her lower belly tightened. Her body trembled. She arched her toes as he drove into her. Her sheath was dewy. So much so that she was surprised she hadn't already orgasmed.
She was certainly getting dizzy.
The stranger was being careful to stay silent, ensuring he did not pull out completely so their skin would not slap. But it was hard as he wanted her to come fast and he could see she was also wanting this act to be over with because of their location.
Simone threw her head back as she peaked, her legs trembling uncontrollably as she felt fresh liquid pool between her legs.
The man pulled her head back, pressing his lips to hers as he thrusted into her, once, before fully withdrawing his length and then once more, filling her with his hot seed.
He swallowed her cry as he groaned into her mouth.
They stayed there for a moment, still locked together, Simone shuddering as she felt his bare cock pulse in the aftershocks of his release. She sagged against him, resting her head on his chest. Her eyes were a bit damp.
She felt his hot breath, panting against her neck, his hands gripping her hip.
Once their breathing was under control, he spoke first.
"Holding back...was not easy."
Simone lifted her head, feeling wrung out and groggy.
Seeing this, the man smacked a kiss to her lips. "I love the way you look after I fuck you. It's like I've sucked out your soul."
Simone gave him the stinky eyes. "Anyone could have walked in. I closed the door, but I'm pretty sure it's not locked. Omg, I would have been reported and lost my job probably. You are making me act so carelessly." She pushed at his chest.
The man pulled out of her, causing them to both groan at the sensation. Simone felt empty and he felt cold. She hopped off the sink, taking a moment to steady her legs, which, for a brief moment had gone numb.
Turning around to face the sink, she cranked the tap, not caring that it released freezing cold water. She suddenly realized that the sink was quite dirty, smelling of both chemicals and dirt. Clearly, this was where the mop water got dumped.
What an unromantic place to have sex, she thought.
The man pulled up his zipper and rolled his neck.
Stepping towards the door, he pressed his ear to it. He didn't hear anything. No footsteps or voices. He looked back at her. She was right. That had been very careless. Nobody had come in, but someone easily could have.
Seeing her wash her pussy with cold water and clearly not enjoying it made him chuckle. He walked over and reached for the hot water tap. It was stuck and it took some effort on his part to twist it on.
She smiled at him. "Thanks."
He smiled back as he watched her clean herself and ensure her clothes were in order.
"Are you going to stay in the closet or come with me?"
"I can't out looking like this." He pointed at his mask. "Someone would see me and call the police."
"How did you even get in here dressed like this?"
"I didn't come in through the front door."
"Then how?"
The man shook his head and held her by her shoulders, leaning in to give her one last kiss to her lips. Then, as if he could not help himself, he leaned down and kissed each of her breasts.
Simone blushed. She didn't know why she felt so shy when they'd just been fucking. Maybe she was new to the language of lovers. Maybe this psychological back and forth regarding physical intimacy was normal.
"Go now. Get back to work." He placed a hand on the small of her back and opened the door. "I have my own way of slipping in and out. I'm very good at it."
He laughed when he saw her blush once more at his not so subtle innuendo.
Simone took a deep breath before she stepped out. She walked at a measured pace. Since first period was still in session, the hallways were still empty. That was good. She didn't know how she would feel if she had come out of the closet after engaging in something so scandalous only to be surrounded by children.
Entering the library, she saw that two teachers were leaning against the counter chatting. Upon seeing her they ended their conversation.
"Ms.Goyette, we need your assistance."
Simone walked slowly, not feeling the same nervousness she had felt when she had left the library earlier to grab a bite to eat. Or when she'd gone to clean up her mess.
Looks like the sex did its magic once more.
He can help me sleep, he can make me feel safe, he's made me fall in love in two days and now he's also taken away my nervous anxiety.
Maybe the stranger is right. Maybe we are fated for one another.
"I apologize for keeping you waiting," Simone replied, taking her seat. "I dropped my coffee mug in the hallway and didn't want to just leave it there for the janitors."
One of the teachers gave a wave of his hand. "It's all right. We haven't been waiting long."
Looking at the time, Simone smiled. She had only been gone for 11 minutes. And she'd managed to clean up broken glass and get a good early morning fuck in at the same time.
This was a going to be such a good day.
Well....that was until Mrs. Veela came in and noticed she was acting way too happy.
Pushing the thought out of her mind, she focused on fulfilling the request of the two teachers.