How It Happened.
Maria and I worked in the same school. I was the head custodian and she was the kitchen manager. We’d always showed up an hour before the rest of the staff, entering the building through the loading dock door. I’d go around the building unlocking doors while she did paperwork in her office and then set about powering up all the kitchen gadgets. She was a good looking Italian woman and usually wore a high end running suit and some sort of knit tops with diving necklines. Her dark hair went a couple inches past her shoulder and her large, brown eyes were her best feature. I don’t know, her cleavage was pretty good, too, big tits. Oh, and she was married as hell, too. Her husband dropped her off at work a lot, picked her up sometimes, showed up in the middle of f the day and hung around her office like he didn’t have a job. They had a daughter attending the next high school over. Maria’s path and mine had crossed once before when she showed up to work in the kitchen of a school I was being promoted out of. But we’d never even spoken until she showed up a couple years later in the same school as me. She let it be known in no time that she was taking not guff. It wasn’t long before she had the place whipped into shape.
I’d get back from doing my rounds and she’d walk in my office, demanding in a charming way that I help her with one thing or another. Well, I was never one to let down a lady, so who was I to say no. I’d end up running a mixer, or fixing a dishwasher, or stocking cans, or whatever. She’d come up behind me and playfully say, “hurry up there.” Did I say she was playful in general, well she was! . She was a great one for pinching your arm hard if you disagreed with her. She always had a quick answer for everything, too. A regular smartass. And a fan of horseplay, too. She’d bump me out of the way with her hip all the time as she walked by. Our fooling around ended as the rest of the staff started showing up. We just started acting all fake like everybody else.
But then the next morning would come and we’d have another hour of work together, or should I say playtime? She was pinching harder lately when she was annoyed and she’d gotten down right physical with pushing me around. She even grabbed me once and futilely tried hard to push me backward when I’d resisted one of her shoves. We were both giggling like hell! That started happening more, and then she was getting her tits all over my arm while trying to shove me. Those big ole’ tits felt nice, too.
It went on like that for a couple months I’d say. And then one day I was helping her stock cans on some low shelving. She was standing directly over me as I squat down, handing down the boxes from another shelf. I turned my head toward her and my face was just about in her crotch. She was wearing kind of sloppy blue sweats that were a bit threadbare. I let myself stumble just enough to have my face go nose first right into her pussy. In that instant I could feel the springy flesh of her puss right through the material. No panties, man I could even make out the spring of her pubic hair. I was thinking, man she must have a nice bush, as I was stumbling back on my ass, laughing.
But, she wasn’t laughing. She was kind of glaring at me, and then she spun on her heels and sort of marched off to her office and closed the door. I was thinking, whoops.
Nothing happened for a couple days but then her eyes kept falling to my fly as if she were very curious about something. To see her eyes drop like that and to wonder about what she was thinking made my cock tingle and start swelling up. Hell, I quit wearing underwear to work so she could get a better look at what all her staring caused. It would swell all up and she could see its total outline as if it was through wet tissue paper. Then one day we’re in her office and the bullshit is flying like normal, and she starts the staring again. She’d closed the door earlier, complaining about all the noise the other staff made when arriving. We were quite alone and she was staring again at my swelling cock. The blood started pulsing in my temples, as sure sign that I was about to become the real me, lol. And she was staring again. “Wanna’ see it?” I said. At that point she got all coy. “See what? She said, now staring up at me from her office chair with a little smile on her lips. Ha! I was going for it. I started pulling my fly down. She said, “I really, REALLY don’t think that’s a good idea!” But, I was going for it! I whipped out my big stiff cock and went right up to her as she sat in her chair. The head touched her cheek. “Jesus Christ.” She whispered. And then she grabbed it so hard that it hurt a little and put a wet kiss right on the tip.
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