The soothing music in your ears stops as you turn on your phone and place your headphones in your bag. When you check your phone for messages, you only find what you expected: a message from your mother asking, "Where are you?"
A curse escapes your mouth as your gaze flits over to the phone's clock: 5:00 PM. You should've left for home 30 minutes ago, but as usual, you got carried away sitting in the library revising some difficult Math topics. You really can't help yourself, can you?
Taking a moment to breathe, you gather your belongings and turn around, walking to the door. You take the same path you always did — even if your usual exit was a long distance away. Who builds a library so deep into a school that all exits are far away? It'll take an eternity to head out the way you usually do, but it doesn't bother you too much—it just means you have plenty of time to think.
You look down at your phone as you enter the penultimate corridor after a long stretch of straight walls. Good thing you brought your portable charger this time around; it's as good a time as any to message your mother—
"Hello?"
You turn around to face the direction of the voice. The school janitor, a woman named Yvonne, stood at the other end of the corridor. You weren't entirely certain, either. You can't help but blush as you take in her voluptuous form. Her clothes are worn out, making her massive breasts bounce and jiggle as she walks towards you. As she gets closer, you notice how much her hair covers her eyes, giving her a mysterious air.
She stops in front of you, blocking your path. From her appearance, you would never guess she is only a janitor. You don't know why she picked now to come up to you, but you feel like she's testing you somehow. Did she see something in your expression? Or maybe she just wants to talk...
Yvonne opens her mouth and says, "Staying late again, Peter? The day has been over for you for two hours now." Her words aren't harsh or demanding — instead, they're gentle and sweet, her voice dripping with an affectionate kindness that causes butterflies in your stomach. Her gaze doesn't linger anywhere for too long; it looks down and away before meeting yours and sticking, waiting for you to keep moving. She steps aside, and you begin to walk with her following you side by side. Something about this feels wrong, but you can't quite explain why.
Several moments pass before she continues, her tone softer and kinder than before, her voice dripping with affection and desire. "Your mind has become so clouded lately, it seems. A common side effect from staying after class with such intense revision sessions."
"Uh, yeah. Sorry about that, um, Yvonne" She smiles at hearing you say her name, turning her head and giving a slight laugh before looking back at you with warm affection. You try your best not to stare too much, although your gaze is locked on the curves beneath those worn-out clothes and on that massive chest. Her breasts seem so soft, and it wouldn't be strange if your hands reached through to caress one right then. She has no idea you can't control your own thoughts sometimes. Your cheeks heat.
"It's alright, my dear," she replies, her smile widening. "I understand your need to stay after school. After all, you've got on your plate these days."
She pauses for a moment, and you're about to respond when she suddenly grabs you by the hand. "In fact, I think all that work deserves a reward."
Thrown off balance by her action you stumble forward. Yvonne moves to your forearm and pulls you towards her, guiding you into another corridor at the other end of the hall. Now around the corner, she presses herself against you and wraps her arms around your neck. Her body is squeezed firmly against you, large breasts squishing into your torso.
"U-Um," you mutter in confusion and shock. "Miss. Yvonne, what are we doing?" Being led away without a word makes you understandably nervous, what did she mean by reward? You search her for clues; she's smiling gently like she's inviting you to do something. Wanting you to join her in an intimate act. She leans in, her lips brushing your earlobe as she whispers, "We're gonna have fun, Peter." Her voice is low, seductive, and you feel the warmth of her breath tickle your skin.
She gently holds one of your hands and guides it down to her waist. "Just relax and enjoy yourself." As she speaks, she pushes your hand under her shirt and onto her bare flesh. Her breast is so firm and full, with a huge areola surrounding her nipple which protrudes outwards. It seems almost like it would burst as you play with it, but the way she moans in pleasure encourages you to grab them. In shock, you comply.
Yvonne's fingers work their magic on your pants, pulling them open and sliding your underwear down your legs