Date: 11/1/2019
By Imetaphor
I'm on the 5th floor of a big fancy school. It has a theater and classrooms and everything. The 5th floor is the band storage room, wall to wall big shelves for big instrument cases. Wyatt and Linda are having sex on a shelf, partially hidden by instrumment cases and drums, but they're not being quiet. I can see Wyatt between her raised legs, going deep. "Oh, Linda, you make me SO horney," he groans, pornographically. They do other positions. I catch some glimpses. Linda is a hott little Latina with dark tan skin and straight black hair. Definitely my type. I finally go right up to them and say hi, since I know them, but they have finished, half-reclining. Linda is naked but her knees are away from me. And it's too dark to see her well. She puts her hand on my arm, subtly using her charms on me. "Can you do me a favor? Run our uniforms down to dry cleaning? And hand me my clothes, please." I ignore her request for clothes. But it is my job to drop off dry cleaning. For this run, to make it more fun I decide to get naked. I'm probably turned on too. I streak down the stairs to the ground floor really quick. No one's around. Going up is a little slower. Unfortunately, I have to run by a security hall monitor, who looks about 60. "Excuse me," she says, "do you know that you're naked? Has anyone told you?" But she smiles and doesn't stop me. I guess she likes it, or just doesn't care.