The Janitor's Keys (fm:cuckold, 8021 words)

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Sarah was, by every definition, the perfect kindergarten teacher and a truly beautiful woman. At thirty-six, she still possessed the youthful glow that had first captivated me in college. She was a petite 5'4", with a warm, curvy figure that she was often self-conscious about but which I found endlessly appealing. Her sandy blonde hair was usually pulled back into a practical but elegant bun, and her face, free of all but the most minimal makeup, was dominated by a pair of large, expressive blue eyes that radiated kindness. It was her smile, though, that was her most arresting feature—a wide, genuine curve of her lips that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. She was sweet, universally adored by her students and their parents, and carried herself with a wholesome innocence that I found both endearing and, at times, incredibly erotic.

That Friday, I was helping her pack up the last of her things from her classroom for the summer break. The room smelled of chalk dust, disinfectant, and that faint, sugary scent of children. Colorful, chaotic artwork was still taped to the walls, a testament to her dedication. I was stacking a heavy box of books when I glanced out the classroom door's small window and into the long, empty hallway. Lurking near the water fountain at the far end was Gus, the school's janitor. He was in his late fifties, a portly man with thinning, greasy hair combed over a bald spot and a perpetually sour expression. He wasn't doing anything, just leaning against the wall, staring down the corridor in our direction.

"Looks like your biggest fan is on patrol," I said to Sarah, not bothering to hide the disdain in my voice.

Sarah looked up from the desk she was wiping down and followed my gaze. I saw a slight, involuntary shudder go through her body before she turned away from the window. "Ugh, I know," she whispered, as if afraid he might hear. "He always does that. Just stands and stares. He gives me the creeps."

We were about to leave, the last box sealed and resting by the door, when a violent, ear-splitting tone suddenly blared from a speaker in the ceiling, followed by a loud click. Sarah jumped, her hand flying to her chest. Before either of us could speak, the tinny voice of the principal crackled through the PA system, strained with an urgent formality.

"Attention faculty and staff. This is a Code Yellow lockdown. A Code Yellow. There is police activity in the immediate vicinity of the school. Please secure your classroom doors, stay away from all windows, and shelter in place until further notice. I repeat, this is not a drill."

"Shit," I muttered, my annoyance at Gus instantly replaced by a jolt of protective adrenaline. I strode to the heavy wooden door, threw the deadbolt with a solid thud, and turned off the overhead lights, plunging the room into the soft, late-afternoon glow filtering through the high windows. We stood there in the sudden quiet, the only sound our own breathing as we waited for what was next.

Minutes crawled by, feeling like hours. We spoke in hushed tones, speculating about what might be happening outside. A bank robbery? A car chase? Sarah, ever the pragmatist, started tidying up the art station, her hands needing something to do. I was watching her, appreciating the gentle curve of her back as she bent over, when a new sound cut through the silence—the distinct, metallic jangling of keys from the hallway, growing closer. My body tensed. I looked at the door just as a key slid into the lock on the other side.

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luvs2read writes Tue 24 Jun 2025 05:32:

what a great fantasy that made me feel....like I was there

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