It was lockdown and we both had small bubbles so decided to add each other discreetly.  I was working from home as an essential worker and Wesley, similarly essential was working at school.  We continued to meet to walk our dogs and take advantage of outdoor recreational activities.

One afternoon Wesley called me, “come to school, I’m going to be here alone all afternoon and I’d love to fuck you in the sick bay”.  Tempted but worried about being sprung somewhere I definitely shouldn’t be with someone who would face serious consequences, Wesley reassured me everything would be ok.  “Nobody’s coming in, the principal left an hour ago, everyone is teaching from home so the place is deserted, no underwear allowed”

I was curious and knew that a school sickbay would be an interesting addition to my list of experiences.  “ok, see you in 15 minutes” I still wasn’t certain he was right but was interested to see where saying yes would lead to.

I had a tour of the school, which as he’d said, was deserted.  It felt strange to be in a place that was normally full of life and activity and here it was, devoid of both.  I’d not been in a school since 1995 so it brought back memories though none of them featured anything remotely like what I knew was about to happen.

“In here” Wesley grabbed my hand and pulled me into a small, dark room at the end of a corridor.  It had windows and access doors on two sides.  “WTF!” I said, “someone will come in!”, there was nowhere to hide if they did.  “Nooooooooooo they won’t” Wesley said with a grin, “the principal has left, and the cleaners aren’t due today.” The room was empty except for a sink and a low single wooden bedframe with a thin vinyl covered mattress, standard throughout sickbays I thought.  There’s a toilet and shower in an adjacent room. 

I shut the door behind me and pulled him into a passionate kiss.  Making out in weird places really does excite me.  Wesley’s warm hands slid beneath my tshirt and massaged my back.  He groaned and kissed me deeper.  I took that as an invitation to unbutton his shirt and run my hands through that glorious chest hair while I kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear, a short circuit to a hard cock and it didn’t disappoint!  I unbelted his trousers and slid them down so he could step out of them.  Usually men don’t look sexy with their socks on but it seemed ok in this environment where nudity didn’t naturally occur, to be a bit dishevelled in socks with an unbuttoned shirt and with a hard cock; SO sexy. 

He lifted my tshirt and smiled with approval at my lack of bra, “good girl” he mumbles around the nipple already in his mouth.  I’m raking my fingers through his hair and holding his head to my breast as he switches nipples and pushes me against the wall.  Feeling his tall and naked warm body against mine is always a pleasure.  Soon I am naked too.  Placing his knee between my thighs opens them to his long and strong fingers which soon find the musky wetness within.  “Lovely!” he breathes into my ear and alternates between filling me with his fingers and bringing the wetness to circle my clit.  It’s like he has more than two hands, he seems to be touching me everywhere while I grind against him and drive my fingernails into his shoulders and upper arms just to keep vertical and to hold him close.

I reach down between our bellies to stroke his gorgeous cock.  It’s rock hard and wet with pre-cum, it’s not often you get to fuck where you work and it’s clearly working its magic. 

“Lie down” I ask, “I want you in my mouth”.  The wooden bed squeaks as he sits down then lies back, running his hand down my thigh as I stand beside and look down on him for a moment.  He reaches for my pussy again, but I swat his hand away and sink to my knees and without using my hands I circle my tongue around his glans and take him into my mouth and as far down my throat as I can.  Wesley really loves a sloppy blowjob and taking him deep into my throat so that I gag produces a wonderful amount of saliva that I let drool from my mouth onto his cock which then dribbles down over his balls.  I move to the end of the bed so my throat aligns better with his cock.  He has his fingers wrapped in my long thick hair and although trying not to fuck my face too hard, he can’t help making me gag on occasion as his desire builds.  Soon I’m a snotty and teary mess but hey, what’s not to love about a messy blowjob?  I love to tweak his nipples and run my hands all over his chest, drag my breasts across his balls and up his cock and slide a couple of wet fingers into his ass.  These fingers are often followed by a tongue and he eagerly holds his knees to his chest while I do this, groaning my name and a number of things he wants to do to me.  One day I’ll peg him but that day isn’t this one.  I’m turned on that he’s being so recklessly noisy and the desire on his face is so gloriously primal.  Nothing else matters except what feels good; touching and being touched. 

I want him inside me and to feel his warm body on mine but that bed looks a little too fragile for both of us so it’s going to mean me on all fours on the bed while he stands and fucks me hard and deep from behind.  I love it when he does this and especially when he wraps my hair around his hand and pulls it so he can drive deeper and when he wallops me on my ass.  Did I say primal?  God, I love that sting. 

There’s no interruption this time, luckily as the bed is making almost as much noise as we are.  After a few minutes of this I realise my bed is our usual centre of activities for a good reason, it’s way more comfortable and cosier than this!   This bed is too low for any sustained traction but if we put down the toilet seat lid…perfect!  Wesley sits down and I sit astride him, raising and lowering my hot, wet self onto his once more rigid cock and alternating slapping my breasts side to side across his face with deep kisses as he pulls me runs his hands up and down my back and thighs. 

Our momentum builds, who’d have thought toilet seats were just right?  I bet plumbers know, saucy bastards!!  The mix of knowing we shouldn’t be here and the outrageousness of the knowing that we were sent us both over the top, it didn’t matter how much noise we made, we trusted nobody was around to hear our shrieks and moans and that made Wesley noisier than ever, saucy bastard!!  (maybe he should be a plumber…).

We returned to earth, gathering our thoughts and ourselves, I climbed off him and left a big gooey mess all over the toilet lid. “Don’t worry about that” he said, “this place is getting demo’d tomorrow, we’re building a new admin block…with a new sickbay!” 

Did we need to christen the new sickbay?  Oh yes we did!!!