Investigate the meeting room.

You move closer to the meeting room where you think you heard the bump and gasp. Placing your ear to the door, you find no sounds of people speaking or discussing - the only barely audible noise is what sounds suspiciously like muffled squealing. Intrigued, you check the doorknob and gingerly turn it, careful not to make even a creak. With no response to suggest any change, you proceed to turn the doorknob to the maximum and pull it back slightly, bringing the door slightly ajar and allowing you some peeking room. Another few moments of waiting to see if anyone has noticed, and you peer through the minute crack.

The sight before you nearly makes you perform a double-take, even as you feel a prompt strain in your pants. Seated on the conference table you spot your Foreign Languages teacher, Mrs. Tang, in a far more compromising position than you've ever imagined her in. Normally strict and uptight in her dressing and behavior, you've tended to think of the 40-year-old lady in the role of a dominatrix, but this time she's a lot more disheveled. Instead of her usual ponytail, messy strands of untied hair bounce about her deeply blushing face, twisting and turning with each jerky movement. Between her pale lips, she desperately teethes the right sleeve of her unbuttoned business blouse, trying her best to keep the soft mewling and moaning to a minimum, though with limited success.

What surprises you further is that Mrs. Tang isn't alone - as she tends to the Asian teacher's right breast, you recognize the cascade of dark red hair as that of Ms. Larson, your Mathematics lecturer. While you guess that she's about ten years younger than the married woman, Mrs. Larson couldn't be more different in how she presents herself. Typically sporting floral blouses that show off a lot of shoulder and sashaying pleated skirts, Ms. Larson could easily pass off as one of your slightly older cousins - a smoking hot cousin, at that. Several times in class, you've spotted the dark strap of her brassiere on the edge of her collar; a subtle suggestion that's helped fuel your fantasies of her on many occasions. Of course, the idea that she might already be involved in a tryst is a surprise to you, and one that involves one of the sternest teachers you know, no less.

Captivated, you idly stroke your crotch through your pants as Ms. Larson continues to pleasure Mrs. Tang; neither woman aware that they're being watched. With her pair of nylon pantyhose pulled down to her ankles, Mrs. Tang can only shudder as Ms. Larson's fingers dive into her mature depths, causing her to leak droplets of her arousal onto the patterned linoleum. Without missing a beat the redhead teacher switches her tongue over to the Asian's other nipple, temporarily causing the latter to lose her balance before she grabs onto Mrs. Larson's shoulder for support, idly teasing the bra strap at the edge of the Math teacher's blouse. The bobbing of Ms. Larson's backside, half covered by her hiked-up dress, leaves little to the imagination as to what her other hand is doing.

A sudden gasp, and you see Mrs. Tang arc backwards briefly before leaning forward; a muffled, but shrill scream barely heard as she tosses her head back and her partner's ministrations slow to a halt. Finally standing up from her knelt position, Ms. Larson gently pushes her breathless partner back before kissing her on the cheek. You have a hunch that this isn't the first time these two have shared intimacy like what you've seen, though you wonder if this opportunity will ever present itself again. You could wait for them to separate before picking one of them to go after, or announce yourself and catch them both in the act. Still, you could take a chance that they'll have another episode some other time, and prepare yourself for a future hunt armed with this scandalous knowledge...