She can wait it out, he'll go on his rounds again eventually...

Bree swallowed as she stared into Mr. Weatherby's eyes, glued on the screen in front of him. If she just held still, there'd be no reason he'd spot her. That laptop was too bright, this office was too dark. She'd be just a dim blur that he wouldn't even be looking for.

Bree swallowed again. That hadta be right. It just hadta be.

Holy fuck this shit was good. He'd downloaded this video before he came into work this evening, and it was less than a minute in and it was already getting him rock hard! This babe looked fucking incredible in that tight little t-shirt, flirting with her teacher right there on the bus! And oh fuck yes, of course she wasn't wearing panties under those skin-tight, low-rider jeans!

Mr. Weatherby usually tried to save his "midnight treat" until at least midnight, but, fuck it, it was only fifteen minutes early. And he wasn't makin' it fifteen minutes into this video. He rubbed his hard cock through his dark slacks, glancing around. After that one night when he'd ruined his pants, he always made sure he wouldn't make a mess. He snatched up the pair of jeans he'd just found in the hall as he undid his fly.

The young-looking porn star in the video giggled as she ground her tight jean-clad ass cheeks against her teacher, the contrived plot forcing her to sit on his lap during a long trip out of town. Mr. Weatherby slid his hand into the jeans, imagining her wet little snatch waiting inside them. They almost felt warm and wet to the touch, he could almost smell the sweet scent of her pussy. As the bus pulled onto the freeway, the girl in the video reached under her lap and freed her teacher's cock, sliding it up between her thighs. Mr. Weatherby rubbed a glob of his lotion on the crotch of the jeans, wrapping them around his own cock. The girl squirmed as streetlights flashed past, her hands placed delicately in her lap, hiding the tip of the cock now pressing up against her pussy through the jeans.

Bree's eyes couldn't possibly get wider as she watched Mr. Weatherby begin to rub her jeans against his penis! With his hand right there in the crotch of her jeans, there's no way he couldn't tell they were wet! She was so insanely wet tonight...

She bit her lip as his eyes closed and he smacked at the laptop. He leaned back, hand pumping furiously. She couldn't believe she was watching this.

Especially since this was her chance! She turned, peeking around the corner, Mr. Weatherby's eyes were shut, her jeans flapping violently between his legs. She made a break for it, sprinting out the door and around the corner of the security office, behind the man violently rubbing her jeans against his penis.

The jeans she'd somehow need to get back and wear home...

She paused at the edge of his office, at the last of the windows into the brightly lit room. The laptop screen was frozen on the picture of a young girl probably about 18, just like Bree. She was on a bus, looking sidelong at rows of students behind her and lifting her hand to her mouth. Bree thought it looked like she was eating something. She was sitting in a man's lap.

Mr. Weatherby was really going at it! Bree bit her lip, letting a hand wander down, sliding her fingertips along the warm slit of the clinging cotton, feeling how far the wetness had spread along her thighs. Her jeans ride too tight up there, there's no way Mr. Weatherby wouldn't have noticed how wet her jeans were...

Bree stared harder at the screen, Mr. Weatherby still working away between her and the girl there. The man's penis was poking up between the girl's thighs! Bree was shocked, he was watching porn! And... the girl was definitely eating something. Was the penis covered in whipped cream? Bree's fingertips innocently lingering at the tip of her slit, gently teasing at that hungry little nub, she suddenly wished she knew more about penises.

"Ugh!" Mr. Weatherby grunted, his shoulders stiffening. His violent movement slowed, and Bree stepped a few windows over to see around him, realizing she was about to get her wish. Her fingers took the opportunity to slip up and over the top of her panties. They slid inside and found the warm, soft flesh beneath the wet cotton just as his penis came into view. It was poking out between the thighs of her jeans just like the girl in the video, and Bree could almost imagine herself sitting in Mr. Weatherby's lap just then.

And that's when something came gushing out. It was definitely not whipped cream... and it was getting all over her pants! There was so much of it! The girl in the video must have been eating that... Bree wondered what it tasted like.

And then it stopped, and Mr. Weatherby stirred, seemingly getting up. Not wanting to be caught now more than ever, having just watched what she just watched, Bree freed her hand from her panties and ducked down to sneak away.