“I have to switch hands, my right one is getting tired,” she explained, crossing over to my other side and continuing her manual stimulation of my erection. I wondered how apparent the relief on my face was.
Nearing the end of the hall, Tiffany and I crept past the room that girl had gone in earlier. Looking through the window, (which was luckily only stomach-low, so I could see in, and they couldn’t see what was going on below the waist) I could see said girl raise her hand as her name was undoubtedly called.
“Looks like she made it,” I said to myself.
“What?” Tiffany asked from my side.
“The girl from the hall, she made it on time for roll call.”
“Oh,” Tiffany simply replied, as we neared the school’s center, a large empty space known as the “Median Hall.” From my vantage point I could just see into the cafeteria, which was separated from Median Hall with plate glass windows and several sets of swinging glass doors.
I hoped the cleaning crew wasn’t in there today, because they’d be able to clearly see me passing through the central hall. I considered walking with my back to the cafeteria, but that would simply expose me to the plate glass walls of the main office, on the other side of the hall. And the office staff were almost certain to be present, as they were every day of the year.
Neither option seemed good, I thought as I was about to step out of the Western Wing. And with Tiffany on my side, neither seemed possible. I stepped into the Median Hall facing forward, my hard-on leading the way.
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