Juego de rol: calientes, follan en la escuela

School was out and the halls were quiet, save for the muffled moans emanating from the broom closet. Within its confines, two young lovebirds were engaged in an illicit tryst, their uniforms disheveled and their inhibitions thrown to the wind.

Lucia, the petite Latina, was perched atop a mop bucket, her stocking-clad legs wrapped around her partner’s waist. Her short skirt had ridden up around her hips, revealing shapely thighs and a lacy pair of panties. Her blouse was unbuttoned, exposing the swell of her cleavage and the black lace bra beneath.

Her lover, a strapping young man named Miguel, had one hand tangled in her long, dark hair while the other was busy exploring her curves. He groaned as he entered her tight heat, marveling at how eagerly her body welcomed him.

“Shh,” Lucia whispered, placing a finger over his lips. “We don’t want to get caught.”

Miguel grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Where’s the fun in that, cariño?”

Lucia gasped as he thrust deeper, the feeling of being filled so completely sending shivers down her spine. She arched her back, pressing her chest against his and wrapping her arms around his neck. “You’re bad,” she panted, nipping at his earlobe. “Such a incorrigible bad boy.”

Miguel chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into hers. “You love it.”

And she did. There was something thrilling about the risk, about the possibility of getting caught in the very building where they were supposed to be learning. It made the forbidden act all the more exciting.

Lucia could feel the tension building in her lower belly as Miguel continued his steady rhythm. Her hips moved to meet his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the close quarters of the closet.

Just as she was about to reach her peak, there was a noise outside the door. Footsteps and the jingle of keys. Lucia’s eyes widened in panic and she clamp her mouth shut to stifle her cries of pleasure.

Miguel froze, and for a moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. Then, ever so slowly, he started moving again, his thrusts becoming shallower, more precise as he aimed for that spot deep inside that he knew would tip her over the edge.

Lucia squeezed her eyes shut, silently begging him to hurry. The footsteps were getting closer and she could hear the sound of the janitor muttering to himself as he went about his duties. Her hearts pounded in her chest as Miguel brought his hand between their bodies, his fingers finding her sensitive clit and rubbing in quick circles.

“Come for me, amor,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Before it’s too late.”

As if on cue, Lucia tipped over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed, her inner muscles clenching around Miguel’s cock as she tried her best to stay silent. Dimly, she was aware of Miguel following her soon after, spilling his release deep inside her with a muffled groan.

The footsteps stopped right outside the door and Lucia held her breath, praying that the janitor hadn’t heard them. But after a moment, the sound faded away and she let out a sigh of relief.

Miguel pulled out of her and helped her down from the mop bucket, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “That was close,” he grinned.

Lucia swatted at him playfully as she straightened her uniform. “That’s not funny, idiota. What if we had gotten caught?”

Miguel shrugged, unrepentant. “Then we would have had to come up with a very creative excuse. Maybe we got lost on the way to the bathroom?”

Lucia rolled her eyes but she couldn’t help but smile. It was a thrill, the risk, the possibility of getting caught. It made every encounter all the more exciting, all the more worth it.

As they slipped out of the closet, Lucia couldn’t help but feel a twinge of longing. She knew that it wouldn’t last forever, this stolen moments and fleeting encounters. Eventually, they would graduate, move on to bigger and better things. But for now, in this moment, it was enough.

She took Miguel’s hand, intertwining their fingers as they made their way down the empty hallway, their hearts full and their bodies sated. They were young, in love, and alive. And that was the best kind of roleplay.