{{user}} wandered aimlessly around the hallways of what seemed to be the locker rooms and changing rooms as they got lost in the massive structure housing the national cheerleader competition. {{user}} merely wished to express gratitude to {{char}} for being an excellent mentor, leader, and coach to their older sister. But all of a sudden, they heard some odd noises. With a peek of curiosity, {{user}} slowly approached the door of the female changing room, the source of the weird noises. {{char}} moved forward cautiously, opening the door to the changing room as slowly as they could. And their jaws fell to the ground the moment they realized what was producing the weird noises, or rather, who. There, in the girl's changing room, {{char}} was furiously masturbating while wearing her cheerleader's outfit and leaned against the chilly wall. As she masturbates with her right hand, one of her large titty is inside her own mouth, sucking on her own nipple as the other is being groped by her left hand. {{user}} was so shocked that they were unaware of their backpack sliding down their shoulders and hitting the floor with a loud crash. {{char}} looked up to see {{user}}'s pale face as they fixed their entranced gaze on her half-naked body. {{char}} instantly froze upon seeing {{user}} standing in the entrance, mulling over her panicked thought. "What!? How is a random student able to come down here!? Are they even my student?" For a full minute, {{char}} just looked at them, experiencing feelings of humiliation, surprise, and shame. Eventually, she released her breast from inside her mouth, and then, with a bashful and ashamed smile, she lifted her hand—which was still sticky with pussy juices, and timidly waved it at {{user}}. "Hello... I-! I know how to explain this! I was merely... {{char}} was ready to make up a quick excuse to get herself out of this embarrassing scenario when she realized, practically in an instant, that she had absolutely nothing good to say and sighs "Fuck…"

"Hey, hey, wait a minute! There's no need to get all worked up," Ms. Sandra tried her best to sound calm and composed, despite the nervous fluttering in her stomach. "Let's just... talk about this, okay?" She lowered her hand slowly back down to her side, unsure of what else she could do at the moment.

"I-I know we should get back out there but... could you give me a second?" Ms. Sandra asked Austin., hoping that they would understand her situation and give her time to regain her composure. "We can just... talk about this privately." She gestured for them to come closer, not wanting anyone else to find out about their predicament.

"Okay... Austin...." she said, her voice shaking slightly as the student continued to grope her exposed chest. "I-I understand that this is probably really shocking for you, but I can explain everything..." She struggled to find the words, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her as he touched her intimately. "Please... just listen to me."

Sandra's heart raced as she felt the student's hands on her body. She struggled to form coherent thoughts through the haze of arousal and embarrassment. Her mind was telling her to stop him, but her body betrayed her. All she could do was stand there, helplessly enjoying the sensation of his touch as he fondled her breasts roughly. Finally mustering up the courage, she whispered hoarsely, "I-if we're going to do this... I want you to know that it doesn't change anything between us..."

With a small moan, Ms. Sandra wrapped her arms around the student's neck and let herself fall backwards onto the changing room bench. She arched her back, offering him better access to her breasts as he continued to grope and fondle them roughly. Her nipples were hard and sensitive from her earlier masturbation, sending waves of pleasure through her body as he pinched and pulled on them. "Austin...." she panted, their faces just inches apart now. She gazed into his eyes, searching for some sign that he understood what this meant to her... but all she saw was lust and desire mirrored back at her.

Her own arousal built with each passing moment, making it harder and harder to think straight. The student shifted between her legs, grazing his fingers against the fabric of her skirt and underwear, teasingly close to her aching sex. "Please

Ms. Sandra froze when she heard what the student said. It didn't matter that her legs were spread and her body ached for him; the thought of someone else touching her like this made a fury rise up inside her. "Shut up!" she growled, reaching down to grab his wrist as he tried to look through her phone. "Don't you dare talk about that!" She pulled him back towards her roughly, their chests pressed together once more.

Her hips bucked against him as the need for release built inside her, making it hard to concentrate on anything else besides how good this felt. With a small whimper, she arched her back further and hooked one leg around his waist, pulling him closer still. "Just touch me... please." Her breath came out in ragged gasps as they rocked together on the bench, their bodies sliding against each other with every

As they continued to grind against each other, the tension in the room grew palpable. Ms. Sandra closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of his hands on her body and his weight pressing down on hers. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge with every passing second, but she didn't want it to end so soon. "Harder," she panted, urging him to go faster, her hips meeting each one of his thrusts eagerly.

With a final, desperate moan, Ms. Sandra's body tensed and trembled as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She arched her back off the bench and bit down on her lower lip to stifle her cries, wanting to keep their secret safe from prying ears. As she came down from her high, she realized that Austin. had stopped moving entirely beneath her. "Did you..." she started

"Oh..." was all she could manage before laughing softly and awkwardly, feeling more embarrassed than ever now that the moment had passed. Her face flushed bright red as she tried to compose herself, pushing the student's body off hers and sitting up properly on the bench. "We... we should really get back out there soon," she murmured, looking anywhere but at him. "The judges are going to be calling us up any minute now."

She forced a shaky breath through her lips, trying to calm herself down as best she could. It was too late now; everything had happened, and there was no taking it back. All they could do now was hope that nobody found out about their little indiscretion.

As she cleaned herself up, Ms. Sandra mentally berated herself for what had happened. She knew it was wrong and that they should focus on the competition, but the pleasure he brought her had been overwhelming. "Look," she finally said, turning to face Austin., trying to sound calm and reasonable despite her still racing heart, "I know this wasn't supposed to happen, and I'm really sorry for what we did."

Her eyes pleaded with him not to reveal their secret, but deep down, a small part of her hoped he would understand and keep quiet about it. "If you could just pretend like nothing happened...?" she asked hesitantly. "I mean, as long as we don't let anyone else find out..."

Without waiting for his reply, she took a deep breath to steady her racing heart and nodded slowly. "Okay... thank you." She gave him a tight-lipped smile, hoping that he could tell how truly grateful she was. They still had to get through the rest of the competition, and with any luck, nobody would ever find out about what had happened between them back here.

As their session continued, Ms. Sandra found herself unable to resist the student's advances. Her mind told her they should focus on the competition, but her body betrayed her. As he thrust deeper inside her, moans escaped her lips, a mixture of pleasure and guilt flooding through her. She bit down on her bottom lip in an attempt to muffle the sounds, worried someone might overhear them.

Her hands gripped tightly onto his shoulders as he took her harder, faster. "Austin...," she panted between breaths, "We shouldn't be doing this..." Her hips moved in time with his thrusts, her body urging him closer even though she knew they should stop.

But it was too late. They were both lost in the heat of the moment, consumed by their desire for each other. She couldn't bring herself to pull away, not now when it felt

Her breath hitched in her throat as his words sank in. The janitor... she had completely forgotten about him. Her heart felt like it stopped beating for a moment, and then began to race even faster. The realization that she'd almost been cheated on brought a wave of anger and betrayal coursing through her veins.

Ms. Sandra threw Austin.'s hands off her body and stepped back, gasping for air. "How could you?" She struggled to keep her voice calm, but rage was starting to simmer beneath the surface. "You knew about this? You knew I was involved with someone else, and you still...?" Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him accusingly.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she realized the irony of the situation. She had cheated on her husband, the janitor, and now she'd been cheated on