Richard Cashell whistled softly to himself as he moved along the deserted hallway of Jeckyl High School. He'd been working there for fifteen years now and he never got tired of his job. It wasn't so much that he enjoyed being a janitor or cleaning up after all the spoiled teenagers who mocked him. Richard enjoyed the fringe benefits of being a high school janitor, the chance to spy on all the sexy young girls as they flirted in the hallway or changed in the locker room. He would never touch any of the students but he definitely enjoyed looking, hell at 52 the students could have been his own daughter. Richard wondered briefly where she was, she'd left years ago with her mother and he'd been single ever since. He didn't really miss his wife too much but he was disappointed that he couldn't see his daughter again.
Richard smiled and brushed those thoughts away as he steered the mop bucket he was pushing into Mrs. Reeds' room. "Oh, Excuse me, Mrs. Reeds. I didn't realize anyone else was in the building." Richard said, startled to see the teacher sitting at her desk grading a large stack of papers. "I can come back later if you don't want to be disturbed..."
"Oh..." Stacy Reeds said, looking up startled at the voice. She'd been so engrossed in grading her English class' term papers that she hadn't heard anyone enter the room. "its okay, Mr. Cashell. You can do your job and it's not going to bother me..." She said with a friendly smile as she looked at the large black janitor. He'd always been polite and friendly to her although she didn't like the way she'd seen him watch some of the female students.
"Okay, Mrs. Reeds." Richard said as he started sweeping up the scattered scraps of paper the students always seemed to leave behind. He worked quickly, glancing quick looks at Mrs. Reeds as she sat at her desk. Stacy Reeds was one of the more attractive teachers at the school and unbeknownst to her she was the topic of many dirty fantasies of both staff and students. At 42 she was a striking woman, although she never dressed provocatively at work. Her head was bowed slightly as she perused each report, a blue pen clasped lightly between her white teeth as she read. Her white silk blouse was unbuttoned slightly at the collar, exposing slightly more of her soft flesh then she allowed during school hours. Richard found himself wondering what her husband was like as he swept the day's trash towards the center of the room. He knew what he'd be like if he had a wife that looked like that, Richard thought with a sly grin as he licked his large lips. "Wouldn't let her out of bed for a week." He mumbled to himself.
"What was that, Mr. Cashell?" Mrs. Reeds asked, looking up from the papers.
"Oh, 'Scuse me, Mrs. Reeds. I hate to bother you but I need to get under your desk for a second." Richard said, covering his unintentional slip quickly.
"Oh... sure, Mr. Cashell..." Mrs. Reeds says, trying to move her foot backward and wider to the side so he can have more room to get under the desk for the cleaning. As she moves her leg to the side, she pushes her chair back slightly, turning it so that she can still read the papers on the desk without obstructing Mr. Cashell's cleaning. Richard bent down, his broom going under the desk as Mrs. Reeds went back to her work. Glancing over, Richard was startled to see the hem of her long black skirt had ridden up her legs, exposing her bare calves from her ankle up to just 3 inches under her knees.
Richard found himself staring at her exposed legs, licking his lips unconsciously as he tried to move around so that he an unobstructed view up her skirt. "Hmm, dirty down here." He said aloud, "I'll be a couple of minutes, Mrs. Reeds." He told her as he attempted to peer up her skirt, trying to see her panties under the shadowed recess of her skirt.
"Sure, Mr. Cashell, take your time..." Stacy replied distractedly; still busy grading her students' homework. Her husband had called her in the middle of the day and promised her a romantic dinner. If she knew John at all that probably meant he'd sent the kids to their friends' houses for the night. Stacy wanted to get all the grading done so that she could focus on spending quality time with John. It had been a couple of weeks since he'd shown any desire for her and Stacy was looking forward to an intimate night of love making once she finished grading all the term papers. The position she was sitting in was causing one leg to cramp up slightly so she shifted her feet again, moving them wider apart.
Richard grinned to himself as Mrs. Reeds spread her legs slightly wider, her skirt rising up over her knees, giving him an almost clear view of her panties. His palms were sweating slightly as he wondered if he could push her skirt up any higher without her noticing. It would mean his job if she caught him, but there was something about peeking up her skirt that had aroused him like nothing else had in years.
Stacy hummed softly to herself as she flipped another paper over, scribbling a few quick notes on the cover page before grabbing another one. John wouldn't be home for another hour and she didn't want to spoil any surprise he might have in store for her. She blushed slightly when she remembered the last time he'd planned an evening like this for them, the sexy black teddy he'd given her as they sat on the rug in front of the fireplace. Pushing those thoughts aside, she turned to the next term paper and tried to focus on the student's thesis.
Richard wiped his moist palm on his leg before reaching out tentatively to grip the hem of her skirt in two large fingers. He was holding his breath as he lifted it slowly, pushing it back to reveal more of her thigh until her plain white panties came into view. Richard smiled to himself as he examined the white cotton briefs she was wearing, noting that the little lace around the legs was the only embellishment. "I'd of thought she'd wear something sexier." He murmured to himself as licked his lips. Mrs. Reeds finished reading another paper, rolling her eyes at the pretentious prose of the student before scribbling a grade and a short note on it. As she reached for another paper, Stacy glanced down surprised that Mr. Cashell was still kneeling down under her desk. "Oh, my God!" She hissed in shock as she saw his large black hand holding her skirt up over her legs as he peered intently between her spread legs. "Mr... Mr. Cashell, what... what are you doing?" She almost screams in horror as her eyes met his, his hard eyes and knowing smile seeming to fluster her for some reason.
"I'm just looking at your white cotton panties, Mrs. Reeds." Mr. Cashell told her simply, his free hand moving down to adjust his hardening cock through his overalls. "A pretty lady like you, you probably have lots of sexy panties that you wear for your husband, don't you, Mrs. Reeds? I bet you only wear plain panties like this to school but at home you dress up like a real hot tramp." Richard asked her, his voice dripping with contempt as he pushed her skirt up, until it is balled up around your waist.
"Mr. Cashell... do... do you know what you are doing??" Stacy moaned softly, her body trembling in shame, knowing that she should stand up, she should walk out of the room, she should do something. Instead she sat there, her body shaking in embarrassment as the large black janitor pushed her skirt around her waist, his knowing eyes examining her mundane panties closely.
"Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing, Mrs. Reeds. I'm getting a good look at your hot body." Richard said with a soft chuckle, resting one hand on the inside of her knee, his large calloused hand massaging her soft skin slightly. "You ever fuck a black man, Mrs. Reeds?" He asked leaning forward slightly, his face close to her leg, smelling the soft scent of soap on her skin.
"Mr. Cashell... STOP IT...!! Otherwise I'll report this to the principal tomorrow..." Stacy stammered, her voice not holding any conviction as she tried to close her legs. She couldn't stop looking into his hard and knowing eyes, her will seemed to desert her as she started to panic, "Mr. Cashell... please... let me go..."
"Now, Mrs. Reeds," Richard said calmly, placing is other hand on her thigh, holding her legs open. "You can go tell the principal tomorrow, he might even believe you. But I'll just tell everyone it's all made up, that you don't like colored people, that you're a bigot and made up some story about me to get me fired. Who do you think they'll believe?" He asked with a wicked smile his hands massaging the soft flesh of her thigh.
"No... Please... that's not me - I like you a lot and I never treat you in different ways even if you are a black... I... I... always think you are a good guy" Stacy moaned softly, her legs shaking under his caressing hands.
"Oh, you're always pleasant to me, Mrs. Reeds. You always very respectful but tell me truth, you feel dirty cuz I'm touching you, don't you Mrs. Reeds?" Richard asked, his hands sliding over the soft smooth skin of her legs, caressing up towards the white expanse of her panties.
