Kawakami After School Fun WIP (Patreon)

Hearing the final bell of the school day almost elicited a cheer of joy from the exhausted Sadayo. Happy that her long, grueling day of teaching classes and dealing with annoying teachers had finally come to an end. She waved goodbye to her students; watching them as they filed out of the room. Seeing the last one step out, shutting the door behind them, she dropped her professional aura with a loud sigh. Her tense and tired shoulders slumping, as if she were carrying heavy weights on them. “Thank God this weekend is here.” 

She had been looking forward to this for the past 3 weeks. Not only was Shujin Academy about to enter a small little recess vacation. But she didn’t have to worry about going in for her other ‘job’. For the first time in who knows how long, Sadayo Kawakami could officially relax and have some well-deserved peace and quiet. 

“Thank God.” She muttered, walking over to a random desk and sitting against it, peering out the window to see all of the students speaking to one another. Either to gearing up to hang out with one another, head to afterschool activities, or just simply head home for the day. Kawakami’s eyes couldn’t help but soften at the sight. She honestly envied those kids; none of them had to worry about dealing with the hassle of being a grown-up just yet. What she wouldn’t give to be in their shoes again; to be young, carefree, stupid and reckless as well. 

“But here I am, worrying about when I can get a nice decent amount of sleep.” She sighed, slumping into the desk chair. “What a thrilling livelihood you live, Sadayo.” 

Looking down at the desk, she brushed her hand along the smooth surface. A wistful smile forming on her face, recalling her younger days when she was a rebellious student. And all the trouble she used to get in from time to time with the teachers and principal. Heh, she could only imagine how her younger self would react, seeing her all grown up and taking a profession; and being the very same person that gave her some much hassle back in the day. 

The thought made her giggle, “Talk about the irony,” she uttered, before humming to herself. Just then, a crazy little idea started to form in her head. Standing from the chair, she quickly rushed to the classroom door, opening it and looking out to see if anyone was around. Only to find the hallways thankfully empty, not a student or staff member in sight. Sliding the door shut, the dark-haired teacher brought a hand to her mouth, a naughty little smirk forming at the idea that was floating in her head. 

“Well… since nobody’s around~” Making her way back to the desk she was seated at. She sat down on the surface,  hooking a finger into the collar of her shirt. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest. Both excitement and nervousness welling up inside of her, a part of her unable to believe what she was about to do. “It’ll be just like old times, you can do it, girl.” 

With that little boost of confident reassurance; Kawakami started to rid herself of her clothing. Kicking off her pumps with her feet; her bright yellow long sleeve shirt was the first to go, revealing her breasts, giving a slight bounce as they were contained in a simple white brassiere. Following her shirt, she unzipped her long jean skirt, letting the clothing slide down her slender legs, before kicking them off and having them land on the back of the seat. She unclasped her bra, shrugging the undergarment off her shoulders until she was left sitting in only her panties and white stockings. Even though the room was warm, that didn’t stop Kawakami’s nipples from growing excited. Her inner pervertedness enjoying the rush of sitting all alone in a classroom stark naked. Her pussy aching with anticipation. 

Sadayo parted her legs slowly, bringing a hand to her sex; a brief moment of hesitation caused her to pause momentarily. The last bit of morality and common sense in her mind tried to reason with her that she was doing wrong, warning her that someone might walk in and catch her. Up until her perverted nature silenced her conscience, reasoning that a little bit of risk was necessary when having some fun. After all, up until recently when that transfer student had arrived; she had lived a dull monotonous lifestyle. Why not spice it up, even if it was by herself? 

The battle of right and wrong raged about, eventually ending with her depravity winning out, greenlighting her little private masturbating excursion. Shaking her head, she squashed her apprehension and slowly snaked her hand into her panties. The light brush against her clit sent a quick jolt of pleasure up her back. “Right… it has been a while since I did this.” Thanks to the two jobs, both as a teacher and a maid; it had left the poor woman extremely stressed out with no opportunities to relieve herself. It was actually one of the main reasons she had been looking forward to this little vacation. 

All play and no work made Kawakami a happy little camper. 

Leaning back, keeping herself balanced and propped up with a hand behind her, holding the front of the desk. She pushed a finger into her cunt. Her lips parting into an inaudible gasp as her slender digit penetration inside of her. Leaning back a little further, she started pumping the sole finger nice and slowly. Relishing in the feeling of her walls squeezing and coiling around it. It really came to no surprise to her, that she was this tight. Thanks to her job as a teacher; she couldn’t really recall the last time she had the chance where she could pleasure herself like this. And in terms of her job as a maid… 

“Ugh, like I would stoop THAT low.” Her nose crinkled, mentally shivering in disgust at the thought. Kawakami wasn’t stupid; she was well aware that her maid job often time offered ‘special’ services to high paying customers and clients looking to get a little more than a simple cleaning of their houses. It was secretly one of the reasons that helped get their business out there, and why she honestly hated working there. She lost count of how many times her job tried to get her into accepting one of those offers. To sell her body to someone that would no doubt be either a disgusting pervert or someone that was just looking for a quick fuck. Her younger self probably would’ve agreed to it in a heartbeat. Seeing in as nothing more than easy money and a good time. But being a lot older now, things like pride and self-respect played a huge factor in her life. Or to put it more simply… 

Kawakami was horny and stressed, not desperate and needy.