"Hello? Maintenance. Anyone still in here?"

A male voice. Older. The janitor making his rounds.

I stayed perfectly still, bent over Isla, my hand still covering her mouth, my dick throbbing inside her. We were partially hidden by the podium, but if he came down the stairs, if he walked past the first few rows—

"Lights are still on," the janitor muttered to himself.

I felt Isla's heart hammering against my chest. Felt her breath coming in short, panicked gasps against my palm. Felt her pussy clench around me, and Christ, she was getting wetter, turned on by the danger of it.

Footsteps on the stairs. Coming closer.

Every muscle...