Kim has some computer issues

I had no idea how I wasn’t thrown out yet. Surely Kimberly had told Josh how I had jerked off in front of her and even… the dirty girl took my cum on her lips! Yet, a few days later it seemed that everything was all back to normal. I wasn’t thrown out. I survived another day. I had no idea why Josh didn’t break my neck, but I wasn’t going to complain.

Instead, I found myself Monday morning standing outside their office once more. Kimberly was right inside gaming again. She cursed like a drunken sailor, but her body was that one of an angel. I looked as her thighs flexed anytime she was startled in the game. How she rolled, laughed and cheered on her teammates when they did good. Never noticing me. Oblivious to how she turned me on.

With Josh nowhere to be seen I decided to be more daring. Like the other day. I slowly inched my hand down to my sweats and grabbed onto my cock. I slowly stroked it while I stared at her. I was practically drooling. Dirty girl, turning her tenant on like that. If only I could see more. To see her face. To see her naked body. To see how her face reacted when I penetrated her naked body.

But I had been so close to being caught by Josh last week. Sure they were accepting, but I couldn’t be so foolish anymore. I needed to find a way to see Kimberly more.

I started setting a plan.

It wasn’t often, but one day Kimberly would finally leave the house. Mostly she only left for groceries, so it wasn’t long. Today was one of those days. I was all alone in the house for at least 30 minutes. One part of me told me to head to their bedroom and raid Kimberly’s underwear. But I only had time for one plan.

I snuck up the stairs and into their office, bringing with me a small, yet devious USB-stick. It was like defusing a bomb, laying under Kimberly’s desk shoving the thing into the right USB-port. But once it was done, the next step of my plan would emerge.

I fought the temptation of sniffing her chair, and headed down to my room. Awaiting Kimberly’s return.

It was just one hour later when I heard her wander around the kitchen cursing and complaining. No doubt did her computer not exactly work how it was supposed to. I slowly made my way to the kitchen ,trying to catch what was being said.

“I have no fucking idea!” Kimberly more or less shouted. Who did she talk to? Not that it mattered. “It just stopped connecting!”

“Everything okay?” I muttered, trying to feign innocence. Kimberly turned ot me, holding up a finger for me to be quiet.

“No! I already tried restarting the router! I’ve got scrims in one hour!” Kimberly wheezed into the phone, trying to turn away from me. “Alright, I’ll try that. I’ll call you up after.”

“You need any help?” I asked, trying to sound concerned. Kimberly let out an annoyed groan, luckily not directed at me.

“Yeah, no. The fucking internet on my PC. I’ll get it sorted, don’t worry about it. How was the University?” Kimberly asked, but only out of courtesy. She was already on her way to the stairs.

I watched that perky ass jiggle slightly in her tight blue jeans as she walked across the floor past me. I caught a whiff of her light perfume. So delightful.

“Can I help?” I asked again.

“Sure,” she answered, not really paying attention.

I of course hurried after. I wouldn’t miss walking behind Kimberly as she ascended the stairs.

“Have you tried unhooking the cable and blowing on it?” I suggested, as we entered the office.

Kimberly shrugged her shoulders, hands on her waist as she looked still thoroughly annoyed. I hoped if I didn’t make a move to do anything perhaps she would. Kimberly was a smart girl, so she took the hint. I moved a bit back to give her space. Or at least that was the pretense. Unfazed, she shot down to her knees and then planted her hands on the carpet and crawled on all fours under the desk.

From my vantage point… I could see it all. Or at least as much as her blue jeans allowed, and they allowed a lot like this. The fabric stretched over her ass magnificently. Blue did Kimberly so good. And what was that? Her loose t-shirt even hung low… I could make the color of her bra even. Jesus. I could feel my dick grow. I tried to think about something else, but it was impossible. Fuck, she would notice for sure.

“The cord is a bit stuck,” Kimberly groaned… Oh that groan. I licked my lips.

If there is a God, I shouldn’t cast aside the opportunities he gives me. I diligently fished out my phone from my sweatpants and unlocked it. Again, it was like defusing a bomb. Sweat trickled down my temple as I aimed the camera and shot a few photos for later. Perfect. In the best position too.

Unfortunately, with all this excitement my dick had grown to a slight semi. There was no way Kimberly wouldn’t notice… fuck…

“Got it!” she exclaimed and started crawling from under the table.