Kim takes a shower

As I came out from under the desk, I found myself once again eye to eye with Toby’s crotch. He had made this stupid ploy to get me to crawl on all fours under the table to get the network cable and to blow on it. I knew he wanted to look at my ass, and Josh and I were in the current mix of exploring some of our more dirty tendencies, so I figured why not? And a small tinge inside of me couldn’t help but wonder what Toby would do while thinking about me bent over for him on the floor.

So to tease him even further, I sat back on my knees and looked up at him, holding the cable next to my face, putting on my doe like eyes as I asked “You want me to blow on this cable?” No doubt was this imagery part of his intentions.

I waved the cable around a bit. Toby didn’t move an inch. He didn’t say anything, and he looked to be quite heated, but I could tell he enjoyed the sight of me on my knees. A part of me liked being here. Being under this big dicked, nervous young man. Our tenant. Knowing how much he liked it. Wondering how much Josh would enjoy it when I told him I was on my knees for Toby once again.

Toby slowly nodded. I stopped the waving, and slowly moved the cord towards my lips, stopping a mere inch from my mouth. Never breaking eye contact, I pursed my lips and lightly, and ineffectively I might add, blew on the tip of the cord. I could see in the bottom edges of my vision how his semi hard cock twitched inside his sweatpants at the sight of me teasing him. I saw it in his eyes. Naughty boy.

Toby was looking at me in slight desperation. I wondered if he was going to drag his pants down right now and release his fath length in front of me again. Would he be so daring? Part of me wanted him to find the courage. Fulfill his needs while staring at me on my knees? Where did all this come from? What had me and my husband awoken? I was getting worked up just sitting here.

“Everything alright?” I asked. Again, Toby slowly nodded.

Seeing that he didn’t make a move, I slowly stood up and took a step back.

“I– I can take a look at your PC… I can have it… fix it in half an hour, hour tops,” Toby muttered, staring at my cleavage before staring at the floor.

I started towards the door, making sure to walk slowly.

“Get to it, big boy,” I said in an almost sensual way, giving him a small smile over my shoulder. “I’ll head for a swim and a shower, if you… need anything.”

It was just so funny to tease guys like that. His eyes went wide and practically bulged. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit at him. Toby chuckled a bit too, probably realizing I was joking. But a girl could get curious. I would be naked in the shower in the same house as him… And no one else around… Who knows what a boy might dare to do?

I didn’t go for that swim right away. I needed to call Josh. I told him how Toby had come and was fixing my problem. And then I told Josh how I had teased the shit out of the young kid by crawling on all fours in front of him. Josh was well receptive to that part.

“Really? You won’t even let me tell you how fucking hot you are? Now you show off your sexy ass, eh?” Josh beamed on the phone, ever so enthusiastic.

“Oh stop it. This is different,” I said, dismissively.

I loved when Josh complimented me, but I also hated it. He made me up to be some hot model, but I just wasn’t. I am a very casual girl. Which is perhaps why flirting and teasing with Toby was so… flattering? Yeah I guess flattering. Toby was so receptive to how I teased him. And Toby never said anything. He showed it. And boy did he show it with the thing he was packing.

“How so?” Josh asked, snapping me back.

“Pff, come on, dude,” I said. “You’re supposed to tell me those things.”

“Well, now you got two men ogling you all day.”

“‘Well’ my ass, fuck off with that,” I said. But I had to admit I was getting ever so slightly turned on by this. “I’m gonna go swim, rinse this filth off of me,” I said.

“Alright, take care. Love ya, babe.”

“Love you too.”

After a decent few laps I felt much better. Nothing like good exercise to clear your thoughts. Yet, when I came in, instead of heading to our own bathroom to shower, I headed to the one next to the kitchen area. It was just more practical. It was right there after all, and my room with fresh clothes was just a few steps of stairs away.

It was still April, so getting a warm shower after a swim was welcome. Feeling the warm water crease down my face and the beams hit my cooled skin made a small shiver go through me. Goosebumps to goosebumps, turning cold to warm. Before, when growing up, I had to save on the warm water to not drive up the water and electricity bills, but now that was not a problem at all. Even with our ‘money situation’, we still had the day to day covered easily.

Finishing up rinsing out my conditioner, I snatched the towel off the rack outside the shower half wall. I slowled dabbed it all over, still savoring the new warmth. Then I heard the bathroom door open, some shuffling and the door closing. A small groan, some more shuffling. I heard the sound of something soft touching something soft, and then a satisfied moan.

Then repeated, rhythmic slick sounds. I saw through the grained shower half wall a silhouette facing the toilet. A black t-shirt rolled up and pants pulled down. In between, the shiverings of something long, thick colored pink and purple.

Was Toby on the other side of this shower wall, jerking off? I knew I should yell at him to get the fuck out, but for some reason I didn’t. It was perfectly normal to jerk off. I was curious. He had just seen me bent over in a very flattering way, after all. It made me wonder. Was he pleasuring himself while thinking of me? Was he thinking about how my ass looked bent over in front of him? Perhaps he was thinking about how I was when I was sitting on my heels before him? Was he… imagining it would be if I pulled those sweats down and ‘helped’ him?

The curiosity mixed with my own turmoil was overwhelming. Not only was I curious about Toby’s fantasies about his hot latina hostess, but also, I just wanted to see. See how he did it. See the results my body had for him, as he pleased himself with the image of me in his mind. See how much he came while thinking about me.

Some would say it was creepy, but I found it oddly flattering. Highly flattering. The poor boy couldn’t help himself. I was after all parading around in my underwear and a loose t-shirt most days after all. When I was bent over, he no doubt saw my bra too. Shit. Did I leave my clothes out there? I think I did, in the basket.

I had to make sure. It would be a dead giveaway.

I slowly wrapped my fingers around the edge of the half wall and slowly peeked around the corner to see the basket. How he hadn’t noticed me, I don’t know. The shower wall wasn’t completely transparent being grainy and all, but it would let you know someone was in there. Perhaps he didn’t even think to look. After all, I normally showered upstairs. The straw basket was there by the sink so I didn’t have to stick out too far. Luckily, the lid was on. My clothes were hidden.

Instead of getting back behind the wall again, I did something else. Perhaps I was being stupid, but I was already so close to seeing what Toby was up to. Snooping curiosity clouded my better judgment. Instead of letting him do his business and leave him be, I inched my head even further past the half wall.

Slowly, the blurred silhouette became the real life Toby. Sweatpants around his ankles, t-shirt wrapped up on his belly, two-hand stroking his beast. It was dangerously blue-violet-ish, almost purple at the head. Toby was tugging it so hard. Stroking his mighty fat hog, groaning in sheer pleasure. Looking up at his face, I once again wondered where his mind was. Was he this turned on just from thinking of little ole me?

Then he snapped his head around and looked straight at me. He let out a loud yelp, stumbling towards the door. Not to exit, but it broke his fall.

“S-sorry! I… I didn’t think… I didn’t s-see you!” Toby gasped.

“Chill! Don’t worry. It’s perfectly fine,” I said, trying to calm the young man, from behind the shower wall. “Everyone does it. And like you said yourself, it was an accident. You didn’t see me.”

Toby still looked at me with horror all across his face.

“Really, It’s fine. Enjoy yourself. I didn’t want to bother you, so I hid a bit,” I said, trying to reiterate that he wasn’t in any trouble. Truly, some part of me wanted to see him continue.

“R-really? I’m not in trouble?” Toby asked.

“Nah, it’s alright…” I said, reaching for the towel on the rack at the opposite wall. But I couldn’t quite reach it. Not without exposing myself.

I turned my back to Toby, as he was still staring at me in his aftershock. I wasn’t shy or anything, and I kept myself in good condition. But outright exposing myself? Showing Toby my naked body? That would be too far. But I still couldn’t reach the towel, and Toby was still clutching the door… showing himself.

I guess I should’ve told him to get the fuck out but - “Toby… could you get the towel for me? I’ll turn,” I asked, playing innocent. So much for not seeing my naked body.

I knew he would sneak another peek, and now of my naked ass. The poor boy would get an eyeful of what those tight jeans were hiding. The naughtiness was such a thrill. It was so daring, but also masked. After all, all I wanted was to get my damn towel so I could potentially regain some modesty.

I heard Toby shuffle over. He paused as he reached the half wall. Yeah. He was definitely looking. I heard his labored breath. I could almost feel it in the air. How hard he got from watching my trim ass, right in front of him. Shining wet from the shower. I made sure to face straight ahead, to let him have as much of an eyeful as he needed.

Then he muttered, “Here.”

I looked over my shoulder and saw his hand with a towel. I grabbed it, wrapped it around myself and moved to step out of the shower. Toby moved back to the toilet. If he had social cues he’d leave. Perhaps he did have those social cues, but wanted to see if there were more. Or to drag the moment out. Dirty boy. Trying to see how far he could push it before I would toss him the fuck out. Against better judgment, I decided I had to tease him as I dried off behind the wall. I just had to.

“So… what were you thinking about there, big boy?” I asked, smiling at him encouragingly, with a small smirk hidden behind. Aaaand he got beet red.

“Oooh, I understand,” I said, taking a long peek at his thick, throbbing cock that he hadn’t stowed away yet. “You were thinking about Amanda!”

“No…” Toby answered, taken aback.

“Jen?” I said, tilting my head.

“... No!” Toby answered.

“Who then? Linda? She’s pretty hot,” I said, not able to hide my smirk anymore.

“No. I mean yes. But no, I was thinking…” Toby said, trailing off before finishing what he was about to say.

I stepped all the way out of the shower, looking at him expectantly. I wanted to hear him say it. But he just backed away further, almost afraid of me coming too close. He was brave enough to sneak peeks when I wasn’t looking, but when I was facing him, he was so meek. Modest. Shy.

“Thinking?” I trailed off, wanting him to finish his sentence.

“About you,” Toby muttered, finally. He was barely audible.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I–I– I was th-thinking ab-about y–you,” he stuttered, not even looking up. He stared at my feet.

“Aaaw,” I said. But he looked like he thought I was mocking him. Was I? I had my way of talking that some guys were turned off by. But I wanted to tease this little guy a bit more. I was definitely pushing some boundaries, but I couldn’t help it. Not now, when I had the confirmation I needed.

“You didn’t have to stop,” I said, turning my voice low and sensual. His eyes shot up to mine. “Like I said, it’s perfectly normal.”

“In front of you?” Toby asked in disbelief.

“You can continue if you want to,” I said. “Not like I haven’t seen it before.”

Where was this even coming from? I was getting slowly turned on by this… And it was true. I had seen it before, so what did it matter? It was something every guy did. And now. I would just… be there. Not like I was going to help him out. Physically, at least. I was just moral support.

But to my disappointment, Toby didn’t do anything. He just stood by the toilet looking at me.

“Sooo… You gonna jerk it, or what?” I asked, sounding slightly more agitated than I intended.

Quickly Toby moved his hand to the head of his cock, slowly starting to drag the foreskin back and then forth, still a bit unsure if this was okay. I stared down at it. It was truly a specimen to behold. I know size doesn’t matter, first hand, but a girl can be curious. For now, I just looked down at the thick thing getting slowly tugged a foot away from me. So close. I could feel the radiation through the small distance. Or maybe that was me that I was feeling. I felt so warm. My breath slowed, and got heavier, as I stared at him.

Toby was so turned on now too, he didn’t mask his desire. His eyes went up and down my wrapped up body while stimulating himself. He was jerking slightly faster, as he liked what he saw. Being so close to it all. Though, he couldn’t really see it. Maybe he should? He was being so modest, so polite. Maybe he should be rewarded by getting some extra visual stimulation?

Before I had even finished the thought, I dropped the towel down to my navel. His eyes went wide. He saw it all. My perky tits. Yeah, Toby liked them alright. He let out a deep guttural groan and picked up even more speed. It made me flutter inside, to see how he reacted to seeing my naked body. I knew guys his age loved big titty mommas, but he seemed to like my smaller ones just fine.

“Like what you see?” I asked in a low voice. He nodded. “I don’t have the biggest tits, only B-cups, but I guess they’re alright.”

“Th-they’re perfect,” Toby blurted out. I couldn’t help but smile at his compliment.

But if he were to see some of mine, I wanted a closer look at some of his. It was only fair. Besides, my knees were getting weak standing here. From what? Could be anyone’s guess. So slowly, I lowered myself down onto my knees, never breaking eye contact with his throbbing cock. He was getting closer now, seeing me in one of his favorite positions. On my knees in front of him, cock a few inches away from me. He jerked with more purpose now.

“Stroke it, big boy. Show me how much you enjoy seeing me like this!” I said. “I bet you’ve been thinking about all the dirty things you wanna do to me, huh? All the things you’d have me do inside that head of yours.”

He went faster now. My tits, my talk and my pretty little face seemed to drive him towards his climax. And seeing that I wasn’t stopping him, encouraging him rather, was certainly getting to him. His host's sexy wife sitting on her knees, watching him jerk off to her.

“Like my tits, Toby?” I asked, grabbing them, feeling them up a bit while I met his **** eyes.

I was so turned on now, I couldn’t lie. Seeing this shy younger guy being so turned on by me he forgot his inhibitions was such a thrill. I couldn’t help but feel so desirable. To feel so wanted. The attention, from someone who wasn’t Josh, was intoxicating. Maybe I now had a taste of how Josh had it. Girls flaunted over him. But Josh never acted on it. I guess in some ways I sort of did.

Saying Toby's name seemed to do the trick. Toby grunted and groaned. Jerking frantically as he stared at my tits. I sat back on my heels a bit and pressed the goodies forward a bit so he could see them better. Presenting them for him to enjoy.

I looked down at his cock. His head was so discolored, dangerously throbbing with each stroke. It was so erotic to see the head punching out of his foreskin so deliberately just a few inches from my face and chest. So slick with precum. He didn’t have much left, I’d say.

“Come on and cum for me, Toby. Cum for momma,” I whispered to him as seductively as I could. It did the trick.

Toby groaned out loud, his hips trembling and his breath jagged. As he clenched his eyes shut, his whole body tensed up with a loud groan, and with a violent jolt, a white rope shot from his cock and splashed across my chin. I drew my head back a bit, as the amount and **** of it startled me. I don’t know what else I expected when I asked him to cum. I was, after all, very close to him. I felt another splash collide with my tits. It hit me so violently it sent droplets all around. Another splash. And another. “Fuck, Toby cums a lot,” I thought. Way more than Josh. And all that just because he jerked it to me? Did I give him such a thrill? Man, he must really have it in for me. I looked down and saw that there was still plenty of cum left getting jerked off onto me. I moved my chest up a bit so he would hose both my boobs down properly.

It was so warm. So thick. And it was almost so white it was glowing, radiating almost. As if it spoke to its potency. My chest was completely covered in a few minutes of Toby jerking his cum onto me. Finally, he let out one final shiver, shaking his beat cock at me. Totally spent, he was panting above me. I trailed my eyes up his body, and met his gaze.

“Alright. Now fuck off. I need to clean off again,” I said. But feeling bad for how I talked to him, I turned to the laundry basket. I wanted to give him a little something, so I fished out my blue spandex boxer shorts. Guys liked that stuff, right?

“Here, a souvenir,” I said awkwardly, handing them to him. He gave a small smile and accepted them, before heading out.

I’d never go behind Josh’ back, but being bad (and being good to Toby) was such a thrill. And technically, I never really cheated. I was just there to witness it happen. And by sheer coincidence I sat in front of him when Toby ejaculated, covering my body in his jizz. I jumped in the shower and rinsed off, thinking back to what had just happened.

Josh had always been the more confident one. Was this how it was for him? Getting this sort of attention? Not that he ever did anything with other women, but I knew perfectly well that several of my friends dreamed of him. But Josh was unwavering in his loyalty to me. Maybe it was just as well I hooked him early. Lot of those bitches would’ve just dated him for his money.