Getting to know Charissa more intimately

It was hard to sleep that night with visions of Charissa fucking herself flowing through my head. I got up super early, unable to sleep anymore, showered, and was dressed before the sun rose.

I was scrolling through my phone when an idea popped into my head. I made my way quietly downstairs, slipped into the basement, and entered the laundry room. The house was still quiet and dark, and from my vantage point, I could see the guest room across the basement. I checked my phone: 5:40 am. Five minutes later, I heard an alarm go off in the guest room and saw a light turn on from under the door frame. Not long after that, Charissa stepped out of her room and into the basement, dressed for her morning run. She quietly walked across the basement and up the stairs. I heard the toilet flush a minute later, and then the front door opened and closed.

Wasting no time, I stepped quickly into the guest room. The bed was unmade and I immediately put my face between the sheets. A light odor greeted me, a scent I knew had come from Charissa's cooch. I tiptoed over to the laundry basket and drew out some of her used clothes. Yesterday's running bra was still pretty spicy, and I was pleased to confirm that Charissa is indeed a D cup.

I knew I had some more time, so I settled into a more thorough search of the room. Charissa's laptop was on the small desk I kept in the guest room. I opened it and was greeted with the password page. Amazingly, a small piece of pink paper was taped to her device. I typed what was posted there: "Christi4nL0v3." Boom. Instant access. I made a mental note of this password since I figured it might be repeated for other logins and navigated straight to her pictures.

There were literally thousands to view, and of course, many, many selfies. I'd need hours to sort through them all, though I was titillated to see a few of her more attractive photos.

There was only one naughty pic that I could catch on my quick scan, and it drove me wild to think about who it was for...

There was more going on with this girl than I realized, and I couldn't wait to learn more. For now, though, I had to close out the folder, put the laptop to sleep, and return it just the way it was when I found it.

The mildly naughty picture was giving me ideas, and in a fog of horniness I moved to the dresser. I opened the top drawer where I found what I expected: underwear. I rifled through her clean clothes, enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth against my skin.

And then... bump. My hand knocked into something unexpected. I grabbed it and pulled out... a very simple dildo. Nothing electronic, just a plain rubber shaft. My heart was pounding out of my chest as I smelled it. Goddamn, you could still smell her on it! I realized she hadn't had a chance since last night to wash her toy, and I extended my tongue for a tentative lick. Unsurprisingly, I couldn't quite taste anything, but I popped the dildo in my mouth anyway, imagining her pussy juices all over my face.

I wiped the dildo on my shirt and put it back where I found it. I made sure to leave everything the way it was and then, to be safe, even though I knew I had more time, I went back to the laundry room. I knew I could be patient. The summer is a long time.

I had to wait another fifteen minutes or so, but Charissa, of course, finally made her way back to her room. I couldn't see everything, and she was still about fifty feet away, but I was amazed that she left her bedroom door wide open when she got back from her run. I watched her stretch, drink some water, check her phone, and then, to my utter delight, take the hair tie out of her hair. I knew what was coming next...