Toby snoops a bit

While I now seemed to get all the visuals I needed from Kimberly, I yearned for her soft touch. Yes, I had the photos, both taken by her and me, and I had her underwear. But that underwear was worn a long time ago. And I hadn’t truly had any more experiences with her as Josh had come back from Indianapolis a few days ago. Though, I did toy with the idea to see if Josh would let me nut all over Kimberly’s face in his presence.

But in a more immediate issue. My body needed something from her to satisfy me. Which is how I had finally ended up in their bedroom. Or at their floor, I should say. The floors were not really separated by floors like in most houses. More like a section that stuck out from the staircase, sort of. The floor with their bedroom, and the guest rooms, were up the first flight of open switchback staircase and hovering over part of the lounge area. Outside the windows I could look both out at the backyard, pool and all that, but also down at the lounge area and what not quite easily.

Kimberly and Josh were out of the house at the moment, letting me roam the house at my own leisure. Usually I wouldn’t be so comfortable just wandering into their room in search for treasure, but given events I was getting more comfortable taking… liberties. Even if it didn’t have to be fully disclosed.

Kimberly seemed to have a wide range of clothing. Everything from splendid dresses, to day to day clothes. All ranging from high end to more casual. I knew of course she looked good in anything (and probably in nothing, honestly) but it made sense for a woman like her to have a bit of everything. But I only needed one item.

Quickly I found her stash. Or rather, her where she kept her underwear. I opened the first drawer. I hit the jackpot. “How many panties does someone need?” I thought, scanning the vastness of the big wide drawer. But I pushed the thought aside. At first I wanted to grant myself with a nice navy blue Bjorn Borg thong, but I also knew that Kimberly just owned those and very seldom used them. So my best bet was some of the spandex boxer shorts. Thinking back I could imagine any of these wrapped around her perfect booty, the fabric cutting just at her thigh and above her pelvis perfectly. Yes. A pair of boxers was the best choice. I picked up a red one.

Instead of heading out, I started to look around some more. “When in Rome,” I thought, though I was in a much better place. Might as well check their room a bit. It was overly large. It took most of this side of the floor. The bedroom itself was just one third of it. They had a huge bathroom, but I didn’t dare go in there. It was too deep into their lair, I’d never hear them come. Other than that, they had two walk-in closets. One on each side of the bed. One was Kimberly’s, the other was Josh’s I presume. I didn’t check. I only roamed the Kimberly side.

I slumped down at her side of their king size bed. It was a pretty modern designed bed, with industrial beddings and a white fur. But as I lifted her pillow to my nose, I drew in. Nothing industrial about her scent. Warm and sweet. Sexy and intoxicating.

“Kimberly,” I moaned into her pillow. A small groan followed after.

I carefully placed the pillow back, and instead went to find another pair of boxers. The ones I already had captured were for later. I needed a pair for immediate use.