It was quite a different woman who strode through the office's reception the next day with a curt 'good morning' to the receptionists. She included Kelvin in the sweeping pleasantry. There was not even a smile for him despite him having made her come twice the night before, not a smile from those lips that had said rather sexual things to him, nothing to recognise they had been naked together for a long time the night before and he had ejaculated both within her and right down her front.
Kelvin left Ms. Cullum alone for a few days, at least physically, but messages went to her via his program. He had his plans and he was not surprised to hear Gloria's voice on his telephone summoning him. "You're not going to believe this, Kelvin, but Ms. Cullum has computer problems again."
Ms. Cullum looked up when he knocked.
"Close the door. I've been thinking about what you said about not knowing what my boyfriend watches when he masturbates - if he does."
Kelvin nodded. He knew she had been thinking about that. It had, no doubt, become a nagging thought in her mind, a question she wanted answering. He had, after all, put that thought into his program for her. In her usual direct way, she went straight to the subject. He stood in front of her desk, standing rather straight as people tended to when she was speaking to them. She was looking very nice with a set of pearls around her neck and wearing a rounded white buttonless top under a dark grey pinstriped jacket. He could not see if she was wearing skirt or trousers. He suspected the former.
"I think all men do and most women." He replied. "You do, after all." He had both seen her 'material' and it was also what he had read and researched.
"That's my own business."
"Well, I have seen, Ms. Cullum, when I was repairing your PC."
"Oh... yes. It's working fine now."
"Good, I am pleased."
"I just wonder - is there something I should be doing that he would like? You know these things being an IT and Sex technician. I wondered if you could find out for me. Look in his laptop only... I don't see how to borrow it without him knowing."
"Does he bring it to your flat?"
"Yes,"
"Well, I could borrow it then, whilst you sleep perhaps and check for you."
"Could you?" She frowned, "How?"
He could, and armed with a spare key, two nights later at 1.10 in the morning, Kelvin in dark clothes, ever so carefully and quietly, opened the door to Ms. Cullum's flat and crept in. He was not breaking and entering, quite the opposite as he had a key, but his heartrate was certainly up. He knew the flat's layout but, even so there was the risk of being caught, not by Miranda Cullum but her boyfriend. He listened and could hear breathing, steady breathing, even a hint of a snore coming from the bedroom. There was a bit of light from a dimmed table lamp over by the bedroom. It was enough for Kelvin to move around by. He would not need the torch he had brought - the very one he had used to inspect Ms. Cullum's pudenda and had even pushed inside her.
Upon her desk, next to her own PC, sat an unfamiliar laptop. It was clearly the one. Had they perhaps worked side by side or, perhaps, masturbated side by side just as he had done with Ms. Cullum looking at its screen? He would like to have seen that.
The thought of a, probably, naked Ms. Cullum prompted Kelvin to see if he could peak inside their bedroom. Just to take a peak. Perhaps she might be lying there with sheet half thrown back and those big breasts on display; perhaps it might be fully thrown back and him able to see again her red bush or smooth, rounded bottom; if so he might well see the boyfriend naked as well. Kelvin had not seen a naked couple. Perhaps the boyfriend might be having a sleep induced erection. Again, Kelvin had not seen a couple together with the man like that. Perhaps Ms. Cullum's hand might even be near or upon it. He had of course seen holiday photos of the couple but the prospect of seeing for real was intriguing, even exciting.
Unfortunately, it was dark inside the bedroom and he could see nothing through the crack of the door. A noise prompted him to scuttle into the dark recesses of the living room and hide.
The bedroom door opened. Kelvin's heartrate was fast. Had he made enough noise to wake Ms. Cullum or the boyfriend? Ms. Cullum would not matter but the boyfriend most certainly would.
Whether he had made too much noise, or it was simply a call of nature, out into the lamp's light came the boyfriend. He was unconcernedly erect as he rather shuffled in the direction of the bathroom, clearly on a mission to relieve himself. He returned a minute or so later without the erection, did not at all glance in Kelvin's direction and disappeared back into the bedroom.
Kelvin was relieved. He was also quite pleased to have seen the boyfriend's erection, to have seen for real, in the flesh, what another man looked like and to confirm that it was, probably, not quite as big as his. He liked the idea his was a better size for Miranda, that she had a better time with his penis. He could, he knew, program her through her PC so she only came with the 'right' size cock - his, not the boyfriend's. But that would be so unfair if he had a car accident or something: Miranda never able to quite reach orgasm unless, of course, she found another man with just the right size erect penis or used a dildo to the right specification. It would be unfair on her.
Perhaps he should have a replica of his erection made so Miranda could use that. The idea pleased him of she not coming off with the boyfriend's penis but then reaching into her bedside drawer and pulling out the facsimile and working herself, as the boyfriend watched, to a satisfying orgasm. The mock penis sloshing away as she pushed it in and out of herself, making obscene, wet noises with her lubrication and his recently deposited semen. The boyfriend having deposited but Kelvin's penis making her come.
The thoughts were stimulating. Kelvin released his penis even though he knew he should just be grabbing the laptop and exiting the flat. If only he could go into their bedroom now. The evidence of the boyfriend's recent erect walk was against it, but if he could go into the bedroom and they did not wake; say he had been able to give them both a strong sleeping draught opened possibilities. The idea of going in, turning on a bedside light and enjoying the sight of naked Miranda - or enjoying removing nightie or pyjamas - and then fucking her warm, sleeping form whilst her doped boyfriend slept on beside her had considerable appeal. He did not mind whether they had fucked or not before they slept. The idea of adding to the cum already inside her did not, he found, worry him. It did not make him feel squeamish.
He was sure they were both asleep. He had the rather unwise idea of taking off all his clothes and walking, just as the boyfriend had done, up to the bedroom door naked and erect, standing there wanking whilst listening to Miranda's breathing and imagining going in and being able to touch and do all sorts of things to her whilst neither of the occupants of the bed awoke.
It was an imprudent idea and not one he executed, but he only tucked his erection away after picking up the laptop and just before letting himself out of the door. It had all been a bit of a strange thrill, but sex is like that. What thrills one man (or woman) may have no effect on the next.
Three hours later at 4.20, Kelvin quietly opened the flat door again and listened. He was in and out in seconds leaving the now 'cracked' laptop where it had been. The 'job' had been done and Kelvin went home to sleep. Clever as he was with computers it had not been the most difficult password to crack - 'M1randa.' He had been more than a little amused to have found what Ms. Cullum's boyfriend really liked to look at on his laptop in private: back door pictures! Yes indeed, girls with a penis sometimes very obviously, sometimes less obviously, in the 'wrong hole.'
Kelvin reported back to Ms. Cullum, having made an appointment with Gloria. He was fitted in at the end of the day. Quite late in fact. Gloria was just leaving,
"Just knock and go in."
Ms. Cullum was sitting at her desk working. She did not look up at first.
"Oh, it's you, well?"
Even though he knew his program made talking about such things not only acceptable but welcome to the busy accountant, Kelvin felt a little nervous at just starting to talk about sexual matters let, alone anal intercourse.
"It's about that laptop..."
"Which one?"
"Your boyfriend's. You, err, asked me to check it."
"Yes?"
"I established what the data was."
"Yes?"
