Kelvin sat at his desk. It was late. Everyone else had gone home, but he was in no hurry to return to his crummy little bedsit. There was nothing particularly for him there, compared to the array of expensive and shiny computer equipment around him. The servers, the spare laptops, the humming 'Tardis' with the IT connections throughout the building. He was wondering what else to do with Miranda Cullum. He had fucked her several times, come in her hand and in her mouth, even down her back. He had penetrated her bottom and left his stuff as far inside her as he could go. He had somewhat humiliated her boyfriend, not least in getting Miranda to think his penis small and needing making bigger. Should he do more of that? Should he try and bring the boyfriend under his control. He had had Joe's laptop and could easily, he was sure, get it again. Would it be amusing to play with the two of them together? Kelvin had quite liked the cuckold videos of a man having to put up with his wife being taken – screwed – by another man with a much more impressive cock.
He had quite liked the cuckold videos but was not much taken with that idea, really. Amusing enough to see Joe via Miranda's laptop with his penis trapped in that transparent extension but he was not sure he really wanted to humiliate him in person – especially as the reality was his cock was not much smaller than Kelvin's. Though, he supposed, he could program him to think it was, even be in awe of Kelvin's big cock.
What he was taken with and had not done, though, and that had been an idea from when he first ventured up Ms. Cullum's skirt – with a torch – was to see her urinate close to. It would be both interesting and... Kelvin undid his fly and looked at the eye of his penis. He knew it was childish but he still rather associated sexual acts with weeing. He wanted to wee upon her too, not just in the shower with Miranda unaware but openly. But where could be the opportunity. The office was completely out of the question. In her flat perhaps? Back in the bath or shower. That would do at a pinch but best really in the open air where it could all be done rather freely. Down by the sea, on a beach would be really the place. A nicely deserted beach in the hot sun. Nice to imagine him lying on the sand and Miranda Cullum standing over him, astride him so he could see up between her legs, and she letting go, her wee splashing down upon him, perhaps even raining it all hot down on his penis. He liked the idea of her giggling, not that she was a giggly girl, and running off. He would catch her and do the same. It might not be that easy to wee whilst struggling with her, especially as he would probably have an erection by then. Kelvin had one now – he had grown at the thought.
Nice to imagine them rolling around in the sand. The sand would stick to where their bodies had been wetted. It would be really fun if Miranda tried to wash it off using his hose. How good to be in her hand and, rather than asking him to cum, asking him to wee. The thought of her washing the sand from her breasts with his stream of wee was very pleasing. The cum could follow a little later – and then, of course, a real wash in the sea.
Kelvin could not really see, though, how he could get Miranda to a beach, and a deserted beach at that. A walk in the countryside, perhaps, on a sunny day. Nice to imagine Miranda not in shorts but a skirt. Plentiful water to drink which was a good idea on a hot day, perhaps a coffee or two to encourage her bladder to fill. The two of them out in the fields or woods, perhaps atop a hill and both needing to go.
Kelvin knew he wanted more than just to see Miranda wee again, nice as it would be to urinate together, she squatting with her skirt drawn up and him able to see it all come splashing out as he directed the flow from his penis. He would like her to hold his penis whilst he did his wee, being all little girl like in finding out what it was like to have a 'hose' to direct. 'Little girl like' in the way Kelvin liked to imagine – girls fascinated by boys' 'equipment' and keen to play games like 'doctors and nurses.'
Better still if she directed his flow onto her body, perhaps even into her mouth. The correlation between the desire to ejaculate in a girl's mouth and to wee obvious. Would he be happy for Miranda to do the same to him? Yes!
But why would she go walking with him? Perhaps the idea should remain just that, an idea, rather than be worked up into reality. Perhaps it might have remained just an idea had an opportunity not fallen into Kelvin's lap – or splashed onto him – almost the very next day.
"My Dad's PC is not working, Kelvin, and he is getting very frustrated. It's an old one."
"Perhaps he should get a new, up to date one. It'll be faster and..."
He's a bit, um, set in his ways. A bit old. He won't take to all sorts of new things. You know how you've been using Word for years and then it gets upgraded and everything is in a different place and you can't find things. It's infuriated me, and I cannot imagine how bad it'd be for Dad. Best if it is fixed. Could you?"
"How old?"
Miranda slipped across a piece of paper. She had written the details down. The processor was very old.
"Oh, that old! Well, I expect I could. Where is it?"
"At home – his home."
"Where's that?"
It was a long way away and Miranda did not think her father would be at all happy having it taken away to be fixed. She wondered if Kelvin minded being driven there and back on the Saturday. Her father would not be there. He was visiting his sister in France, coming back on the Sunday.
She looked up at him suddenly seeming a little coy, "We could... as well... if you like."
Joe had not yet returned. Ms. Cullum was clearly missing the sex. Kelvin did not hide the bulge that grew in his jeans.
"I can see you like!" Her hand reached and moulded the bulge, feeling the hardness within. "Can I?"
Kelvin looked up at the door as Ms. Cullum's hand stroked. "What about..."
"Oh, fuck Gloria!" It was an uncharacteristic exclamation.
Kelvin raised his eyebrows.
"I expect you'd like to," she said, "like to fuck Gloria. Well, I can tell her to do a lot of things but not that. I can't tell her to bend over my desk and ready herself to be fucked by you!"
Her fingers were pushing under his belt into the waistband of his jeans, he could feel them touch the very tip of his erection. It really was not the time. A too busy part of the day. Any moment and...
There was a knock at the door, followed two seconds later by its opening. In came the very young woman Ms. Cullum had suggested Kelvin might like to fuck only moments before. The hand in the jeans had been hastily withdrawn in time. But Kelvin was more than a little conscious, had Ms. Cullum got his penis out and been sucking or wanking it, perhaps even emptying it into the palm of her hand, there would have been no time to hide anything. A shocked Gloria would have seen it all.
A file placed on Ms. Cullum's desk and the door closed behind her.
"Fuck," said Ms. Cullum, "yes, I want to. We could, probably be all right, meet at the executive shower. You know where that is – the female one. In fifteen minutes? You happy with that?"
Kelvin did not actually know where the executive showers were. He was not an executive, but he soon found out. He had a schematic of the building in his IT room. It was not hard to find, a door labelled 'Shower F' in the modern wood panelling. The corridor was not one he had been in before or had need to be in. He busied himself at an electric socket in the wall, undoing the screws and making it look like he was doing some maintenance. No one came until Ms. Cullum appeared looking poised and so professional in her knee length skirted suit and high heels. She nodded at him and he followed her into the shower. She turned the lock. Outside the red indicator on the handle showed it was occupied.
The room or rather cubicle was not exactly set out for a sexual liaison. A short wooden bench, a set of hooks to the wall and a tiled shower basin with door. Ms. Cullum looked at her watch, "I've half an hour. You can make me come in that time, can't you?"
Was it a question or command? Ms. Cullum took off her jacket and hung it on a peg. Kelvin reached and began undoing the buttons of her blouse and was soon inside the blouse with his hands massaging her breasts through her brassiere. He unclipped and brought the lovely pair of breasts out into the air. He bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth. Ms. Cullum moaned as women are meant to moan.
