A hacker's sight.

Ch.2- A mind continues


Morning broke over the STN-J headquarters with great brightness. The sun streamed into the computer room with it’s golden brilliance through a break in the long drapes that usually were never moved.

Michael had been up for the night, working on trying to find any information he could on the suppose it witch, as Amon had requested from him. He had very little luck for the most part, but he did manage to find some smatterings of data that was promising.

He turned to tell Robin that he might have found something finally. After all of these hours on line, he was pleased that he had came up with at least something for the troubles. He did not see the girl at her desk, and he was somewhat perplexed to where she had gotten to. He stood up and walked around his desk, stretching the kinks out of his lanky frame while he looked around for a clue to where the young girl had gotten to.

He finally spotted her laying on the small couch that was in a far corner of the room. By the soft sounds of her snoring he picked up as he neared, it was perfectly clear that she was sound asleep. He chuckled to himself, wishing that he had done the same, rather than pulling a all nighter with his best friend... the computer.

He got close to the girl on the couch, knowing he needed to tell someone of his findings quickly. Since Amon had not returned to the room after simply walking off, and the others would not be in for about a hour or so, by process of elimination the girl needed to see his findings right of the bat.

He stopped dead in his tracks, as he now was scarcely only feet away from the sleeping girl. He did not know what to do at that point, as he had came upon something completely unexpected, something that made him break out in a heavy sweat..

Lying on her back, the young crafter was definitely sound asleep. In her slumbering, the girl had pulled up her knees to fit herself better on the much shorter couch, and her legs had splayed open with the inside leg resting on the couch back. Her dress had slipped up past her hips, and the lad was able to see perfectly, the exposed crotch of the girl’s simple white panties she had on.

Michael felt himself starting to sweat, as he found himself staring at the thin fabric that was the only thing covering Robin’s little treasure. By the tightness of the underthings, the lad could clearly make out the outline of her vulva, even able to actually see the outer lips making a perfect outline of themselves right before his surprised gaze. By the smoothness the panties hugged Robin’s crotch, he also could tell that she shaves herself. The sweat her body had made, gave the now damp fabric almost a transparent sheen to the crotch, making the outlines very obvious.

He found himself frozen to the spot, staring and unable to make himself look away. To make the matter even worse for himself, he realized that instantly he had popped a raging erection in his cargo pants. His mind filled up with visions of that little treasure being uncovered and fully naked, open to him for the taking.

The thought of feeling her little treasure was making him sweat even more profusely. The youth could feel his pulse surging through his hard-on, as he stared at the girl’s open legs. The more he thought about the image he had, the harder the pulse got against his leg. He knew that he needed to turn away, but he needed to really focus himself.

The spiky haired lad shook his head almost roughly, finally fighting himself out of the trance he had been in. He rubbed his jaw line with a hand to keep himself from fantasizing any more.
“ Get a grip, man!” He said to himself, feeling so very embarrassed at the fact he had been leering at Robin’s opened legs, and lusting for the sweetness that was confined in the thin fabric.

He stepped closer, and discreetly pulled the dress over her legs, after pushing the knees together as he looked away. He felt better about doing that for Robin, but fought off a smile as his mind still flashed away with his sexual thoughts.

Getting control of himself finally, He then leaned over towards her face and shook her shoulder to roust her.
“ Robin...” He said softly. “ Time to wake up.”

The girl’s big green eyes popped opened and looked at him through sleepy fogged pupils, as she came aware of his presence..
“ Good morning, Michael...” She said softly, braking a small smile.
“ Good morning.” He said, feeling his face going a little flushed, trying not to have the vision he had a moment ago from getting back in. “ I think I have found something... Ain’t much, but it seems to be something...”

The girl swung herself to a sitting position on the, her eyes quickly clearing from her slumber.
“ Have you shown it to Amon yet?” She asked, even in sleepiness, politely.
“ He has not been back yet...” He said, almost neurally. “ You had to fallen asleep after he had left.”

She shook her head a little bit, a smile of almost chagrin crossing her face
“ I was so tired...” She admitted, with a small smirk. “ My eyes were hurting after reading all of those files, so I layed down to rest them for a time.” She giggled a little bit. “ Guess I did drop off... what time is it?”

Michael smiled at the pretty girl, as even in her awakening time, she was a vision of such great beauty.
“ Almost six thirty by the clock on my computer.”
“ I layed down at four... guess I was tired.” She said, a shy smirk making it’s way across her face..

She stood up and stretched a little, as Michael waited. He felt himself sweating, as she passed. Those visions his mind had conjured up kept peeping in on him
“ I will go brew some coffee for us...” She said, sweetly smiling at the lad. “ Then lets see what you have.”

She passed the youth on the way to the little kitchenette, flashing a odd look at him for a second or two, before simply hurrying herself along to brew up the strong pot of coffee as she had offered to.

Michael could smell the muskiness of the girl as she passed, and that did not help the stiffness he still had in his pants. It actually had made it become even harder, her smoky gaze she had given him had not helped either. He was glad that his sweater he had on was so long, as this could have been very embarrassing moment for him.

Michael returned to his station, hoping that getting ready to show what he had found, would stop his fertile mind from doing it’s tricks on him. It also helped that Amon suddenly appeared from the elevator, striding in with a very dissatisfied frown plastered on his squared face.
“ He’s in one of his moods again...” Michael said to himself, knowing that look the man had all to well by now. “ That says it all... Good Fucking Morning.”

His mind fluttered back to the young lady that was making coffee for them, and hoped that Amon would be more civil with her for a change. After the night before, he despised how the man had acted towards the young crafter, and wished he had the guts to stand up and say something.