High Rise Exhibitionist Chapter Four Part 1 - Sex Stories

High Rise Exhibitionist Chapter Four Part 1

... so nice, Allen." Kay whispered.

She slowly let her hands slide from my shoulders and again slipped one arm around mine as we stepped from the elevator and walked the short distance to her apartment door. It was decorated with a small wreath and, in the middle, a brass plate that said, "K. Dunlop."

Kay opened her purse, and after I noticed she had the key ready, I reached for it and took it from her hand. I inserted it and turned the deadbolt, pushing the door open and turning sideways. I motioned for Kay to enter as I said, "After you, Ms. Dunlop." I smiled at her as she released my arm and stepped inside.

"A perfect gentleman, you're scoring points big time when you treat me that way," Kay said.

We were greeted by Kay's cocker spaniel Dusty, a very well-behaved pet who demanded only a moment or two of Kay's attention before she turned and returned to her doggie bed by the French doors leading to Kay's balcony. Dusty settled down in the warm stream of late afternoon sunlight shining on her bed and drifted back off to doggie dreamland.

I handed Kay her key as I followed her inside and closed the door, turning the deadbolt to lock the door.

"Kay, you're such a classy woman; you deserve to be treated with the utmost respect." I offered.

She smiled widely and said, "Very smooth, Mr. Goodman, very smooth indeed."

Kay tossed her key into the crystal dish on the small table just inside and placed her purse on the chair beside.

"Welcome to my home, ...

... Allen." She said, motioning for me to enter further into this private part of her life.

Kay's apartment is immaculate. I felt as though I had walked into a feature from Better Homes & Garden. Every piece of furniture matched or complimented another. Beautiful pillows and afghans were perfectly placed on the appropriate sofa, loveseat, or chair. The walls were painted in a neutral color, more to highlight the oil paintings and numerous numbered prints adorning them than to bring out the color of the walls. Across the living room, a large mantle above the fireplace held framed photos of those people dearest to Kay, and the firebox below held a brightly shined brass grate that cradled a unique basket and very realistic-looking artificial plant arrangement. The wood flooring shined nearly as brightly as her lovely eyes and served to highlight oriental area rugs under each furniture grouping. Kay's retreat from the hustle and bustle of the city ten floors below emulated her love of the finer things in life and gave me a feeling of being welcome.

"Kay, your home is so beautiful," I remarked.

"Thank you, Allen. I've spent several years decorating my apartment to match my personality. I'm glad you like it,” Kay replied as she approached me.

She smiled as she took my hands and said, "You see, Allen, if you appreciate my home, it tells me you'll appreciate my personality since they are almost identical."

"Not only do I appreciate both, Kay, but I'm a little envious since my ...