High Rise Exhibitionist Chapter One - Sex Stories

High Rise Exhibitionist Chapter One

As I signed the lease and handed the agent, Stephanie Peters, a check for two grand to cover the security deposit and first month's rent, I found it hard to believe I'd actually left my wife and agreed to lease apartment number 1215 in Kurtz House for the following year. I had next to nothing to put in this $ 1,000.00-a-month apartment except a couple of suitcases full of clothes, my portable stereo, and a laptop. I could have easily found a less expensive place and been happy, but now that I was unencumbered by the bitch I'd been married to for fifteen years, I wanted to be close to the nightlife of the center city.

"So Allen, will you remodel before you move your furniture in?" Ms. Peters asked.

"Furniture? You're looking at my furniture, Steph,” I replied.

"Oh really, well, I guess it'll be some time before I get invited to your housewarming party,” she said.

"Could be," I said as I shook her hand and showed her out the door.

I walked across the expansive, empty living room, slid the patio door open, and stepped onto the narrow balcony. I was lucky to get a unit on the east side of the building. While my balcony was in the shade of the late afternoon sun, the building across the street was bathed in bright sunshine. I looked over the railing and down twelve stories to the busy street below. From this height, the movement of people on the sidewalk and street appeared like tiny ants moving about. I could only faintly hear the sounds of vehicle horns from my ...

... twelfth-story perch. Opening the small storage closet at the end of my balcony, I discovered a single plastic patio chair, forgotten or abandoned by the prior tenant.

Well, at least you'll have someplace to sit tonight. I thought to myself. I expected to enjoy evenings on my tiny patio. Steph had told me the breeze up here was lovely in the evening.

I set up my portable stereo on the kitchen counter until I could get furniture for the living room. It took me only a minute or two to unpack my things and hang them neatly in the bedroom closet. "Well, Allen," I said aloud, "now what?"

I decided to walk around the neighborhood to get acquainted with my new surroundings. Five minutes later, I stepped out onto the busy street twelve floors below my sanctuary. The early evening happy hour crowd was busy scurrying to their favorite free buffet and low-priced drinks. I took a leisurely stroll around the block my high rise was in, making mental notes of where the pharmacy, the video rental shop, and a wine and spirits shop were located. After circling my block, I did the same for the block across the street from my building.

Like most downtowns in America today, I found a second-hand shop that had some fascinating furniture displayed in their window and a sign that offered free delivery. I needed cheap furniture since the lawyers had just begun fighting over how much of my income the ex would be taking, so I entered the store to check out what they had to offer.

As the ...