High Rise Exhibitionist Chapter One - Sex Stories

High Rise Exhibitionist Chapter One

... door swung open, it struck a small bell announcing my entry. I stood just inside the door, waiting for someone to greet me. Several minutes passed before a beautiful woman in her late forties or early fifties came around the corner from the back room. Her long flowing skirt hid her legs entirely except for her shoes, which looked more for comfort than style. While her skirt hid her legs from view, her form-fitting sweater did little to hide the shape of her bust. She had to be at least a 36 C, and her tits appeared to be firm, but that could be a result of her bra. Her shoulder-length red hair was cut in kind of a shag style with different lengths and relatively straight. As she came to a stop directly in front of me, I noticed she was covered in sexy little freckles, telling me her red hair was natural. Her eyes were a pale blue-gray and sparkled in the bright lights of the shop.

"Evening, can I help you?" she asked politely.

"Yes, I'm looking for some furniture," I replied.

"Great, what kind of furniture did you have in mind?" she said.

"Cheap!" I answered.

She smiled and said, "You're in the wrong store, sir. We don't have any cheap furniture here; we only carry less expensive items."

"There's a difference?" I questioned her.

"Most certainly is!" she said then added, "Furniture made of particle board is cheap and goes in the dumpster out back. Our stock is one hundred percent wood and high-quality, but less expensive because it is second-hand. There ...

... may be a few flaws in some pieces, but not an ounce of particle board."

"I see," I replied.

"But when I asked you what kind, I meant, what room are you looking to furnish?" she remarked.

"Oh, all of them," I replied with a smile. "I just signed a lease over at Kurtz House for a year and don't have a piece of furniture for the place yet unless an old plastic patio chair counts?" I explained.

Her smile grew wider when she realized she had a potential whole apartment full of furniture customer on her hands.

"Living room first; it can double for a bedroom for a while,” she suggested.

"Sounds like a good idea,” I said, "I put myself in your capable hands,” I added with an equally broad smile.

She extended her hand, a delicate-looking freckle-covered hand, with perfectly manicured nails finished in a sexy French manicure.

"I'm Katherine, but you can call me Kay if you like,” she offered.

I took that delicate hand and shook it slowly as I said, "Hi Kay, I'm Allen."

"Is there a missus, Allen?" she asked. "They usually want to be involved with furniture decisions."

"There is a missus, but not for much longer," I replied.

"Okay, so it's a bachelor pad we're looking to furnish," Kay suggested.

I said, "Yes, I suppose it is."

As we approached several displays of living room furniture, Kay directed me to an L-shaped sectional. It was tan and appeared to be in perfect condition. "This one has recliners built into each end,” she said. It comes with ...