High Rise Exhibitionist Chapter One - Sex Stories

High Rise Exhibitionist Chapter One

... two end tables and a matching coffee table. I'll throw in a pair of table lamps and can let you have it for six fifty.

Kay was a keen marketing person and used the living room set as a loss leader. The price tag on the set was $725.00, but she knew a reasonable price on the first buy would have me back for the other rooms I needed to furnish.

I sat down on one end and flipped the recliner bar alongside. My body settled into the most comfortable position, bringing a quick smile to my face. "You got yourself a deal!" I said.

"Great,” she replied, "Let me grab an order form, and we'll write it up."

As she walked away from me, I watched her move. Her hips swayed seductively, and the skirt couldn't hide the fact that she has a lovely ass. I'd have to find a way to ask her if a mister exists.

I occupied myself looking at kitchen sets while I waited for her to return.

"Okay, let's do the paperwork,” Kay said as she approached me from her small office.

"Full name?" She asked. "Allen Goodman," I replied.

"Kurtz House apartment number?" Kay asked.

"1215," I answered.

"Phone number?" she asked.

"I'll give you my cell,” I said. "702-555-5901," I added.

"Good, I'll keep that confidential," Kay promised.

"Age," Kay asked matter-of-factly.

I looked at her with a rather inquisitive expression, causing her to grin.

"Forty-one in three weeks,” I replied.

"Very good," Kay said.

"Pick up or delivery?" She asked.

"You deliver?" I ...

... asked.

"Sure do; we can deliver your living room tomorrow morning," Kay said.

"Great, then yes, delivery," I said.

"Would you like to pay with a check, cash, or a card, Allen?"

I answered, "I can give you a check now, or if you'd rather, I can give you cash tomorrow." Knowing businesses like Kay's liked to deal in cash.

"Cash tomorrow would be great,” Kay replied with a grin.

"How's nine o'clock for delivery?" Kay suggested.

"Nine is fine with me,” I replied.

"Great, I'll stop by about nine-thirty to make sure everything is okay and to pick up your payment," Kay said.

"Sounds good, I'll make coffee. Do you like cream and sugar?" I asked

"Oh, just extra cream." She replied with a rather suggestive grin on her face.

As we walked toward the front of Kay's shop, she became even friendlier, touching my arm with her soft fingers.

"You know Allen, I live in Cambridge Arms across the street from you. My apartment is on the tenth floor. We're almost neighbors." Kay offered with a broad smile and a quick squeeze of my arm.

This was my chance to find out if a Mister Kay was involved.

"Is it you and your significant other,” I asked rather boldly.

She smiled even wider and said, "If you consider a twelve-year-old cocker spaniel named Dusty a significant other. My husband passed away two years ago,” She added.

I apologized for bringing it up, but Kay's wide smile let me know she'd already recovered from her loss.

Just before I got to the door, I ...