High Rise Exhibitionist Chapter Three - Sex Stories

High Rise Exhibitionist Chapter Three

... trunk, grunting slightly from its weight and the awkward lifting position.

"You gonna invite us to your barbecue?" Gina asked.

"Oh, this is for my fireplace,” I added, "I don't have room on my balcony for a grill."

"Oh, that's right, twelve and up are still allowed to light their fireplaces," Gina said.

"What is that all about?" I asked.

"Well, you see, because that old bitty on 10 complained about the fumes last year, management stopped allowing anyone on 10 and lower to use their fireplaces," Gina explained.

"You're kidding," I said. "That sucks, huh?" I added.

"Sure does, I miss being able to snuggle up in front of the fire,” Gina exclaimed, causing Staci to roll her eyes back.

Her expression made me wonder who and with whom did more snuggling in front of the fire.

Staci turned and began walking toward the entrance to our building. Gina finally let go of my hand, leaned closer, and said, "We're in 923. Stop by if you want anything or want to get to know us better."

Gina turned, half ran, and bounced to catch up with her roommate. I followed behind with a box of pots and pans under one arm and a heavy propane tank in the other enjoying two completely different but equally sexy asses. When I reached the elevator, they were already halfway to the ninth floor.

As I rode the elevator up to the twelfth floor, I imagined Gina would be a relatively easy fuck, but the real challenge would be Staci. But I do love a good challenge.

I spent the ...

... rest of the afternoon and most of the evening unpacking, putting all those kitchen items in cabinets and drawers. I made a quick trip to the wine and spirits shop to stock up on my favorite beverages just in case one of my new acquaintances stopped by unannounced.

I completed my chores for the day by finally connecting my fireplace to the propane tank. With a flick of the electronic igniter in an instant, I had a romantic fire glowing in my living room. I said to myself, "No fuss, no muss, instant romance." I could hardly wait to try it with a sexy lady.

I re-heated the leftover chicken and fried rice from Friday night and settled on my sofa to relax and read for an hour or two. The combination of my relatively active day, the extremely comfortable sofa I'd bought from Kay, and a rather dull novel caused me to doze off in less than half an hour.

I awoke to a dark apartment and a light knock on my door. Stumbling half asleep toward the door, I flipped on the kitchen ceiling light and peered through the peephole in the door. I was surprised to see a fish-eye image of Staci standing at my door.

I opened the door slightly and said, "Hi, Staci."

She smiled and replied, "Hello, Allen."

She was alone and still wearing the bare midriff tee shirt and jeans she'd worn earlier. She smiled tentatively and asked, "Can I come in for a minute."

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry, Staci." I replied, opening the door wider and smiling as I added, "Please come in."

I closed the door as ...