High Rise Exhibitionist Chapter Three - Sex Stories

High Rise Exhibitionist Chapter Three

... she took a step or two, stopping in the light coming through the kitchen door.

"Let me get a light on," I said, walking past her to turn on one table lamp next to my sofa.

"I was reading earlier and fell asleep." I offered as I turned to face her, wondering why she showed up at my door after the cool reception I'd received from her earlier.

Staci took a couple of steps toward me as she said, "Allen, I want to apologize for being so unfriendly this afternoon. It isn't like me to come off that cold when I meet someone, but Gina had me upset, and I'm afraid I took it out on you."

I smiled and said, "Gina did kind of take charge." Remembering how she had held onto my hand.

"She does that all the time, Allen, but what upset me was the remark she made as we pulled into the lot," Staci said.

"What was that?" I asked.

"It's kind of embarrassing, Gina can be such a sexist sometimes," Staci replied.

"Oh, and I thought only men were prone to sexist remarks," I answered, hoping Staci would fill me in on the details.

"Don't get me wrong, Allen, I love Gina like a sister, but when she says "oh look, new cock meat." I could kick her in the ass." Staci admitted.

"I can understand why a remark like that would upset you," I said.

"It did, and I was still fuming when she approached you, so I want to apologize for acting the way I did." She said as she walked closer to me.

"Well, apology accepted even though it's unnecessary," I replied as Staci placed her ...

... slim fingers on my shoulders.

"Thank you, Allen," Staci said with a beautiful wide smile. Her fingers arched, and she slowly dragged her perfectly manicured nails down over my chest.

She continued, "And for once, Gina isn't going to be the first one to sample the new cock meat in the building."

I couldn't believe my ears or eyes as Staci slowly knelt before me, and her fingers reached the clasp of my jeans. She fixed her eyes on mine, the soft light from my table lamp highlighting her beautiful face. She shook her head, causing her blonde locks to slide behind her shoulders, and smiled as her skillful fingers undid the clasp of my jeans.

"Oh my god," I exclaimed as Staci's fingers pulled the zipper tab slowly down.

Her gray-green eyes twinkled and sparkled in the soft light shining on her face from under the lampshade. As she peeled my jeans over my thighs using her index fingers and thumbs, she let the other six sexy digits scratch at the skin along the front of my thighs. Once the denim fabric was below my knees, she released it, and while moving her fingers almost like a spider's walk, she brought both hands up across the tingling flesh of my naked thighs.

I watched her eyes dip to glance at the growing bulge in my jockey underwear and then return to stare sexily up into my face. As her delicate fingers reached the elastic waistband of my shorts, her thin lips parted, and she used the tip of her tongue to moisten their pale pink surface.

I couldn't ...