High Rise Exhibitionist Ch. 42
"Would you like a cup of coffee," Kay whispered after kissing my cheek, waking me from a deep sleep.
I opened my eyes; Kay was already dressed and was holding a coffee mug. "Morning lover, I've got lots to do today," she said.
"Thanks, Hun," I answered as I sat up and slid back against the headboard.
After handing me my coffee, Kay turned and headed for the door. I thought it somewhat odd that she didn't want to cuddle for a little, but apparently, she was a woman on a mission.
I slid out of bed, pulled my underwear on, and followed her to the living room. "What have you got going on today?" I asked.
She smiled and replied, "I'm meeting with a supplier this morning to talk about merchandise I want to stock when Junk to Jazz reopens, and I need to get a few things for tonight."
"Oh, okay," I answered, wondering what things she'd need for her seduction of Mike Greth.
"You can shower here if you like," Kay suggested.
"I'll probably get dressed and shower at my place since I need some fresh clothes for work," I answered.
Okay, I'm gonna head out lover. Lock the door when you leave," Kay said after giving me a quick hug and kiss.
Before she left, I showed Kay how to start the GoPro using the record button on the remote. All she'd need to do is press that button before Mike came in.
I headed to my place, showered and dressed quickly, but pulled into the parking lot a few minutes late. Fran's car was not in her space, and when I walked into the office, Janice announced, "Fran called in sick today." I wondered if she was really sick or called in for some other reason.
Without having Fran to flirt with, my day went very slowly. I met with two sales reps who came in to turn in their orders from the previous day, made a few phone calls, and watched the clock, knowing that tonight would be something exceptional. I was looking forward to spending the evening and most likely the night with Ginger and watching Kay's exhibitionist show with Mike Greth.
About three o'clock, I decided to give the sultry Ms. Ashcroft a call on her cell number.
"Ginger speaking can I help you?" she said, answering my call.
"Hey sexy, I'm hopeful you can help me," I replied.
"Allen, I was expecting your call. What can I do for you?" Ginger asked.
I explained, "I've been sitting here in my office thinking about that tight sexy little body of yours, and now I've got a raging hard-on."
She giggled, then suggested, "I guess I could tell you about all the nasty things I'm planning for tonight, and you could jerk off."
"My office isn't as private as yours. If I did that, someone would definitely see," I answered.
"So, if I told you I can't wait for you to eat my tight, little cunt later, or fuck my wet mouth I suppose that won't help?" she said, then giggled again.
"You're not helping one bit, Ginger," I replied.
"Maybe you could just rub your big, hard cock through your pants while I tell you I can't wait to feel it slide deep inside me," she suggested.
I laughed and answered, "I'd have to walk around here the rest of the day with a wet spot on my pants."
"Well, hun, it doesn't look like I can help you at the moment, but keep that thought and the raging hard-on so I can show you just how helpful I can be when I get to your place later." Ginger said.
"I appreciate your effort; speaking of later, Kay is meeting with Mike Greth at eight," I remarked.
"I have my overnight bag in my car. I'm planning on leaving here and coming to your place from work. I expect I'll be there around six-thirty." Ginger said.
"Would you like me to order some food?" I suggested.
"Nope, the only thing I want to eat is that big piece of meat between your legs, it's been far too long since I was able to savor the taste of your hard cock and the thick, creamy sauce it dispenses," she remarked.
I liked the idea of Ginger's al la carte menu for dinner, wondering if she'd sample what she clearly wanted most before Kay's show started.
"I'll look for you around six-thirty, hun," I said.
Ginger giggled and replied, "You can look, but I won't let you touch."
She ended our call without expanding on her remark.
"I'm gonna cut out a little early," I said to Janice as I headed for the elevator about four-thirty.
"Have a good evening," she replied, not having a clue just how good an evening I was counting on.
I wanted to offer Ginger something to go with her dinner, so I stopped at the wine and spirits shop and picked up a bottle of champagne. She'd be able to sip some bubbly while slurping on my cock.
I arrived at my place about five-fifteen; Ginger wouldn't get there for another hour or so; I put the champagne in the refrigerator and jumped in the shower after shaving my five o'clock shadow. Since Ginger and I would be hunkered down for the night, I decided to dress casually. I saw no need for underwear and slipped on a pair of khaki slacks and a dark blue pullover sweater.
I had some time before the sultry Ms. Ashcroft's arrival and stepped out on my balcony for a smoke. Glancing across the street, I noticed that Kay's sliding door was open, the full-length curtains fluttering in the late afternoon breeze. I was sure she was preparing for her night with Mike Greth, and my anticipation of what we'd planned began to build.
Ginger's lifestyle calls for promptness, and at precisely six-thirty, she knocked lightly on my door. I opened the door and invited her in, saying, "Evening sexy."
She was holding an overnight bag in one hand, and her purse dangled off the other shoulder. "I've been thinking about tonight all day," she remarked as she stepped deeper into my apartment.
Ginger was dressed in an ultra-conservative gray striped businesswoman's suit, with a light gray cotton blouse beneath the jacket which she'd unbuttoned. Her slacks had a razor-sharp crease down the front, but toward her hips, they appeared somewhat wrinkled, the result of sitting at her desk most of the day.
She moved closer to me and gave me a friendly hug with one arm. The aroma of her perfume wafted into my nostrils, foretelling what she'd planned for my seduction later.
"You look incredible, and I love your perfume," I remarked as she stepped backward from where I was standing.
"Thank you for the compliment, but I would like to freshen up. Can I use your bathroom?" She asked.
"Of course, let me get you some fresh towels," I replied, assuming she wanted to shower.
She turned and as she walked past the end table beside my couch placed her purse there. I didn't move immediately, instead enjoying and refreshing my memory of how sexy her steps look and the sway of her lovely little derriere.
I gathered a couple of clean towels and knocked lightly on the bathroom door, reaching for the doorknob as I knocked. Ginger had locked the door. I waited for a moment until it opened and her sexy hand slipped through the opening. I wondered what ideas she had that would cause her to lock me out.
"How long before Kay's show starts?" Ginger asked.
I glanced at my watch and replied, "About sixty minutes."
"Okay, thanks," she answered as she closed and locked the bathroom door again.
I walked back into the living room, sat down on my couch, and waited patiently for Ginger's return. The anticipation of what I suspected would occur built, and I became anxious to see how the seductive, sultry Ginger would dress to seduce me. I heard the shower turn off but knew my wait wasn't nearly at an end. Another twenty minutes passed, and I became worried that Ginger would miss the start of Kay's seduction. I called out to her, "You're gonna miss the beginning." The door to the bathroom opened a little, and Ginger replied, "Just a few minutes more."
I had already powered up my big screen and adjusted the settings to receive a streaming video, the blank screen confirming that Kay had not yet pressed the play button on the GoPro's remote.
Accurate to her word, a few minutes later, the bathroom door opened. I, of course, turned my attention toward the doorway. "OH MY GOD!" I exclaimed as she stepped into the hall.
Ginger had chosen a skin-tight, black satin corset; the stiff bone stays buried inside the fabric hugged her torso very tightly. Her petite tits oozed above the satiny top of the garment, and below satin stocking straps extended down over her creamy white thighs, grasping dark silk stockings. A matching black satin thong covered her loins, and she wore perhaps the highest stilettos I've ever seen her wear.
"Holy Cow," I remarked as she started toward where I was seated.
As she walked, she drew the fabric of a black diaphanous robe from behind, covering her incredibly sexy lingerie. She came to a stop in front of me as she twisted the belt of her floor-length robe tight around her waist.
"How's this?" Ginger asked with a sexy grin on her lips.
As my eyes moved up from those stunning stilettos along her lean, shapely legs and over the ultra-tight corset, I remarked, "Fuckin incredible."
Ginger pirouetted on her heels showing off the arrow-straight seams along the back of her legs, and even though the transparent fabric of her gown, her lovely ass showed perfectly. The milky white flesh was interrupted only by the thin black satin strips holding her stockings in place.
I forced my eyes up to her face. Ginger's hair was still wet, drawn tightly along her scalp, and held in place behind her head with a diamond-encrusted hairband. Her eyes, those hypnotic emerald green eyes, were enhanced with a lovely shade of pale green shadow. She'd applied enough mascara to give her lashes a long, sensuous appearance, and her luscious lips were painted with bright red gloss outlined with a deeper ruby red color.
"God damn, Ginger," I said while taking in her entire seductive appearance.
"Do you like my earrings?" She asked.
I almost hadn't noticed her jewelry, each ear was adorned with a three-inch-long dangling diamond earring, and a matching choker surrounded her sexy neck.
"They're lovely," I remarked.
