High Rise Exhibitionist Ch. 31

This "but' wasn't what I expected.

"Until I find him I don't see any reason why we can't have some fun together." Staci said.

I mentally pumped my fist knowing that she wanted to continue our fledging relationship.

"I'm so happy you think that way." I answered.

"There will be some ground rules which I'd like to discuss with you face to face." Staci said.

"Tell me when." I instantly replied hoping she didn't want that discussion to happen tonight.

"How does Friday evening sound?" She asked.

I was relieved and answered. "That works for me."

"Good how about I call you after Gina heads out for the night then you can come by my place." Staci suggested.

"I'll be ready when you call." I said.

"Great, I'm excited about seeing you again Allen." Staci commented.

I answered. "As am I."

"I'll call you." She said just before disconnecting our call.

I slipped my phone into my pocket then did a real fist pump. The idea of having such a sexy young tart as an occasional fuck partner excited me even if her ground rules might be a little difficult to deal with.

The parking lot outside The Crown was almost empty, a good indication that Fran and I could talk in relative privacy. I jumped out of my car and scurried around to Fran's driver's door knowing she always gives me a healthy view of her long sexy legs when she steps out. Opening the door, I offered my hand. Fran accepted then turned sideways her tight pencil skirt sliding higher on her legs giving me a chance to enjoy her shapely thighs. Missing from my view was the usual darker tops of her stockings since she had pantyhose on today.

As she stood up I noticed that she had replaced her pale pink lipstick with a richer shade of burgundy. She had added to her eye shadow and applied an ample amount of mascara lengthening her eyelashes, and had teased her hair fuller and pulled some in front of her shoulders. One final touch was that she had undone two buttons of her silk blouse providing me with an ample view of her soft full cleavage. Fran smiled as I stepped back a little. "You like?" She asked.

"Fucking awesome!" I exclaimed.

Her smile widened as she stepped closer to me wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me against her incredible body. As we hugged I was rewarded with the fragrance of her perfume which she clearly added to after leaving the office.

"I love that perfume." I said as we broke our hug.

She smiled again then wrapped her arm around mine as we headed to the doors of the Crown. Inside Fran drew the attention of several male employees of the hotel all watching her intently as we strolled across the lobby toward the entrance to the night club. Fran loves when men notice her and I'm sure she moved her hips a little more sensually giving them all something to fantasize about.

The lounge was virtually empty; one couple was sitting at the bar when we entered. Fran and I took a small table as far away from the bar as possible. I helped her with her chair then leaned down and inhaled her scent once again with my nose nuzzled into her neck.

I sat down across the table from her and said. "You look absolutely incredible."

Her wide smile confirmed she appreciated the compliment. She leaned forward and used both hands to pull her blouse open wider showing me more of her lush soft cleavage and the top of her lace bra. She said. "I wanna feel your rock hard cock sliding between my big tits tonight."

Apparently the hotel management saw no reason to have any wait staff on duty at this time because the bartender approached our table and said. "Good evening I'm Keith, what can I get you?"

Fran looked up toward the young barkeep and said. "I'd like a glass of chardonnay please."

"Very good Miss and you sir?" He said without looking toward me, instead keeping his eyes glued to her exposed cleavage.

"What kind of draft do you have?" I asked.

"All the normal national brands, but I'd suggest a bottle of Brooklyn Lager if you want a great tasting IPA from a small brewery." He answered.

"I'll give it a try." I replied.

As we waited for our drinks I mentioned to Fran that there were a couple things I needed to tell her about.

"Sounds serious." She replied.

"No but I wanted to let you know that Richman mentioned to me that there are some rumors going around the office about us." I started.

"That fucking bitch!" Fran said. "Marge is such a fucking gossip." She added.

"I assumed it was her so we'll need to be a little more discrete. Do you think there is any way she could have found out that we fucked in the lunch room?" I asked.

Keith returned with our drinks interrupting our conversation. He placed Fran's wine in front of her and took another long glance down her open blouse. "Enjoy." He said before turning and heading back to his station.

Fran took a sip from her glass then said. "There's no fuckin way she could know for sure that we had sex in the lunch room I straightened up before we left on Saturday. If she wants to start that kind of bull I'll be on her like stink on shit." Fran clearly has a greater level of distaste for her supervisor than I do.

"I guess I should stay outta that mess." I said then matter of factly added. "Richman told me that if given the opportunity he would love to fuck you senseless."

She smiled and replied. "Maybe I let him fuck me then blackmail him to fire that fuckin gossip. I could get promoted to her position."

I took a healthy gulp of my beer as Fran sipped her wine. "How's the brew?" She asked.

"Very good I'll have to ask Keith where I can buy it locally." I replied.

Fran leaned forward letting me look down her blouse. "So beside the fact that my supervisor is spreading rumors about us and our boss wants to fuck me what else is on your mind?" She said as I gazed into her supple cleavage.

I figured I'd save the story about Kay and Marshall for last so I asked. "Have you contacted an attorney yet?"

"Yes I did the protection from abuse will be filed tomorrow morning and we're drafting the divorce complaint when we meet again on Friday. He asked me to get copies of the pictures you took of my face to be added as exhibits to the complaint." Fran said.

"Good girl." I replied.

"He told me that if I wanted I could rake Jim over the coals and demand the house and all the contents. I'm not sure I want to go that route as I know for certain it would send him over the edge." Fran continued.

"I really just want him totally out of my life at this point. I can start over with a small apartment and let him deal with the mortgage taxes and insurance on his own. Probably be in foreclosure before next year." Fran said.

Fran finished her wine and I motioned to Keith to bring us another round.

I got the impression that Fran really didn't want to talk about her impending divorce so I let that topic rest. She slid her hand across the table placing it over mine gently toying with the backs of my fingers. It must have been her inquisitive nature since I mentioned it was a long story earlier in the day because she asked me about Kay before I could mention it.

"So how come you're not seeing Kay tonight, trouble in paradise?" Fran asked.

I waited for Keith to arrive with our second round and handed him two twenty dollar bills. "Keep the change Keith." I said. He smiled and said "Thanks." Then turned and walked away. I would now be able to tell her my story without fear of any interruptions. Fran sat back in her chair and crossed her legs her foot reaching my calf and started moving up and down along its length.

"You know that Kay and I have an open relationship we've agreed that either one of us can see other people if we like." I started.

"Yes I know that." She answered.

I continued my tale. "Well last Saturday afternoon Kay was in her shop and a rather large black dude came in."

"Oh boy, tell me more." Fran interjected.

"Apparently he came on to her and wound up taking her hand and placed it on his cock." I said.

Fran slid her foot up to my knee as I continued the story. "He must have impressed her and along with the fact that Ginger had asked her to find a black lover they could share Kay agreed to have a drink with him."

"Just a drink?" Fran asked.

"Let me continue, I called Kay while she was having drinks with him, she had already decided to let him seduce her so she told me she had a headache."

"So how did you find out about him?" Fran asked.

"You know I can see Kay's apartment from mine. An hour after I got home I was watching them as she throated his cock then fucked him." I said leaving out the part that while I watched I was seducing Staci.

"Okay so what does all this have to do with tonight?" Fran asked.

"Kay is going to see him again tonight and she wanted me to join them." I replied.

Fran smiled widely. "I already know he said no way." She commented.

"Actually, Marshall told Kay that the only way he'd allow me to be there was if I brought another woman with me." I said.

Fran sat back in her chair, her foot left my knee as she said. "Let me guess, I'm the other woman?"

From her tone of voice, I got the impression that Fran didn't like me tricking her into sex with someone beside me, but when I said. "Kay told me that you've sucked more than a couple chocolate cocks in your time so I figured you'd jump at a chance to savor his guy's monster. And I'll be there to watch the entire fuck fest."

A wide smile came to her lips. "You know Allen I should have figured Kay would tell you what I've told her, and to be completely honest with you I do love interracial sex. There is something different when a black cock is buried inside you." She admitted.

"That funny, Kay said the same thing." I remarked.

In the past few weeks Fran had told me a little about her sexual prowess, she admitted her sex life with Jim was boring and nearly non-existent and that she shopped at lingerie stores for a small group of special friends. Kay had told me that group included several black men. I wondered what other sexual adventures she hadn't yet told me about and decided this was the perfect time to explore her sexual history.

"We don't have to be at Kay's until eight o'clock, how about you tell me more about your sex life Fran." I said.

"From the beginning?" She asked.

I smiled and said. "It's always best to start a story with the first chapter."

Fran sat forward, placed her elbows on the table and folded her hands in front of her open blouse. "We may not have enough time but here goes." She said.

Her tale started. "By the time I was eighteen years old my breasts were fully developed, the boys at school teased me about having old lady tits so I wore clothing that kind of hid my tits." But when I was at home I didn't care and over time I caught my stepdad looking at me, not as his daughter, but more like he wanted to touch me."

I was totally engrossed in her story but didn't say a word.

"Dad treated mom and me very well; we never wanted for anything and probably spent far too much of his hard-earned money." Fran continued.

"It sounds like he was a decent man." I commented.

"He was and I loved him like he was my real father." Fran admitted.

She had more to tell. "One Sunday afternoon mom had gone shopping and I was sunning in the backyard, I had untied my bikini top so I wouldn't get a tan line. Dad came out into the yard and offered to rub some sun tan lotion on my back."

I didn't say a word, knowing where this first chapter was going already.

"His hands were gentle as he smoothed the lotion all over my back from the top of my bikini bottoms all the way up to my neck." Fran recalled.

She paused for a moment, it almost seemed as if she was reliving an ugly memory, but as she continued I discovered her memory wasn't ugly at all. "His fingers slowly began touching me where we both knew he shouldn't but I wanted his gentle touch, I wanted the tingling I was feeling in my loins to continue."

I had to assume that Fran was going to tell me how her stepdad had seduced her but she surprised me when she said. "He suddenly stopped and then said to me I can't do this."

"He never touched me again, even though I gave him dozens of opportunities." Fran said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Six months later he was diagnosed with end stage colon cancer and died shortly after I graduated from high school."

"God Fran I'm so sorry." I said.

"My stepdad was an awesome person; he never knew that in the thirty minutes or so that he was touching me he showed me what it was like to be completely aroused. On top of that he had taken a life insurance policy out that in essence paid for my college education." She admitted.

"I have him to thank for so many things in my life Allen." Fran said her voice cracking somewhat as she spoke.

I wasn't sure I wanted her to continue with chapter two but she did.

"College was totally different from high school; the boys no longer looked at me like I had old lady tits. I don't think I went more than a week without some new young man asking me for a date. I accepted more than I should have and developed a reputation as the campus slut. I fucked and sucked my way through four years of college." Fran admitted.

"That was where I had my first taste of chocolate cock, one member of the football team came on to me at a party. He was very forward with his remarks about where he wanted to put his hard cock." She said.

"What he didn't know was that I could put his rock hard chocolate cock deep in my throat." Fran remarked then giggled recalling the first time she'd deep throated a black cock. "And when he blew his load down my throat I first discovered how good a black man's cum tastes." She added.

She sat back in her chair and smiled. "I earned a bachelor's degree in finance, but a master's in sucking cock." Fran said.

"What about after college?" I asked.

Fran was on a roll and continued her tale. "After college I took a job with a CPA's office. It was while I was working there that I discovered my love and men's love of lingerie. I recall one client that I was seeing for several months ask me to show up at the hotel room wearing nothing but lace lingerie and a trench coat." She laughed then recalled. "He loved anal sex and his cock was big enough to stretch my ass wide open as he pressed it through my sphincter.

"Did Kay say anything to you about Marshall's cock?" I asked.

Fran giggled then said. "She only told me his cock is huge."

"Kay does have a way of minimalizing some things." I commented.

Fran just grinned.

"So when did Jim come into the picture?" I asked.

"Oh I married him while I was working at the CPA's office. He gave me the stability of a husband but he never had much interest in sex. Don't get me wrong Allen, at first he was awesome in bed, but over time the mundane married life had him more interested in sports, hunting and his work." Fran admitted.

"Didn't you have kids with him?" I asked.

"Oh no, Jim's daughters from his first marriage lived with us for about a year then went off to college and other than occasional visits at the holidays I don't see them much." Fran explained.

"I remember your first day at Harper Apparel, I was still married but thought to myself how absolutely sexy you looked. Those tight pencil skirts and silk blouses along with your amazing legs and the high heels you love to wear." I commented.

Fran smiled and leaned forward pulling her blouse open even further. "Don't forget these." She said.

"I knew right from the start that I was going to enjoy having you in the same office." I admitted.

She batted her eyelashes at me just before she said. "I'm always trolling for cock."

"Speaking of cock." Fran glanced at her watch and said. "It's almost seven thirty we should get going I might want to make some plans with Kay." Her broad smile confirming she was looking forward to sharing Kay's monster chocolate cock.

"I have one question for you Allen." Fran said as we walked across the lobby.

"What's that hun?" I answered.

She stopped walking and turned toward me. "Who the fuck is Ginger?"

I realized that Fran didn't know about Ginger and quickly replied. "That's another long story."

"You seem to be full of long stories lately I can't wait to hear this one." Fran answered.

As we walked toward our cars she asked. "Are you fucking this Ginger?"

Apparently, she didn't want to wait to hear the long story and her question cut right to the chase. Fran leaned against her driver's door waiting for me to answer.

"Yes I am, and you probably will too sometime soon." I replied.

"You and Kay have fucked her?" Fran continued her questioning.

I smiled and replied. "Yes we've had a threesome."

She giggled before she replied. "I think I like her already."

"I'm sure you will Fran." I reassured her knowing Ginger loves bisexual fucking.

Fran slipped into her car, before she closed the door she said. "I'll follow you."

"Okay." I replied then walked toward my sedan.

As we drove toward Kay's place I wondered if Fran would have the same success throating Marshall's immense cock. I was certain she'd give him the opportunity to bury his big black cock in her ass. I knew I was in for a voyeuristic treat in the next couple hours.

We pulled into the lot and parked next to each other, I opened the passenger side window as Fran opened her driver's side. "Jump in." I suggested.

Fran got in with me and kind of twisted in the seat her short pencil skirt riding up her shapely legs. I placed my hand on her thigh and said. "I should tell you a little about this chocolate cock."

She smiled and asked. "What's to tell?"

"This guy's cock is huge, probably the biggest you've ever seen." I remarked.

She laughed and replied. "I've had a couple that were pretty big in the past, and besides Kay already told me how huge he is."

As we talked I noticed a black Mercedes Benz pull into the lot. "I bet this is him." I said as the Benz pulled to a stop.

We watched as the driver's door opened and he got out of the coupe. Marshall looked around the parking lot, closed the door and hit the lock button on the remote.

"That's one big man." Fran said.

He was huge, at least six five with broad shoulders. His hair was cut short and appeared well groomed. The suit he wore fit him to perfection like a custom tailored suit should, his white shirt; open at the neck contrast sharply with his dark skin.

"Kay and I are gonna have so much fun." Fran said as we watch him take giant steps toward the entry to Cambridge Arms.

I reached over and placed my hand on her nylon covered thigh squeezing it ever so gently as I said. "Let's give him time to get to Kay's before we go in."

"I wish we had left the Tiki earlier, I really wanted to talk to Kay before he showed up." Fran remarked.

"Oh well I guess you'll just have to wing it." I replied.

She smiled then said. "I think I want to give him something to enjoy the first moment he lays eyes on me."

With that Fran began unbuttoning her blouse. I, of course, was drawn to the succulent cleavage she was exposing along with the creamy white flesh that oozed over the top of her lace bra.

She slipped the blouse off her shoulders letting it fall around the waist of her tight skirt. "No need for this." Fran said as she reached around her back unclasped her bra and slipped out of the sexy lace undergarment.

"That should get his attention." I remarked as she pulled the blouse up over her shoulders again.

Fran buttoned only the bottom two buttons leaving a seductive v in front, her cleavage completely exposed begging for a rock hard cock to slide between them. "I'm ready Allen." Fran softly said.