Since my afternoon was now freed up, I decided to give Kay a call and find out when she'd be available for me to stop by and set up the GoPro. I pressed her contact on my cell phone and waited for her to answer. It rang three times and I was expecting to get her voice mail when she answered the call. "Hi Allen," her words sounding somewhat labored.
"Hiya Kay, are you okay?" I said.
"I'm a little out of breath, I had to run from the front of the store to the stockroom to grab my phone," she answered.
"Sorry about that, you could have let my call go to voice mail and called me back," I said.
"I might have if I knew it was you calling," she replied.
"So, what's happening at the store?" I asked.
"I had a busy morning, the auctioneers came by to pick up the last of my stock that is going to be auctioned off, and I had a call earlier this afternoon from Mike Greth which is why I was running to get to my phone," Kay explained.
"Are we still on for tomorrow night?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, Mike feels it would be better to review his plans here so he can point out the changes he's suggesting," Kay answered.
"Oh shit," I said knowing that capturing her planned seduction in the store would be difficult if not impossible.
"I gave him a song and dance about not wanting to spend any more time here than necessary, and said I'd understand the changes without actually looking where he's planning on moving things around," Kay said.
"Okay, so why was he going to call you back?" I asked.
"I suggested that he bring a copy of the drawing of the store as it is now, and we could refer to that when looking at his other plans," Kay continued.
"That should solve the problem," I replied.
"I thought so too, but Mike said he'd have to make a scale drawing from his rough notes and wasn't sure he could get it done before Tuesday afternoon, he's going to call me to let me know if we'll need to postpone our meeting to later in the week," Kay explained.
A change of plans like that would throw off my entire sexual dance card for the week, but rather than admit to her what a pain in the ass it would be I said, "I hope tomorrow will work, Ginger and I are looking forward to your show."
She giggled, then said, "I am the paying client so if I tell him I can't change my plans to another night I'm sure he'll deal with it."
"That's my girl," I replied.
Kay laughed and answered, "At least one of them, huh Allen."
I let her comment slide and asked, "I'd like to stop by to set up the GoPro, when do you think you'll be home?"
"I'm about finished here, but I'm all sweaty and I need a shower," she said.
"No problem, I have to stop by my place and pick up the GoPro," I answered figuring she grab a quick shower before I got there.
"Tell ya what Allen, I'll leave my apartment door unlocked, my access code for the lobby door is 1962, the year I was born, so when you get to my place if I'm still in the shower you can just let yourself in," Kay suggested.
"Sounds like a plan," I remarked, then added, "see you in a little while."
"Okay hun, bye for now," Kay said before disconnecting our call.
Forty-five minutes later, with all the video equipment carefully packed in a backpack, I punched 1962 into the keypad, it buzzed that obnoxious sound signaling the lock was deactivated and I pulled the door open.
As I rode the elevator to Kay's floor I wondered if she'd still be in the shower or greet me wearing her favorite fluffy, white terry cloth robe. I opened the apartment door, stepped inside, then closed and locked it. Kay was nowhere in sight. I placed my backpack on the coffee table and walked toward her bathroom hearing the water of her shower still running. The door was ajar and the light from inside along with puffs of steam confirmed Kay was waiting for me in the shower.
"It's me," I said as I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The condensed steam on the glass shower door obscured my view of her lovely mature body, but Kay opened the door enough to stick her face into the opening and said, "Hiya lover."
Her long, red hair was soaking wet and it appeared that just before she slid the door open, she let the shower water cascade down her face, droplets of water glistened on her smooth complexion.
"Need any help?" I asked hoping she'd invite me to join her.
"I saved my hair for last; I'd enjoy having you shampoo it for me," Kay replied just before she pulled her face from the narrow opening of the shower door.
"Love to," I answered as I started stripping out of my clothes.
As I was undressing, I noticed her move inside the shower. Even while showering Kay seized the opportunity to show off her body, she pressed her soft D-cup tits against the door letting me see their firm fullness, the pink areolas and erect nipples inviting me to join her. When I was naked, I opened the shower door and stepped inside. Kay was standing with her back to me, steamy water cascading onto her large breasts and running down over her flat belly and shapely legs. Her perfect, round ass greeted me almost inviting to be caressed.
"I like the strawberry shampoo," Kay remarked as she moved her head forward wetting her hair again, then pulled it over her shoulders.
I took the bottle of strawberry shampoo off the shelf and squirted more shampoo than necessary into her hair. After replacing the bottle, I started lathering her hair.
"I just love having my hair shampooed," Kay softly said as she stepped back a little, so the cascade of shower water now splashed onto her pubic mound.
Her hair exploded in strawberry scented bubbles and I slowly massaged her scalp moving my fingertips through her long, red hair.
"That feels so wonderful," Kay said as my fingers combed through her hair and the froth of bubbles covering her head.
