I woke Sunday morning to the smell of coffee brewing and knew Kay had slipped out of bed while I slept. Rather than joining her in the kitchen, I rolled over and pulled the covers up, faking that I was still asleep.
A short time later, Kay came in and sat down next to me, "Wake up sleepy head," she said.
I opened my eyes, found her holding a cup of java, and replied, "I guess you wore me out last night." She was already dressed, wearing a light blue pullover sweater and cream-colored slacks.
She giggled and answered, "I like the idea that I can still wear you out, lover."
I scooted up and leaned against the headboard, taking the coffee from her. "What are you planning for today?" I asked.
"I have a ten o'clock meeting with Mike to talk about the progress on the renovations at the shop," she replied.
"Oh really," I said, wondering if this meeting might include her fucking him again. Of course, I knew that was none of my business. After all, Kay certainly enjoyed having him pound her sexy body, but I didn't ask the obvious question.
"Ginger is going to join us, and I want to speak with her about traveling upstate to visit Kayla before she gets too sick to talk about selling me some or possibly all of her inventory," Kay added.
"I guess I should get outta bed so you won't be late for your meeting," I answered.
"Take your time, baby; shower if you like. It's early, and I'm sure Mike would understand if I'm a few minutes late," Kay remarked.
I finished my coffee, grabbed a quick shower, and got dressed. At nine-thirty, I walked into the living room and found Kay sitting on the sofa. She smiled at me and said, "Last night was incredible, I really enjoyed sharing you with Stephanie, but I was happy that we could spend some time alone."
I sat down next to her, placed one hand on her knee, and replied, "Spending time alone with you is always awesome,"
She just smiled at me.
"I guess I should get going. You'll still be able to make your meeting on time," I said.
As we rode the elevator down, I decided to give Ginger a call to tell her I thought it best that she did not reveal our plans for Tuesday with Kay at the moment. Once on the street, I gave Kay a warm hug and gentle kiss and then watched as she walked off toward the shop.
After Kay turned the corner, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Ginger's number.
"Wow, I could get used to having you call me this often, Allen," she said, answering my call.
"I just left Kay's. She told me you're joining her at a meeting this morning with Mike Greth," I remarked.
"Yes, we're going to review the progress at Kay's shop, and we want to finalize our plans to go upstate next weekend," Ginger replied.
"I think it would be best if you don't mention our meeting Tuesday night to her," I suggested.
"I wasn't planning on telling Kay anything about that," Ginger admitted.
"Good, let's keep our date between you, Staci, and me, our little secret," I said.
"If you think that's best, Allen. By the way, I talked with Staci last night; we'd like you to meet us at my place, say around eight o'clock Tuesday."
"Works for me; what are you planning?" I asked.
"Let's just say that's our little secret," Ginger answered.
"Got ya," I answered, wondering what the two of them had in mind.
Ginger giggled and said, "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."
"I'll see you then," I answered before disconnecting our call.
Since I had all day Sunday free, I decided to stop by Archie's to see if Susie might work on Sundays to get a better idea about her. Was she just a flirt, or was she serious when she said, "I guarantee you won't be disappointed."
I arrived at Archie's at about one finding the parking lot packed. If Susie were working, I wouldn't be able to get a lot of time to feel her out, but I went inside, found a stool near the end of the counter, and waited to see if I could spot her. Another waitress approached me and asked, "Hi, my name is Amanda; what'll ya have?"
"Coffee, please," I answered.
As she poured my drink, I asked, "Is Susie working today?"
"Yes, she's working in the dining room. Did you want to talk to her?" she replied.
"I was hoping to get a chance to talk to her, yes," I answered.
"I think she gets a break in a few minutes; I'll let her know you're here," she answered with a smile on her face.
A couple of minutes later, I noticed Susie talking to the other girl. She glanced over her shoulder to see who was asking about her and instantly smiled, then disappeared into the kitchen. Another few minutes passed before Susie appeared behind the counter carrying a pot of coffee. As she approached, she asked, "Can I freshen up your coffee?"
"That would be great," As she filled my mug, I asked, "Do you remember me?"
"Weren't you here a couple of weeks ago with a young lady?" she answered.
"Yes, and as I recall, you were very friendly," I responded.
She leaned against the counter and, with a dazzling smile on her pink-shaded lips and a sexy sparkle in her crystal blue eyes, said, "I'm glad I made a good impression."
"Apparently, I must have made an impression on you too, since you see a lot of people. I was hoping to get a chance to talk with you about your offer," I answered.
"I made you an offer?" she asked.
I was sure she recalled what she'd said to me, but I figured today she was playing things a little closer to the chest. I reminded her of her offer for me to dump Staci and that I wouldn't be disappointed if I did.
"So, you want to take me up on that offer?" she answered with an even wider smile on her lips.
"Not sure just yet, but I would like to at least discuss what you had in mind," I replied.
She toyed with the opening of her white blouse for a moment and then said, "I'm filling in for another girl who called to say she wouldn't be coming in; you do remember me telling you I work nights mostly. I get off at three o'clock. Can you hang around until then?"
I glanced at my watch; it was one-thirty, so I answered, "How about I come back in an hour or so."
She grinned and then took out her order pad, scribbling down an address. As she handed it to me, she said, "Here's my address; it takes me an hour to get home if I ride the bus. If you can't get back here, I'll meet you at my place."
I took her address, folded it, and placed it in my breast pocket as I said, "Or I can pick you up when you get off and give you a ride home."
With a grin, she replied, "I'd like to take a ride with you; I'm sure we both won't be disappointed."
Before she turned to leave me alone, she pressed her tits against the counter, causing her healthy cleavage to squeeze up in her bra to remind me precisely what kind of ride I could expect.
