Transforming Genevieve Chapter Seven Part One - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Seven Part One

... the door and entered the dimly lit bar room, my question was answered. Jim was at the far end of the bar, talking with the remaining couple still seated at his bar. Everyone else was finishing their evening meal in the dining room. I took the first stool I came to and sat down.

Jim excused himself from his conversation with the couple and slowly walked toward me. His hands came to rest on the back edge of the bar. He looked at me, almost sizing me up before he said, "Evening, Gen; what can I get you?"

"A white wine, please," I said, smiling widely at him.

He'd remembered my name, and I'm sure my tits as well.

As he returned with my wine, Jim said, "This is last call, Gen. We close at nine tonight.

I replied, "Why so early, Jim?"

He smiled at me when he realized I'd remembered his name.

"No business after the diner crowd, hun. All the college kids are after dollar drafts by this time,” he explained.

The couple at the other end of the bar finished their drinks and stood to leave.

"Can you lock up Jim?" the male said.

"No problem, boss,” Jim replied.

They walked past where I was sitting, and I noticed the owner of the café take a long lingering look at my body. He smiled when he was sure his wife wasn't looking.

As they left, Jim said, "I'll be right back, Gen, and we can chat."

He walked to the far end and came around the bar. Closing and locking the door to the dining room, he grabbed his drink and walked along the bar to where I was ...

... seated.

"Let me lock up Gen. I'd rather not have any late customers,” he said, knowing exactly why I was there.

He turned the stick hanging alongside the door's window, closing the mini blinds tightly, and I heard the deadbolt slide into the door jam.

Turning back to me, he said, "We won't be interrupted."

Sitting beside me, he asked the obvious question, "So what brings you here so late, hun?"

I liked how he called me hun, and I liked that he was forward enough to lock us inside and turn his place of employment into our private room.

"Well, Jim, ever since the night we met, I haven't been able to get your sexy smile off my mind,” I lied to him.

"Really, Gen," he said. "I haven't been able to get your sweet tits off mine,” Jim added.

I turned toward him and arched my back, pressing my erect nipples harder against my black tee.

"You mean these tits?" I said seductively, shaking my shoulders.

His hand instantly moved to capture one swaying orb through my shirt.

"Absolutely, hun,” he replied.

I pressed my chest harder against his hand, my erect nipple burning through the fabric and into his palm. His other hand slid up to begin massaging my other breast. I could feel the juices start to flow inside my pussy as he caressed my tits.

I moaned, feeling the tingling I craved so much begin once again. My hands slid to his thighs and moved slowly up to touch the visible bulge in his jeans.

His cock was fully erect, straining for release from the ...