Transforming Genevieve Chapter Three - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Three

... the bar higher than any man before him. His skills would be the measuring stick for all future oral lovers. I couldn't imagine any man ever being able to take me to those heights again.

This man, this incredible oral lover, was right on my doorstep, within earshot of my call to be pleased. I knew I'd be calling on him often to guide me to the Everest of oral pleasures.

Dick cleaned himself up, and as he walked toward my office door to leave, he said, "Call me babe; my home number is in the facility directory.

I finally recovered enough to gather my clothing and make myself look presentable. I wanted to stop by the mall and try to find a few outfits that fit my new look.

I drove from Regis to the mall and parked near the side entrance. Walking through the lot, I didn't pay much attention to the men who had noticed me. At the time, I was still sexually fulfilled by the oral thrashing Dick had given me earlier.

I strolled the mall looking for any exciting shops. I found the perfect one when I ventured into Classy Lady. This shop specializes in fitted ladies' wear for the upscale woman. They had racks of very conservative business suits that would be perfect for work. Very classy-looking stuff, indeed. I spotted a gray pin-striped suit with a pencil skirt and matching jacket. Gray is one of my favorite colors mostly because it blends so well with my jet-black hair. I decided to try it on, and as I walked toward the dressing room, I spotted a display of very sexy ...

... lingerie that I would have to check out after I tried on the suit. Slipping out of my slacks and blazer, I slid the skirt over my legs and hips. Tucking my white blouse inside the skirt, I slipped my heels back on and grabbed the suit jacket to carry it to the mirrors. The skirt fit snuggly around my hips, and my long hair accentuated its straight line and the 6-inch slit up the back. Its length came to within 3 inches of my knees. The jacket fit perfectly. I surveyed the look in a full-length mirror and decided this suit was perfect. I strolled over to the lingerie display and began thumbing through the offerings there.

A saleswoman approached and asked, "Looking for something to spice up your appearance under the suit, Miss?"

"The suit and many other things," I said, smiling at her.

"Well, let's see what we may have that'll fit the bill." She replied.

"I personally like the feel of more traditional lingerie." She said. "Gentlemen are more impressed with that look, don't you agree?" She added.

"I wouldn't know for sure. But I'm open to any suggestion you may have." I said, smiling at her.

Since it was a relatively slow Monday night in the mall, I assumed her helpful nature resulted in wanting some company that evening rather than wishing to make a huge sale.

She offered her name, saying, "I'm Marsha; I'd be happy to suggest a few things for you."

"Thank you, Marsha; I'm Genevieve," I replied.

Marsha was perhaps ten years my senior. I'd put her age at ...