Transforming Genevieve Chapter Three - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Three

... forty-five. She had shoulder-length blonde hair that was wavy and well cared for. Her long nails sported an immaculate French manicure, and she wore a massive diamond ring in front of her gold diamond-encrusted wedding band. A matching diamond tennis bracelet fit tightly around her thin wrist. Her blue eyes sparkled when she smiled.

Marsha is perhaps 5 foot 8 inches tall, but that may have been a miscalculation since she wore three-inch heels under tailored navy blue slacks. Her white silk blouse fit snuggly over her breasts, which I suspected were at least a D cup. She wore her blouse with two buttons open, revealing very succulent bronze-tanned cleavage. Marsha would undoubtedly qualify on campus as a classic MILF.

"Have you ever tried a garter belt, Genevieve?" She asked. "No, I haven't, Marsha," I replied. "I only recently discovered undergarments other than white cotton panties and bras," I admitted.

"Oh my, this is going to be fun." She said.

"Actually, I started shopping for a completely new wardrobe this past weekend while I was in Manhattan," I said. "I'm trying to transform myself, Marsha," I added, admitting my limited fashion knowledge.

She giggled and said, "Well, Genevieve, my husband likes the look of a garter belt holding up seamed silk stockings."

She leaned closer to me and added, "My lover is pretty fond of the look, too."

I grinned and offered, "So you kind of kill two birds with one stone, so to speak."

"Oh yes, and I keep a spare ...

... pair of stockings hidden in my glove box just in case I need a quick change because of a runner, too," Marsha said, laughing.

"So show me what you like," I asked.

Marsha pulled a skimpy black lace garter belt from the rack and held it up.

"This feels very sexy when worn under the kind of skirt you're wearing right now, Genevieve," Marsha said.

I took the garment from her and held it up to the light. It was made entirely of sexy black lace, and I imagined that against my skin, the creamy white color would show through very seductively. Marsha approached a stack of stocking packages and handed me a pair of black silk stockings marked fashion seamed.

She said, "These don't have the tight elastic top hem of most thigh highs, so they are made to be worn with the garter belt. You'll find them very comfortable and even sexier."

"Can I try them on?" I asked.

Marsha offered, "Well, the store policy is not to allow customers to try on undergarments, but my manager is gone for the night, and I'm sure that once you feel how sexy they are, you'll want to buy them. Let's make sure we get you the right size, Genevieve."

"You look like a perfect 34C 24 34 to me, hun?" She asked.

I didn't correct her on the cup size since I wasn't looking at bras yet. "That'll fit fine, Marsha," I said.

I was enjoying myself being with Marsha. Her friendly personality and exquisite looks made it easy to open up to her.

She handed me the correct size garter belt and a pair of ...