Transforming Genevieve Chapter Three - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Three

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She slid a chair over in front of the mirror. "Sit down and cross your legs, darling. It's always best to check how much is revealed when you cross your legs before you decide if you're going to buy something.

As I crossed my legs, a hint of creamy white flesh was exposed on the bottom of my thigh. The garter strap and clasp on the outside of my thigh was clearly visible.

Marsha smiled, leaned down, and whispered, "Perfect, Genevieve, that'll make any cock hard for sure."

Marsha and I spent the next two hours trying on dresses, skirts, blouses, sweaters, and slacks. I also bought two garters, one in black satin and one in red lace, and four or five pairs of fashion hose. I spent over five hundred dollars but had the beginnings of a very sexy wardrobe.

As I changed back into my brown slacks, Marsha came to the dressing booth and slid the curtain aside. She said, "Genevieve, can I ask you a serious question?"

"Sure, Marsha," I said, feeling like we'd become friends during the last three hours.

"I'm a little embarrassed to ask, but I was wondering if you've ever been with another woman?" She said, blushing visibly.

"No, I haven't, but I have fantasized about that," I admitted.

"What about a ménage à trois?" She asked.

I must have blushed noticeably because Marsha instantly said, "I'm sorry, Genevieve, I shouldn't have brought it up."

"It's okay, Marsha. I fantasized about that, too, and lately, I've been trying to bring my fantasies to ...

... reality," I said.

She told me, "Well, Genevieve, my lover and I have been searching for a woman to join us in our bedroom, and to be very honest, I find you extremely attractive, and I'm certain Peter would also."

I thought for a moment Marsha was a beautiful woman and very sensual. "Tell you what, Marsha, let me give you my number, and you talk to Peter about me and give me a call. Perhaps we could go somewhere for a drink and see where it leads." I suggested.

"That would be great, Genevieve," Marsha said, smiling broadly. "Peter is an excellent lover, darlin; you wouldn't be disappointed."

A twinge of excitement built in my chest thinking about being the trois in a ménage a trois.

As Marsha rang up my purchases, I wrote my cell number on a slip of paper she'd given me. I left carrying four bags of items and a feeling of anticipation for when I'd meet Marsha and Peter for drinks.

I stopped in a ladies' shoe store on the way to the mall exit and impulsed on a pair of sexy black stiletto heels with open toes and a tiny leather strap around the ankle.

It was almost nine by the time I made it to my flat. I had several messages on my machine. Pressing the play button as I leaned down to place my shopping bags on the sofa, I listened to the first message.

"Gen, it's Dick. I just wanted to call you and let you know that this afternoon was absolutely incredible. Call me when you get the message, baby."

"Genevieve, this is Bill Franklin. I saw you walking ...