Transforming Genevieve Chapter Three - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Three

... a comedy club show,” he said.

"Do you go alone?" I questioned him.

"Used to go with my wife, but now that we're divorced, I've been going alone mostly,” he responded.

"I didn't know you were married, Dick,” I offered.

"Yeah, but she ran away with an archeologist from Boston University three years ago,” Dick said. "For all I know, they are off somewhere in the Middle East searching for the Holy Grail,” he added.

"Do you miss being married?" I asked.

"No way. In the last three years, I've become accustomed to being footloose and fancy-free,” he said.

We'd reached our destination, and Dick held the door for me as we entered the Café. He let his hand slide across my back as he followed me through the door. I'm sure it was a friendly gesture, but it was the first time he'd tried to touch me.

"Non-smoking for two, please," Dick said as we approached the young student working the door. The East Street Café employed Regis students almost exclusively. She escorted us to a small table near the exit to their outdoor seating area, which they'd already closed for the season.

As we sat across from one another, I looked his face over carefully. I'd imagine he was somewhere in his early forties. His eyes, while a sensual-looking shade of hazel, had deep crow's feet extending from the corners. I imagined from too many days spent outdoors without eye protection. He had a tint of gray extending from his temples back toward his ears, and his mustache was a ...

... distinguished shade of salt and pepper.

He smiled and said, "What are you looking at, Gen?"

"I was just noticing how distinguished you look, Dick,” I said.

He giggled before offering, "Distinguished, huh? Well, that's better than grandfatherly, I guess."

"Grandfatherly, you couldn't have grandchildren; you're way too young," I said.

He leaned toward me and replied, "I'll be celebrating my fifty-first birthday next week, Gen. I could be someone's grandfather. But you have to have children before you have grandkids."

"You're not fifty," I said.

"I'm afraid so, Gen,” he answered.

"Well, you don't look it." I complimented him.

"Thanks, Gen. Having you say that makes me feel younger."

Our waitress showed up and explained the day's lunch special. I decided on a Caesar salad, and Dick ordered a Ruben.

As he spoke with the waitress, I wondered what it would be like to have sex with him. He returned his attention to me as the waitress left.

"So, Gen, how was the play you saw this weekend?" he asked.

He'd given me the perfect opening to direct our conversation toward sex.

"It was quite shocking, actually," I said.

"How so?” he asked.

"Well, let me tell you," I explained.

I went on to describe each scene in rather graphic detail. His eyes were glued to my face as I told him about Taboos. I could see that he was imagining what each scene looked like. I didn't go into the part about me giving the stranger a hand job. When I told him about the oral ...