Transforming Genevieve Chapter One Part 1 - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter One Part 1

... down the drain with the smells of my matinee of lust.

I stood in the shower for a long time, thinking about what I wanted. Thinking about this transformation I'd dreamed of for so long. I was thinking about how I'd been tricked into watching a shameful sex show disguised as a work of art. Part of me hated that I'd been fooled, and another part couldn't stop thinking about the erotic images I'd watched. I wanted to forget forever that I'd given a total stranger a hand job, but the memory of what that cock felt like in my hand was burned into my mind. I knew I'd want more, and I knew I'd like that feeling again.

As the hot, steamy water relaxed my body, my fingers began moving over my body. Pinching my nipples until they were rock hard, rubbing my clit until it swelled and tingled under my touch. My lust began to take control of my mind once more. I had to have a man inside me; I had to feel his cock in my soft hand. I had to taste his manhood between my lips and on my tongue.

But what man, Jeremy, the hotel bellboy? No, too young and immature. I instantly remembered Billy, the waiter at the deli I'd eaten at. He was dark, handsome, and had the bulge in his pants that I lusted for. I dried myself quickly and searched my jeans for his note. A crumpled piece of paper was crushed flat in the hip pocket. I unfolded it and, with trembling fingers, dialed the number he'd written there.

"Hello?" Billy said.

My hand trembled as I held the phone to my ear. I couldn't ...

... speak.

"Hello, is someone there?" Billy asked again.

I weakly replied, "Billy?"

"Yes, this is Billy." He answered.

"Who is this?" He asked, sounding a little perturbed.

Mustering all my courage, I said, "It's Genevieve, Billy. You gave me your number today at the deli."

"Oh yes, Genevieve, I remember. Are you ok?" He asked.

His voice had a friendly, compassionate tone to it, and I began to feel relaxed about talking to someone I'd just barely met earlier in the day.

"Yes, I'm fine, Billy," I said.

"That's good, Genevieve, so what can I do for you?" He asked.

I thought for a moment this was where I would either let my transformation move forward or regress to the boring state of my existence in Boston. I took a deep breath and decided to move forward.

"Well, Billy, to be honest with you. I'm alone in my hotel room and horny as hell. I'd like you to come over so we could party." I said, completely surprised at my statement.

I heard Billy whisper under his breath, "Sweet." And then he said, "I'd be happy to Genevieve. I just got off work. Give me an hour or so to get a shower and change."

I gave him the hotel and room number and said, "See you in an hour or so.”

As I hung up, anticipating what I'd just set in motion excited me so much. I was about to live out a fantasy I'd written of often in my erotic stories. A stranger was coming to my hotel room to have sex with me. Someone I'd only met a few hours earlier was coming to fuck me silly. I ...