Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part One - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part One

... yesterday afternoon with Dick and couldn't believe how classy you looked,” he said.

Smiling even wider, I said, "So my new look impressed you?"

"Not nearly as much as today's Genevieve!" he responded.

I did a pirouette, giving Bill a chance to see the back of my skirt and hose.

"I'm so glad you like my new look, Bill. I'm looking forward to the dividends it should pay,” I said.

His eyes were glued to my legs, leading me to believe he has a fetish for women in seamed hose.

Bill responded, "Genevieve Walker, are you making a pass at me?"

"Why, Bill, what would make you think that?" I replied.

He licked his dry lips and said, "Well, you are flaunting one sexy pair of legs at me."

"Oh my gosh, Bill, when did you decide I have sexy legs?" I quickly asked.

Bill laughed and said, "About two minutes ago, Gen."

I liked his honesty. After all, for the three years we'd known each other professionally, I'd kept my legs undercover.

"Well, I'm glad you decided, Bill, because I've always thought you were pretty sexy. Now we're on the same page." I teased him.

"You do know that I'm married, Genevieve." He asked.

"Yes, I do, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her, will it, Bill?"

He had such a surprised expression on his face. His mind must have been racing with ideas of having a torrid affair with me. A lustful tryst that he and I could share almost anytime we wanted.

He swallowed hard and said, "You're right, Genevieve, but we'd have to be ...

... very discreet. An affair like that could land us both in the unemployment line."

"I'm well aware of the consequences, Bill, but the transformed Genevieve is more likely to take the risk to quench her new thirst," I said quite calmly.

He smiled and said, "I'd be willing to take the risk just to see where those seams end."

I was right; he did have a fetish for seamed stockings. I was about to offer him an opportunity to find out where they end when the morning class bell rang.

"Well, Bill, I've got to run, but we'll have to let you explore where they end sometime soon. Give me a call later." I suggested.

I started toward my classroom as he said, "You can count on it.”

I gave my hips a seductive swing as I disappeared into my classroom, knowing he was watching every step with his eyes glued to the long, dark seams running up the back of my legs.

My first class that day was relatively uneventful, except when I turned my back to the assembled students to make a note on the board. I heard a masculine voice behind me say, "Sweet!" As I gave them a look at my shapely legs.

I was feeling incredibly sexy all day. The gray pin-stripped skirt did little to hide my shapely ass. I'm sure a lot of my male students, and perhaps a few of the females, had fantasies about giving the teacher more than a ripe red apple.

My last class of the day ended at 2:30 PM. I turned out the lights in the classroom and looked out the window. A drizzle was falling, and the gray sky ...