Transforming Genevieve Chapter Six Part One - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Six Part One

... dress. I moved to my makeup table and sat in front of the well-lit mirror. Darker than usual, eye shadow brought my shimmering green eyes to the forefront; I'd be dressed entirely in black and decided a splash of red would set off the entire ensemble. I applied what was quickly becoming my favorite lip color, a rich red shade that made my lips look very sensual.

A misting of perfume on each side of my neck and between my breasts completed my preparations, except for that incredibly short, slinky black dress. Holding it in front of me, I carefully placed my stilettos through the dress, not wanting to catch a heel on the fabric. I glided the dress up my body and slid one arm, then the other, into the short sleeves. Tossing my hair around in front, I reached behind and pulled the zipper tab up, bringing the high neckline tight around my sexy, sweet-smelling neck. With a wiggle or two of my hips, the dress slid perfectly down over my hips, resting just below the darker hem of my stockings.

Gazing at myself in the mirror, I was happy with the image that reflected at me. I looked stunning. Sexy, sensual, and very appealing, at least I hoped I would to the couple I was about to meet.

I'd carry a small black clutch bag containing my makeup, cell phone, license, and a few dollars. It was twenty of eight. I'd taken longer than I should to prepare for my date and knew I'd be a few minutes late arriving at the Ramada.

As I drove across town toward my destination, I started ...

... having wildly vivid images of what could happen later. I was becoming very aroused at the idea of experiencing yet another new and different cock, but also the bi-sexual pleasures of having another woman to pleasure me and to please. I wondered if I'd enjoy watching another woman take a man's cock deep in her throat as much as I enjoyed having a cock stuffed in my own throat. I wondered if having Marsha pleasure me orally while I sucked her lover's cock would please her as much as the thought of it pleased me. After all, Marsha had told me that she and Peter were looking for another woman to join them in a ménage à trios, so perhaps tonight would be a sexual experiment for all of us. The answers to all my questions would soon be revealed as I guided my Volvo into the Ramada parking lot a little after eight.

I parked as close to the entrance as possible, knowing it would be cooler later in the evening. A few steps and, I pulled the large glass door open and walked into the lobby. The Hindu-looking man behind the counter smiled widely at me as I strolled toward the middle of the lobby.

"Can I help you, Miss?" he said with a strong Indian accent.

"Yes, please, can you direct me to the lounge?" I replied.

Oh yes, Miss, it's down the hall to the left,” he replied, pointing to the hall just beyond his workstation.

I walked to the corner and looked down the hall. A small lighted sign above double doors marked the entrance to B. Joel's Piano Bar, a blatant attempt to in ...