Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Two - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Two

... dashed for the porch cover.

The rain had picked up and was coming down harder than before as Bill came running up the street and took the stairs two at a time until he reached the protection of the porch roof.

I pushed the front door open, and he stepped into the foyer. His hair was soaked, droplets of water dripping from the ends of his now curly hair. His coat was a shade darker, soaked during his mad dash through the storm. The bottom of his trousers dripped water onto his wet shoes.

"You'll catch your death of cold if you don't dry off, Bill," I said as he followed me up the stairs toward my apartment.

I was sure his eyes were glued to the back of my legs as we ascended the stairs. Reaching my place, I unlocked the door and pushed it open, letting him enter before me. We'd made it to the privacy of my home without being seen by anyone. So far, our little tryst was completely discreet.

I followed him inside, closed the door, and turned the deadbolt as he looked around my flat.

"Nice place, Gen." he offered.

"Take your coat off, Bill. I'll get you a towel to dry your hair,” I said.

I was sure he watched me walk across the living room toward the short hall leading to the bath and my bedroom with anticipation of discovering where my seams ended.

Returning with a large fluffy white towel, I reached up and began patting his head dry. His hands instinctively moved to my hips and slid around to cup my shapely ass.

"Whoa, slow down, Bill. We have all ...

... evening," I said.

He smiled at me as I finished his hair and said, "Yes, we have all evening."

As I turned from him and walked into the living room, I said, "How about that drink."

"What do you have, Gen?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, Bill. I don't often drink here, so my supply will be limited. What I have is in the corner cupboard over there,” I replied, pointing toward the sizeable antique cupboard across the room.

"Why don't you take a look while I hang this towel in the bath," I added.

As I hung the towel over the drying rod, he asked, "Have any OJ, Gen?"

"I doubt it, Bill," I answered as I returned from the bath. "I haven't been to the grocery since last week."

"How about some 7-Up?" he asked again.

"I'm sure I don't have any 7-Up either, sorry." I apologized.

He laughed and said, "You're some hostess, Gen. I'm afraid to ask if you have any ice."

"Don't be a smart ass, Bill. I'm sure there's ice in the freezer." I said sarcastically.

"Good, we can just have Seagrams on the rocks then. That'll warm us up on such a damp, dreary evening,” he suggested.

He followed me to the kitchen carrying a half-empty bottle of Seagram's seven. I opened the cabinet door and looked for short glasses as he pulled an entire ice tray from my freezer. My drink glasses aren't used often, and I'd stored them on the top shelf. Reaching up, I had to stand on my tiptoes to try and retrieve them.

"I like the look of that," Bill said as my shapely legs stretched ...