Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Two - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Two

... out and my skirt pulled up in the back.

"Aren't we quite the voyeur?" I teased as I handed him two glasses.

Bill twisted the ice tray and dropped several ice cubes in each glass. As he poured the liquor over the ice, he said, "Say when Gen."

"When," I responded before the ice was completely submerged in liquid. He must not have heard me because he continued pouring a second more.

Handing me the glass, he smiled and said, "Here, you won't need a refill as quickly."

Bill filled his glass almost entirely to the top and took a healthy swig before twisting the cap back on the bottle.

"My feet are soaked; do you mind if," he began to say.

But I interrupted his sentence, saying, "No, go right ahead, Bill, make yourself comfortable.”

Bill placed his drink glass on the kitchen table and untied his shoes. He slipped them off and put them under a chair. "At least my socks are dry,” Bill said.

I took a sip of my drink. The liquor burned a little as I swallowed.

I had been leaning against the countertop, watching him intently. His curly, damp hair almost reached the collar of his shirt, and a hint of dark hair showed at the top. I wondered if he liked having fingernails run through that hair.

He smiled and said, "What are you thinking, Gen."

"I was just going to say, let's sit in the living room and enjoy our drinks," I replied.

I placed my glass on the counter and slipped out of my suit coat, hanging it carefully over the back of a kitchen ...

... chair.

"Shall we?" I said as I picked up my glass and followed him to the living room.

He sat on one end of the sofa and crossed his legs as I flipped on my stereo, filling the room with soft jazz. I sat halfway between him and the other end of the couch, wanting to give myself time to grow more comfortable being alone with this man.

However, I crossed my legs, allowing my skirt to slide up my shapely thigh, again exposing the darker lacy material at the top of my stocking.

"You know, Gen, you've got great legs,” he said, obviously appreciating the view of my thigh.

"Thank you, Bill; I'm glad you like my legs. I think they are my best feature,” I replied.

"One of many great features, I'll bet,” he said.

I took another sip from my glass, letting the liquor warm my throat. Leaning forward, I placed my drink on the glass-topped coffee table. Bill took another full swig of his drink and, uncrossing his legs, then put his glass next to mine. He turned slightly to face me, lifting his leg to sit sideways next to me.

He placed his arm on the back of the couch. His fingertips barely touched my shoulder as he did.

"You are quite lovely, Genevieve,” he complimented me.

His voice sounded sincere, not just a compliment to begin his seduction. I smiled at him and snuggled back into the warm fabric of the couch, moving an inch or two closer. His hand touched the back of my neck below the loose bun I'd pulled my hair into early that morning.

"May I?" he asked as his ...