Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Two - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Two

... hand slid into my hair.

"Of course," I replied, wanting him to let my hair down.

His fingers moved up and squeezed the hair clip. My long tresses, now released from their daylong confines, cascaded down over my shoulders and the back of the couch.

I leaned forward and picked up my glass. Taking a fuller sip as my throat was becoming accustomed to the slight burn the liquor caused. As I sat back, I pulled my hair around and in front of my shoulder, farthest from him.

His hand moved from my shoulder. He traced the back of his fingers along my jaw. I was feeling both the effects of my drink and his gentle caresses, becoming more comfortable with his touch and presence.

I turned my head toward him and cooed softly as his hand rubbed my cheek gently. Pressing my face against his palm, I uncrossed my legs and moved closer, turning to face him and curling my legs up and behind me on the couch.

His eyes gazed upon me speculatively. He searched my eyes, seeking a sign that I wanted our touches to become more intimate. I leaned toward him, placing my hand on his thigh.

"What incredible eyes,” he said, staring deeper into my green pools of passion. I wanted his touch; I needed to know the intimacy of his soft caresses. As I slid closer to him, Bill placed his free hand over mine and slowly moved my hand toward his loins.

He moaned softly as my fingers made contact with his growing erection. Even through the fabric of his slacks, I could feel his hardness, and ...

... my hand instinctively moved along the surging length.

His hand moved from mine and slid over my breast, softly caressing me through my blouse and bra. My nipple reacted quickly, becoming harder under his palm. He slid his hand from my breast and around my back to pull me closer to him. I lifted my face to him, and his eyes moved to study my lips. Our mouths inched toward each other, our eyes memorizing each other's facial features close up.

I slowly closed my eyes and said, "Kiss,” but before I could utter the word "me," his lips touched mine. Barely making contact and sending passionate sparks flying between us. His hand returned to softly massage my breast over the material that hid them from his view.

Our lips parted in unison, tongues darting toward their passionate counterpart. It was a beautiful first kiss between two new lovers. A kiss that held the promise of many more passionate kisses to come.

As we kissed that first tentative kiss, I moved my hand up the length of his growing erection to begin unbuttoning the five buttons that held his shirt closed. My fingers deftly undid each one slowly, building the anticipation of the first time I'd run my nails through the hair that his shirt covered.

As Bill's shirt fell open, I flattened my hand against his chest. I felt a mat of thick hair covering him. I moaned my approval and arched my fingers to let my nails slide through his thick chest hair toward his stomach.

Bill groaned passionately as my nails ...