Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Two - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Two

... across my tits and flat stomach. As he stared at my nearly naked torso, I undid the cuff buttons of my sleeves and slowly slid the silk fabric from my shoulders. My blouse fell to the floor behind me.

Bill gasped as my naked shoulders and arms came into view.

"So beautiful, Gen!" he whispered.

The effects of the liquor had taken full effect, and combined with my lust for him, I began my verbal seduction.

"Touch yourself, Bill," I begged.

His hand slid to his cock and slowly began moving along its length outside his boxers.

I brought my hands to my tits and cupped them through the lacy fabric still covering them.

"Show me your gorgeous tits Gen!" he pleaded.

I moved one hand to the clasp between the cups and, with two fingers, undid my bra. It instantly fell open, exposing both tits to his intense stare. The straps, no longer tight, slid down my arms, and I let it fall from me to join my blouse on the floor.

My nipples were rock hard. I pressed my arms in at the side, pushing my tits together, letting him appreciate the succulent cleavage.

"I can't wait to feel your cock slide between these soft tits!" I hissed.

Bill moaned deeply at the thought of titty fucking my soft orbs.

"Please, baby, show me your beautiful cock!" I said, using a beggar's tone of voice.

He slowly hooked two fingers in the elastic waistband of his boxers and lifted his hips slightly, sliding both his boxers and trousers down beyond his knees. They slid down, forming ...

... a heap of fabric around his ankles. He sat back on the couch, let his hand rest on either side of his legs, and allowed his thighs to spread, exposing his throbbing cock to my lustful stare.

"Touch it, Bill!" I pleaded.

His trembling hand moved to the stiff shaft, and he slowly began stroking his solid length.

Watching him masturbate for a moment, I said, "I can't wait to wrap my fingers around your cock.”

His eyes took on a voyeuristic stare as he watched me move seductively in front of him. My hands slid from my waist up to cover my tits and roll my nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. I was saving his fetish for last and verbally teased him, saying, "Should I turn around, baby?"

His instant reply was, "Oh, God, yes, Gen!"

As I turned for him, I pulled my hair around the front to give him a view of my naked back. I knew his eyes were studying my legs below the hem of my skirt. I knew he was letting the image of my long, shapely legs covered in dark silk with two darker lines running up their length burn into his memory. I dropped my hands to my sides and then moved them around to slide up along the back of my thighs over my ass to the clasp and zipper of my tight skirt.

My delicate fingers first undid the clasp, releasing the waistline. Clenching the zipper pull between my thumb and index finger, I began a slow, seductive descent of the last mechanical barrier holding the skirt to my hips. Even with the zipper open, I still had to peel the skirt ...