Transforming Genevieve Chapter Two Part One - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Two Part One

... and my nipples hardened noticeably. Kevin lifted his hand and moved it up, allowing the back to barely brush against my erect nipple through the material of my dress. His hand lifted my hair, slid it behind my shoulder, and circled behind my neck. He pulled my head toward his face. Tilting his head, our lips touched, and another chill raced through my body. His tongue parted my lips and searched for mine; his kiss was sensual, firm, and very passionate. I knew in an instant he was going to be an incredible lover.

Kevin broke our kiss to say, "I haven't eaten yet, Genevieve. Will you do me the honor of joining me for dinner?"

I smiled at him and replied, "It would be my pleasure, Sir."

He smiled, then turned to Lauren, saying, "We'll be dining together, Lauren."

Lauren replied, "Excellent, Mr. Cabot; I’ll let the waitress know you're ready for your table."

Kevin reached into his breast pocket and withdrew a money clip. There were too many hundred-dollar bills showing to count as he thumbed through the bills, stopping at the first fifty-dollar bill. He pulled it from the stack and laid it on the bar.

"That's you, Lauren,” he said.

Obviously, being an investment advisor was quite lucrative. He could have paid any amount I'd asked for if I had chosen to continue with my charade as a high-priced hooker.

Kevin stood and slid his bar stool back a few inches as he offered me his strong hand. I gladly accepted it and made sure as I slid off my stool, I ...

... exposed even more creamy thigh flesh to his view. Releasing my hand, he slid his behind me and let it rest on the small of my back.

As he escorted me toward a small doorway to the dining room, he said, "This way, Genevieve."

His hand was resting on the small triangle of material of my thong at the top of my butt, and he smiled as he realized what he was feeling.

As we entered the dining room, the waitress said, "Good Evening, Mr. Cabot, your usual table tonight?"

Kevin replied, "Yes, that will be fine, Sarah."

He seemed to be on a first-name basis with everyone in the place and commanded their first-class attention. I assumed part of their attention was due to Kevin's generous tips.

We were shown to a small table in one corner of the room. He helped me with my seat, letting his hand linger on my back as I sat down.

I quickly became comfortable with his touch and couldn’t wait for those touches to become more intimate.

Kevin sat directly to my left rather than across the table from me. I was glad he did because we could touch each other more freely.

He must have been intrigued by my early comment about him using me like his whore. Our conversation returned to that topic almost immediately.

"Genevieve, can I ask you a question?" He said.

I turned slightly toward him and said, "Sure, Kevin, ask me anything."

"Why is it that a doctor of English Literature would tell a man she'd just met that she wanted him to use her like a whore?" he asked.

I ...