Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Three - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Three

"Bill, I'm going to shower. Listen for my bedroom door to close, and then shower yourself. When you're done, I'll wait in my bedroom for you," I instructed him.

He smiled and said, "Yes, Madam."

I giggled as he said that word, a word that four days ago I found so displeasing. It had taken on a whole new meaning now, and I loved the new meaning.

As I walked away from my new lover, I knew he was watching me. I walked with an accentuated swing to my hips. One that sent him the message that the time of his life was only beginning.

The hot water of my shower soothed my body. I shampooed my hair with a strawberry-scented shampoo. I washed my body with strawberry gel paying close attention to making my pussy as clean and fragrant as possible.

Wrapping a big fluffy towel around my body, I opened the bathroom door. Stepping out into the hall, I glanced toward the living room. Bill was sitting up on the couch. He looked toward me, but I turned and quickly disappeared into my bedroom.

A minute later, I heard the shower. I lit several strawberry-scented jar candles. I turned down my bed and walked to the closet. My feet slipped into the four-inch stiletto heels I'd purchased over the weekend. The closet door clicked closed. Silk stockings run very quickly, and I already had two pairs that had been ruined. Retrieving them from the wastebasket, I carefully tied one stocking around my wrists and one around each ankle.

My hair, still wet, hung down my back, almost ...

... touching the crack in my ass. I walked over to my bed and reclined with my head resting on one soft white pillow. I carefully spread my hair around my head and bent my legs slightly at the knee and to one side. I was ready for my new lover. I was prepared to have him share a mutual fantasy with me.

The sound of water running in the bath ended. It seemed like hours until the door knob turned, and the door began to open slowly. He entered my sanctuary, his body wrapped in a white towel, his thick chest hair fluffy and curly again.

He closed the door and stood still, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim light.

"Come stand at the bottom of my bed, Bill," I said.

He slowly walked across the room and stopped, facing me. A noticeable bulge began showing in the front of his towel.

"Drop your towel, baby," I said.

With a flip of his thumb, the towel fell to the floor.

His cock was beginning to get hard. His eyes, now fully adjusted to the dim light, stared intently at me.

"God, Gen, you look so beautiful. I love the way your hair frames your face," he said.

"Do you want me, baby?" I asked.

His instant response was, "Absolutely!"

I slowly lifted both legs, keeping my ankles locked together and my stilettos pointing toward the ceiling. The silk stockings tied to my ankles dangling down the back of my legs. I spread my arms toward the corners of the headboard. Once I'd fully extended my long shapely legs, I knew he could see my pussy between my tightly ...