Transforming Genevieve Chapter Eight Part One - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Eight Part One

Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny. I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head, not wanting to begin the seemingly endless journey back just yet. I could wait till afternoon to start my climb out of the bottomless sexual barrel I'd allowed myself to plummet into.

When I awoke the second time and peeked out from under my soft bedding, the sun was still shining, and my alarm clock read 12:15 PM. "Okay, Genevieve," I thought, "Time to get up and do some serious thinking."

I started with a cup of hot tea and a bowl of Rice Krispies.

Since it was such a lovely afternoon, I decided to get dressed and take a walk at Hillcrest Park. I put on a pair of jeans and a cute little pink tank top. Without a bra, my nipples showed clearly through the top, so I added a white hoody to cover my breasts. I pulled my hair back into a long ponytail and threaded my long tresses through the opening of a ball cap. My old, comfortable jogging sneakers finished off my outfit.

Slipping my cell in the hip pocket of my jeans, I grabbed my keys and headed out for Hillcrest Park at about 1:30 PM. It was a short ten-minute drive to the entrance of the park. The lot was rather full, with various minivans and SUV's. I parked away from the crowded part of the lot and stepped out into the bright sunshine of a beautiful fall Saturday afternoon.

Hillcrest Park is known for its kiddie playground, built with donations from local homeowners. That part of the park was overflowing with ...

... hundreds of toddlers and their parents happily spending the afternoon enjoying the sunshine and the assorted playground swings, slides, and jungle gyms.

The other part of Hillcrest Park is a walking path that winds along Northkill Creek. The state Fish and Game Commission stocks the creek with rainbow trout early in the spring, but by this time of year, most of the trout had been caught and filleted by local fishermen. I headed for the walking path and planned on finding a sun-drenched bench to sit and contemplate where my life was headed.

As I walked along the path, mostly young couples walking arm in arm passed me. They all looked so happy, smiling at one another, laughing, and just enjoying being together on such a beautiful afternoon. None of the males paid much attention to me, as I avoided eye contact with every one of them. I probably walked three-quarters of a mile along the path, and even the other walkers started thinning out when I came to a bend in the creek. Right at the apex of the bend, there was a bench between the creek and the walking path that faced away from the path and overlooked the smooth-flowing water of Northkill Creek. The bench was bathed in bright sunlight, as was the water's surface.

I thought to myself, this is a perfect spot to sit and think long and hard about my future. I settled onto the bench and let the warm sunrays shine on my face. The sounds of birds chirping in the trees above me and the water cascading over rocks in the stream added ...