Transforming Genevieve Chapter Eight Part One - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Eight Part One

... stream near the middle.

Standing up again, the fisherman said, "Didn't I tell you this was the best spot around?" His broad smile reinforced the statement he'd made.

"Yes, you did, and I can see why now," I replied, smiling back at him.

As he adjusted his lure again, he turned his head toward me and said, "You know it's none of my business, but your smile sure is more pleasant than all those tears."

As quickly as he said that, he returned to the stream and his fishing lure flying upstream again.

I didn't respond to his statement, but it was nice that he would notice my smile. Over the next hour or so, I watched as he caught another three Rainbow trout. Each one was as brilliantly colored as the first, and each one was gently returned to the waters of Northkill Creek. While I watched him fishing, I began to think about how I'd turn myself around. I quickly realized that all the men I'd fucked since my transformation were only following my lead. I'd come across to them as an easy fuck. I'd given them signals that it was ok to use my body for their sexual release. If I had just changed those signals, not flaunt my sexuality to them, they very well may not have seen me as a quick, easy lay.

Could it really be that easy? Could it be that all I needed to do was come across as a reserved, sophisticated woman instead of a lustful sex-craving slut? There is no better time than the present to find out.

As the fisherman made his way up from the edge of the steam, I ...

... let myself make eye contact with him. Smiling, I said, "You're pretty good at fishing."

He grinned and said, "Just lucky today. Sometimes, they're not biting, and I only practice my casting skills."

"Do you fish here often?" I asked.

"As often as I can,” he replied. "But I usually don't have an audience."

"I'm sorry. Did I make you feel uncomfortable?" I questioned him.

"Oh no!" he answered. "I just never had such a pretty woman sit and watch me as I fish."

"Oh sure, when you got here, I was crying my eyes out. I must have been a sight,” I said.

He replied, "As I said before, your smile is certainly more pleasant than all those tears, but I'm sure you had a good reason to be shedding them. But that's none of my business."

He leaned down close to my face and smiled. "Yep, I was right,” he said.

"Right about what?" I asked.

"Emeralds always look more beautiful when framed in white rather than red,” he replied.

For a moment, I didn't quite understand what he meant. But it finally dawned on me that, in his own way, he was complimenting my green eyes. I thought easy now, Gen, remember you want to give the right signals. Sophisticated, not slutty.

"You're very kind. Thank you for noticing,” I said.

"You're welcome,” he replied. "Are you staying?" he added as he picked up his fishing box.

"It is getting a little cool, and this bench isn't all that comfortable. Do you mind if I walk with you?" I asked.

"I'd like that,” he answered.

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