Transforming Genevieve Chapter Eight Part One - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Eight Part One

... we walked back along the winding path beside Northkill Creek, he pointed out a few other spots where he liked fishing and even told me a fish story or two about the big one that got away.

I let him carry the conversation, nodding and smiling when he made an interesting comment.

"You're very quiet,” he finally said, trying to draw me out a little.

"I'm just enjoying listening to you speak. You're not from New England originally, are you?" I asked.

He laughed aloud. "You got me; my Jersey accent is showing again."

"You're from New Jersey?" I asked.

"Hoboken born and raised,” he offered. "I moved here three years ago to get a better job."

"Hoboken isn't that right across..." I began to say.

"Yep, right across the Hudson from the Big Apple,” he finished.

"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed. "I love New York so much."

"Never been there,” he said, chuckling after he said it.

I felt comfortable opening up to him and offered, "If I weren't tenured at Regis, I'd move to New York in a heartbeat."

"So you work at the college?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm in the English Lit department," I said.

"Wow, a professor. Great looking and smart, too,” he replied.

As we approached the parking lot, I wondered if he'd tell me his name and ask if he could call me sometime.

"Thanks for the pleasant conversation. I hope I didn't bore you this afternoon watching me fish,” he said.

"Not at all; I enjoyed both," I replied

"My car is over that way,” he said.

"I'm ...

... right here,” I replied, pointing to my Volvo parked a few spaces from where we were standing.

"Well, nice talking to you,” he said, hesitating before turning and walking toward his car.

I thought of stopping and offering to join him for drinks or coffee but decided I needed more time before getting involved with another man.

"Nice talking with you, too," I said, turning toward my car and slipping the key into the door lock.

As I drove toward the exit, he was finishing putting his fishing rod and box in the trunk of a small blue sedan. I wondered if it was a family car. I hadn't noticed a wedding ring on his finger. Just as I passed, he turned and waved goodbye to me. I smiled widely at him and waved back.

While driving back to my apartment, I tried to remember all I could about him. He was quite handsome with dark wavy hair and hazel eyes. I'd guess he was three or four inches taller than me. Since he wore a sweatshirt and jacket, I couldn't tell how muscular his body was, but he appeared to be in pretty good shape. The most important thing about the entire afternoon was that other than a few compliments offered in passing, he hadn't come on to me at all.

I was thankful for that, too. In my present state, the last thing I wanted was another strange man coming on to me. Giving me some line of bull in hopes that he'd be able to fuck me. I wondered if I'd ever run into him again and, if so, where that might lead. He seemed like a nice enough guy. Time and a few ...