Transforming Genevieve Chapter Five - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Five

... flirting with my companion. "It's kind of warm in here. Would you help me with my jacket, please?" I said as I tried to slip it off my shoulders. Dick helped me remove my jacket and carefully hung it over the seat back of my stool. His hand slid across my back, confirming that I was braless and his eyes had not lied to him when they noticed the erect nubs of my nipples pressing into the soft fabric of my sweater. I turned slightly toward him and leaned forward, allowing him a perfect view down the front of my sweater and between my soft tits.

"See anything you like?" I whispered.

He grinned, knowing I wanted him to look before he said, "I sure do, Gen."

I crossed my legs and turned up the heat a little, rubbing the top of my shoe along the back of his calf. From where we were seated, none of the other patrons could see my contact with him, and I smiled as he took a healthy gulp from the frosted beer mug containing his lager.

"Hmmm, that hits the spot,” he said.

I sipped my wine and let my hand slide below the bar to rest on my knee.

"I like this place, Dick. It's got a warm atmosphere,” I said as I moved my hand across the few inches to his thigh.

"I agree it is a little warm in here,” he said, slipping his jacket off and hanging it over his bar stool.

I leaned closer to him and let my hand slip between his thighs, rubbing it against his cock for only a moment before I withdrew and raised my hand back above the bar.

He grinned at me and said, ...

... "That hit the spot, too, Gen." Referring to my quick massage of his manhood.

I turned my head and whispered in his ear, "What about my spot?"

His whispered reply was, "Not to worry, babe, I'll be hitting that spot a little later."

"I'm counting on it, Dick," I said.

His eyes stared intently at me. It was as if he was studying every pore individually, as if he could see behind my sparkling green eyes and look directly into my mind. I wondered if he could see the passionate sensuality growing there. I wondered if the wanton lust I had for his cock showed. If the craving for the taste of his warm cream was evident behind my green pools of passion.

I was first to break eye contact, turning to take another sip from my zinfandel. He turned and finished his lager. I was somewhat disappointed when he accepted Jim's offer of another lager, wanting instead to get him alone where I could act upon my cravings for him and his beautiful cock.

He asked, "Are you hungry, Genevieve?"

I replied softly, "Yes, but not for anything on the menu here."

Dick smiled and leaned very close to my ear. His voice, nearly inaudible, said, "Genevieve, I can't get over how forward you are. Relax, baby, we have all evening."

I realized that I'd made him uncomfortable. My constant flirting and my sexual undertones had made him uneasy.

I said, "I apologize, Dick. I...." his finger touched my lips, cutting me off in mid-sentence.

"No need to apologize, Gen. I guess we all deal with ...