Transforming Genevieve Chapter Six Part Two - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Six Part Two

As we exited the elevator and started walking down the hall toward our room, I got this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was about to lock myself inside a hotel room with two people I hardly knew. I wondered if I might have made a colossal mistake. My mind was telling me not to do this, but my craving for any new and exciting sexual experience drove me onward. I wanted to experience the feel of a female lover. I wanted to share her lover's cock, and taste her juices on his throbbing manhood.

I watched Marsha slide the key card through the lock, the tiny green light illuminating next to the door handle, and the door swung open. I followed Marsha through the door, and Peter followed me. The door clicked shut, and I heard Peter turn the deadbolt. If I had made an enormous mistake, I'd have to deal with it now; there was no turning back. I decided to relax and not worry about it.

The room was spacious, with a single king-size bed centered where two doubles would typically be placed. Nightstands with small lamps were on either side of the headboard. Across from the footboard, there was a low dresser with a mirror mounted on the wall and, to the right, a television. Over next to the broad picture window, there was a small round table and two chairs. It was a typical budget hotel room, the bed being the only out-of-normal item.

Marsha walked to the small table and placed her drink there. Peter put his next to the bed on the nightstand to the left. I took a ...

... nice-sized gulp from mine before placing it next to Marsha's.

Peter had already kicked off his shoes and reclined on one side of the bed, propping his head against the headboard.

"So, do either of you know how we start this little ménage à trios'?" he asked.

Marsha suggested, "Why don't you tell Gen and me what you'd like us to do? Then, whenever you want, you can join in."

"I like that idea,” I said.

With a huge smile, Peter said, "I like that idea too."

"Why don't you girls start with some sexy kissing?" Peter said.

Marsha moved toward me very slowly. We embraced at the foot of the bed. Her hands came to rest on my waist and mine on hers. I tilted my head and moved my lips close to her mouth. We were both tentative about this first bi-sexual encounter. She parted her shining lips and touched mine. Her lips were softer than any man's. Her tongue pressed between my lips, and I parted mine to accept her’s. I was the first to move my hands, sliding them up along her sides to her shoulders. Our mouths slowly became accustomed to a woman's touch. Marsha's kisses were passionate but so very tender. Her hands moved up and touched my breasts. A tingle swirled outward from my nipples as they hardened instantly under her soft touch.

As we stood there in front of her lover kissing, I glanced at him. The more intense our kisses became, the more lustful his gaze became.

"Genevieve, come lay beside me, and we'll watch Marsha do a sensuous strip tease for us,” Peter ...