Transformation - Sex Stories

Transformation

... but he was tanned and looked very good. Suave and sophisticated would be a good description she thought. He’d gently held her arm and introduced himself as Philippe and asked if she’d care to join him for dinner. She’d said yes of course and he’d smiled broadly at her and offered her a glass of Champagne. Now they were sat chatting, he asked about her family and where she grew up, telling her about him and his business and the beautiful part of France that he lived. He said she must come and visit him there some day. Dakota really felt a million dollars and that they were on a genuine date. “I have taken the liberty of ordering some French food for us my darling. I hope you don’t mind.” Dakota just loved his accent, the words dripped of tongue like treacle. “Of course not, thank you.” She replied, trying to sound as up market as she could. It wasn’t easy in a micro dress that had risen up around her waist exposing far more of her thighs than she’d like in her present company. As if sensing her discomfort Philippe tried to put her at ease. “I think you look divine my dear. It was I that asked for you to be dressed this way. I hope you are not feeling uncomfortable. I am a silly old fool that likes his ladies dressed a certain way. It makes an older man feel younger. Please forgive me.” Dakota felt awful “No, no. I’m not uncomfortable at all. I’m glad you like it.” She beamed at him. Micky was sat at the table with the guys. “You lose Steve” she squealed in delight. “Lose ...

... your shirt.” They had watched Micky as she drunk another can of beer quickly and started on a third before asking if she’d like to play cards with them. They said they were playing for money but if Micky didn’t have any they could play for clothes. Here they were and Steve had lost the first hand. Steve peeled of his t-shirt. His chest was waxed smooth and was wide and muscled. “Ooh Steve, nice body.” Micky cooed. The next hand Jerry lost and revealed a chest the same as Steve’s. The guys obviously had gym memberships. Micky lost the next and pulled off her tie much to the chagrin of the boys. Dakota and Philippe sat opposite each other and enjoyed their starter. Philippe was still keeping the conversation going and showed a genuine interest in Dakota. He was careful not to ask questions that would shatter the elusion and kept it light and entertaining. Dakota was having a wonderful time and laughed at his jokes. The champagne kept flowing and she too began to get a little drunk. They ate a leisurely dinner with desert and when finished, Phillippe poured himself a large whisky and put on some music. He helped Dakota to her feet and held both her hands as he looked her straight in the eyes. “Would you dance for me my dear?” Dakota had had several glasses of Champagne now and had no qualms about dancing for her charming man. “Of course” she replied. Phillippe sat on the couch with his legs crossed and his whisky glass resting on his knee. He held the remote control for the sound ...