The Hypnotist's Harem - The Prequel
The Origin of the Harem - Part 2
The next day, Carol smiled and walked up to Steve before class. "Thank you for yesterday. It's been such a long time since I've... Well, since I've had the touch of a man. I hope I didn't embarrass myself. Or you."
Steve smiled back. "Embarrassed? You must be kidding."
"I do have a favor to ask," she said. "Can I get my pink panties back? They are one of my favorites."
"Absolutely. You can get them right after class when you meet me at my home."
"If that's what it takes" she said with a sly smile.
The class seemed to drag on for far more than the six hours. Steve could only stare at Carol and imagine what was going to happen at his apartment.
"That's all for today," Bill said, finally bringing the class to an end. "Graduation day tomorrow."
Steve and Carol walked to their cars together. "I have to make a quick call," she said.
"Of course." He was more than happy to wait for her.
She pulled out her phone and turned away. "Jim? I'm going out for drinks and dinner with my classmates. You don't have to wait up."
She hung up and smiled. "I'm all yours."
"Follow me. My place is only a few miles from here."
Steve made sure he kept Carol's car in his rearview mirror as she followed behind him. He'd forgotten to give her his address, but he wasn't about to lose this opportunity.
In no time, they were at his front door. It was an older home that had been converted into two apartments and Steve lived on the second floor. It was a modest, one-bedroom apartment, but he kept it neat and tastefully decorated.
Once inside with a locked door behind them, Steve opened a bottle of red wine and poured a couple of glasses. He hadn't even asked her, but she gladly accepted it and took a drink. He could tell that despite their restaurant experience, she was still a little nervous.
"Are you feeling all right? Your cheeks are the same color as your favorite panties," he said, smiling when her cheeks darkened even more.
She laughed. "I think you might be a bad influence on me."
He refilled her glass and asked, "Would you like the nickel tour?"
"There's more, is there?" she joked.
"Oh, so much more."
He pointed to the kitchen area. "That apparently is where you are supposed to cook. But I prefer having someone cook for me."
"The living room, you've seen. And that leaves the bedroom."
He snatched up the bottle of wine, took her by the hand, and led her to the bedroom.
Once inside, Steve sat on the edge of his king-sized bed. Carol stood in front of him, glancing around her.
"Take off your blouse."
She should have objected or showed some resistance, but instead unbuttoned the blouse slowly and let if fall to the floor.
"Now the bra."
She unhooked it and as the bra started to fall, reveling her breasts, she moved to cover them with her hands. She felt his hand on her arm, "You must never cover them when we are alone."
He pulled her closer and gave her right nipple a soft, wet French kiss. She felt his breath cross her chest as he gave equal attention to her now-erect left nipple.
She tilted her head back and let out a soft moan.