Chapter 4
She had just finished her second showers of the day and stepped out from behind the shower curtain, standing dripping wet on her blue mat; part of the bathroom set that included a seat cover and shower curtain.
Hot, moist steam filled the room leaving a dense cloud of dew clinging to the mirror. Her entire body tingled to the slight chill that came over her as she stepped out from the hot stream of water still splashing into the bath tub.
Reaching in, she turned both nobs clockwise and sat down on the toilet seat. She picked up one foot, crossed it over the other knee, dried off the toes and put toe nail polish, a deep red coat, on each nail. She repeated the same with the other foot.
Carol opened the bathroom door and felt the sudden blast of cold air rush in, chilling her skin. The water droplets left from the shower were just about gone, and she patted the few remaining ones with a soft bath towel.
What was she going to do with her hair? Be-cause of the weather, she decided to comb it up. Always looked best that way when it was hot and damp. Anything else would kink on her.
In the bedroom, she stood in front of the mirror, mounted on the inside of the open closet door. She had so much to wear, she didn't know what to wear. Fingering a few dresses, she picked something simple and threw it on the bed and pulled a pair of white hair-line bikini panties from the drawer and put them on. Leaving them half way between her knees and hips, she powdered her mound of black pussy hair with a seductive powder. If he could get past her sweet smell, she was making sure he would without any trouble, he'd have it licked. In a matter of minutes, she was done. And just in time, because the door buzzer rang as she finished with her lip gloss.
"Welcome to my humble abode," she said, opening the door. "Your wish is my every command. Within limits, of course," she added after an obvious pause.
"Classy joint." He walked in looking around. "Can't pay for this on a teacher's meager pittance. Who's keeping you?"
"Now, now, mustn't give out those trade secrets, you know."
They laughed and she gave him a tall double Bloody Mary on the rocks, took one for herself and gave him the fifty cent tour of the apartment for only a quarter.
"What time are our reservations? Don't want to be late and lose them."
"Fear not ... our table will be waiting what-ever time we get there," he answered, toasting his empty glass for a refill.
"The gent's got class," she said, refilling his drink. "Real class, he does."
Handing him a second chilled glass, she sat down taking off her shoes and tucking her feet under her legs. "Hey, all kidding aside, really ... stop smiling at me like that ... Let me be serious ... It isn't necessary for you to take me out to dinner ... I do appreciate it. Really." She touched his glass and sipped the drink. It was good. She began to feel the effects of her old family recipe.
Carol was happy and relaxed and she could tell by the way she talked. She made a point not to do a lot of talking and just sat staring at his big, beautiful eyes, listening to him rap about any-thing and everything.
The more she drank, the better he started to look and the more she started to glance down to where his penis was cradled in his pants. She could see it resting up against his body. Another couple of drinks, who knows, she'd bend over and kiss it on the head. It was gigantic even though it wasn't erected. And beneath, she caught the out-line of his monsterous balls that budged out from his double knit navy blue slacks.
"Are you listening?"
She looked up. "Of course I am. What do you think, I was raised in a barn or something. I got couth and I'm never imbolite." The Vodka had turned Impolite into Imbolite. A couple more and she was going to turn into something else. Her bedroom.
"Look what's happening to me. I've got a man in my apartment, a stranger to boot, and I'm losing control of myself." As she finished talking, she bent over and kissed him lightly on the lips and pulled back a few inches, staring up into his eyes. Neither one uttered a word, only looked, talking with their eyes. Together they slowly searched for each other's lips and met. She spread her lips a hair and he responded, inserting his tongue into her moist cavity.
"Hey," she called out pulling away and standing up. She took a long swallow and then another. "I think we'd better be going. Don't you?"
The room was silent. Paul didn't say a word foe a minute and only took a swallow, finishing his drink. Pulling his, eyes away from hers, he looked down, watching his first finger of the left hand slide around the slick rim of the thin necked glass.
He looked up. Different now, not the fun loving Paul she had always been used to, but a somber serious Paul that was turning his insides out and dropping his "I've got the world by the balls" attitude. She felt love for the Paul she was looking down at. She wanted to know more about him.
Realizing what was going on, he broke a smile and stood up. "Yep, you're right," he joked! "Let's get going so we don't miss anything. And you know what ... I think we're going to make it. I'd make book on it."
She caught what he'd said but decided to drop it and not make any cute comments. Time would tell. "Okay, the glasses are in the sink, you lead the way. I'm starved."
"Follow me."
"He opened the door and walked down the hall to the elevator and pressed the button. Carol locked the door and met him waiting for her with one foot jammed up against the steel door, keeping it from closing.
Inside, the doors closed and the elevator began to move. Why was it moving up instead of down. Her heart pounded.
"Mind filling me in?," she asked, half knowing the answer in advance, but wanting to hear it from his own lips.
"No, be glad to. With the weather still bad and unhealthy, I became concerned about taking care not to spoil your body and decided to eat in ... at my place."
"Just one condition," she said sternly, staring him straight between the eyes."
"Name it."
"Only if you wash and I dry."