Life had a way of constantly intruding on my extracurricular "studies" with my beautiful landlady so that it was nearly a week before we were both free on the same night.
That's not to say that we didn't see each other, but it was limited to a few words at the breakfast table most mornings. One thing I'd been told was that if her study door was shut, I was not to bother her, and that week it was shut a lot, whenever she was home, actually. The weekend had seen guest in the house and me making myself scarce, as requested. I had a huge project that had to be done before the Christmas break, so I was in the library most nights until they booted me out.
Regardless, I was getting incredibly horny by the time the seventh day with no Laurel had passed. Part of my problem was my own youthful male libido, but part of it was a burning curiosity to find out what was next in her special syllabus.
Wednesday morning, Laurel was about to leave the house when I wondered down to breakfast. I had a 10 o'clock class and slept in. Coming downstairs, I still had my bathrobe on, partly out of laziness, but also to see how Laurel would respond.
She paused with her hand on the doorknob. "Derek, good morning!"
I mumbled something about it being not all that great.
"I'm finally finished with what I've been locked up working on over the past few days. Do you have much work to do this evening?"
"Nothing earth-shatteringly important that can't wait," I lied.
"Well make sure the unimportant work is completed by 6:00. I'd like to have a quick dinner and then a special time with you." She put down her briefcase and walked over to me. Pulling my head down, she said into my ear, "I've had such an itch for you the best three days, you can't imagine."
Her hand snaked into my robe and gave my stiffening cock a healthy squeeze and a tug. "I'm going to be thinking of this all day long in my meetings. It will keep me from falling asleep." She went to the door again and smiled back at me. "Dinner at 6:00 then. Don't be late."
"Should I dress for dinner?" I said, joking.
Laurel thought for a moment. "No. I'd like you to be naked."
With that, she was gone, and I spent the whole day of classes, struggling to keep dirty thoughts out of my mind.
The biggest question in my mind was what she'd meant the previous week with her comment about her "little sanctum". I'd been down to the basement to do laundry twice since then and there
was
a locked door, but where it was located could only mean it was a closet of some kind. The door looked very strong and very old, but the lock on it was new.
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The call for dinner came promptly at 6:00, and as requested, I hustled down in just my birthday suit. In order to up the ante, I made sure I had a raging boner which Laurel greeted with a huge smile as I entered the dining room. She was still in her work clothes.
"I'm glad to see you've missed me," she said with a grin.
I went over to her in an attempt to embrace her, but she turned her face so my kiss landed on her cheek. Her hands lay on my chest so that I couldn't pull her close.
"Whoa, there, Tiger! We still have supper to get through."
Slightly disappointed, I sat down at the table. It was a beautiful thing made of thick glass and my cock was so rampant and longed it pushed against the underside. Tonight, there was no tablecloth or placemat. The empty plate was also glass.
Laurel emerged from the kitchen with a tray with two covered dishes. Standing to my left she lifted the cover from the first dish. It had two filet mignons with a mushroom sauce. The smell was heavenly. As she served me, her free hand went under the table and stroked my erection sort of offhandedly. The second dish had asparagus with almonds. Again there was a bit of stroking.
She then quickly served herself and sat.
Handing me a lighter, she asked, "Would you light the candles, Derek?"
I had to slide my chair back a bit to stand because of the width of the table.
"Careful of your willy, dear," Laurel said wryly, "you wouldn't want to get him in your dinner."
I looked at her as I sat down again. "How come I have to be naked and you're not?"
Seated to my left at the end of the table, I saw Laurel's gaze drift downwards. "I think it's rather nice to look at my dessert while I'm eating dinner. Can you imagine being the only naked person in a room full of women?"
The thought of something that nasty made my cock throb.
"I thought so," she said, then looked up. "Now eat your meal. I'm afraid it's already a bit cold."
As always, Laurel's cooking was a revelation. I wondered how she could whip up something so delicious in less than an hour.
Throughout the meal, we chitchatted about school, the weather, politics, anything but sex, but somehow my erection would not subside completely. Perhaps it had something to do with the way Laurel kept staring at it, or the fact that she had undone a few buttons on her blouse and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. No matter what the topic, I was keenly aware that less than five feet away the most desirable woman I'd ever seen was sitting, and that soon I would once again get to see her naked and enjoy her body .
"Have you been exercising at all?" Laurel asked as she pushed her empty plate away and picked up her wine.
"The gym is always so darned crowded. It makes it easier to lose interest when you have to wait to use anything. And then all the jocks are around and I'm not the most muscular person."
"And the coeds, I suppose they're around, too?"
I shrugged. "They don't notice me."
Laurel's expression was thoughtful. "Oh I doubt that very much." She drained her glass and stood. "I have an exercise machine in my bedroom. Perhaps we could stick it in one of the spare bedrooms. Then you could use it whenever you want."
"I would be very grateful. I think it's time I got myself in shape."
"I certainly wouldn't mind seeing a bit more muscle definition. As long as a man doesn't go overboard with it, muscles can be a real turn-on."
"I'll remember that," I answered and my cock was once again completely hard as I thought of Laurel on her knees in front of me, turned on by my body -- and worshipping my cock.
She got to her feet. "I'm going to go down to the basement and get things ready while you clear the table. Wait until I call before you come down, please."
Even though I worked slowly, it still took only ten minutes to clean things up. No sound came up the basement stairs and I had to cool my jets for another five minutes or so before I heard a distant, "Okay, come on down!"
The heavy door in the corner of the basement was open and I could see that it led to a narrow corridor moving to the right which would have meant whatever was down there was under the patio between the two wings of the house.
The room I entered was the size of the patio above and must have been built at the same time. That would make the space large, maybe 30x30. Except for the door, no one would know anything was there. At the far end was a small curtain. I wondered fleetingly what lay behind it.
My attention had been fleeting because there was so much else to look at in that large area. First, everything was lit by candlelight. They were everywhere: on the walls, on several tables spread around the room. In one corner were several comfortable-looking chairs and sofas with a small bar against the wall. Another corner had a wooden floor. There was a carpeted raised area with what looked like a huge mattress on it. This was enclosed by diaphanous curtains in multiple colors. The fourth corner had no candles and was cloaked in shadow. I hoped the mattress corner was where we were going to spend our evening.
The walls of the room were stone as was the floor, but even though it was the middle of December, it wasn't the slightest bit chilly. As a matter of fact, the stones under my feet felt slightly warm. I looked down at them.
