The widow's hot job

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Boy, did I score," Ken was telling the guys at the office.

They listened in lusty fascination as the young salesman described last night's date with Patty in lurid detail.

The married men were eating their hearts out, wishing they were free to have a wild evening with the beautiful blonde receptionist. And the office manager, Arthur Jensen, was eating his heart out also, but not because he was married.

He wasn't.

Arthur just knew that he wasn't young and handsome and macho enough to interest a girl like Patty. There weren't many girls who were interested in him, and the ones he managed to date were dogs. He ached to have an affair with an attractive woman, but he'd just about given up on the idea.

However, as he listened to Ken telling about all the exciting things he'd done last night with Patty, he couldn't contain his longing. He'd give anything to have an experience like that. He figured there was a ninety-nine per cent chance that Patty would refuse to go out with him, but he decided to try.

He knew the pretty widow always came back early from lunch, so he cut his own lunch hour short and waited for her, his heart hammering. Arthur was almost positive he was going to be turned down, even laughed at, but he also knew he'd never forgive himself if he didn't at least try to get a date with Patty.

Meanwhile, Arthur Jensen was the last man on Patty's mind. She had her eye on Phil Traynor, another of the salesmen, and she wasn't surprised when Phil tagged along after her when she went to lunch. She accepted his offer to buy lunch, and as they ate she waited for him to make his move.

He was so handsome, she thought, tall and blond and cute. He had a terrific body, too. He worked out at a gym every day, he said. Then as he reached for the salt and pepper, Patty froze. For the first, time, she noticed that he was wearing a wedding ring.

His timing was lousy. As Patty stared in horror at the ring, Phil leered at her and said: "How about seeing me tonight, honey? I could get away for a couple of hours."

Patty sighed loudly. "I'm so sorry, Phil," she said. "But I just noticed your wedding ring, and I don't date married men."

"Damn!" he said. "I should have slipped it in my pocket."

That was a pretty sneaky attitude, Patty thought, and it confirmed her resolve not to go out with him or any other guy who was married. There were plenty of single men to date, so why take the chance of getting involved with a man she couldn't have or risk hurting his wife and kids?

Yet Patty regretted that she wasn't going to have a date that evening. She left the restaurant and returned to the office alone. She was surprised to find Arthur Jensen, the office manager, sitting on the edge of her desk, waiting for her. Her heart leaped into her throat. She hoped he hadn't been delegated by Clark to fire her.

"Hi, Patty," he said shyly.

"Hi, Arthur," she replied, forcing a smile. "What can I do for you?"

He hesitated before answering as if it wasn't easy for him to say what he had to say. Patty really looked at him for the first time. He was a skinny guy with thinning hair and rimless glasses, maybe around thirty-five, and he was shy and awkward. But he had nice features, and somehow she liked him.

"I'm sure you'll say no, Patty," he said at last. "But I have to ask. Are you go to the movies with me this evening?"

"Of course, Arthur," Patty said impulsively.

"You will?" he cried.

"Sure," she said, grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil. "Here's my address. Oh, by the way – you're not married, are you?"

"Me?" he said with a bitter chuckle. "Nope."

After he went to wondered what had made her accept a date with him. She certainly wasn't attracted to him. But she liked and pitied him, and she didn't want to be alone tonight. Even dating Arthur Jensen would be better than spending an evening without a man.

He showed up at her apartment promptly at seven, and Patty asked him in for a drink. She really didn't care if they saw the movie or not. She just wanted company, and if Arthur aroused her at all, she wanted to make love. It had been twenty-four hours since her last sexual experience, and she was feeling very horny.

They sat on the couch and sipped their drinks, and he shyly looked her over. He wanted her, all right. Did she want him? Patty decided she wouldn't know until they'd at least kissed. She wanted to know what his technique was like. So she slid closer to him, till their thighs were touching.

"I bet you'd like to kiss me, wouldn't you, Arthur?" she purred.

"Yes, Patty, I would," he sighed.

"Then do it," she said.

He turned red. Then he set aside his drink and kissed her – a very timid little peck on the lips. Patty felt him shivering with lust, but he managed to control it when he kissed her. She drew back, very disappointed.

"Arthur, put some lust in it," she demanded. "I was afraid you'd get mad," he said. "Not at all," Patty assured him. "Let yourself go. Kiss me the way you really want to."

Arthur was sure she'd slap his face if he did that, but at least he'd have gotten one real kiss out of the evening. He went for it. He grabbed her and pulled her roughly against him, then shoved his tongue in her mouth.

That was more like it, Patty thought. She slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, darting her tongue over his. He shivered and moaned, and she started creaming. He explored her mouth with his tongue till they were both panting and had to come up for air.

"Mmmmmmmm, that was much better, Arthur."

"Call me Art," he said boldly. "May I do it again?"

"Sure, Art, go ahead," she grinned.

They started kissing up a storm, exchanging hot darting tongues, pawing each other. His kissing was a little clumsy but very eager, and she knew the mousy little guy could be made into a first-class lover. The idea appealed to her a lot. Why not spend the evening training him?

When they surfaced again, Patty said: "You're getting me pretty excited, Art. Why don't we just skip the movies and stay here and have some fun?"

"Uh, what kind of fun, Patty?" he said.

"The same kind of fun we've been having," she laughed. "Making out, getting it on."

"I must be dreaming," he said.

"Oh, no, you're not," she said. "And I'll prove it."

She started unbuttoning her dress down the front. His eyes got huge behind his rimless glasses, Patty she was and thought going to see steam coming out of his ears. She shrugged the dress down to her waist, and he ogled the fully packed cups of her bra.

The bra had a front catch, and she popped it open. The cups snapped apart, and her big firm tits tumbled out, wobbling enticingly. Mt gave a hoarse groan and swallowed hard as he studied the big creamy globes and her lust stiffened pink nipples. He acted like he'd never seen tits before.

He seemed to turn into a statue, his eyes huge and fixed. He wasn't moving, hardly even breathing, as he ogled the most gorgeous pair of tits he'd ever seen. Patty began to squirm with impatience.

"Art," she said, "when a lady shows you her tits, she wants you to play with them."

He shook himself out of his paralysis, blushing hard. "Gosh, Patty, I'd love to play with your tits," he said. "But I don't know how. I've, uh, never had that opportunity before."

"Then I'd better teach you," Patty said eagerly.

She grabbed his hands and placed them on her firm hot tits. Holding her hands over his, she showed him how to mold and squeeze and caress the tender flesh. He was shivering and panting as he fondled her magnificent tits.

"There," she said. "Now you try it."

She took her hands away and let him solo. He did fine. More and more, Patty suspected that the guy was a natural, that he instinctively knew just how to arouse a woman. He didn't realize it, but he could become a fantastic lover. It was going to be so much fun teaching him!

"Mmmmmmmmm, yesssss, Art, you're doing great," she whispered.

As he worked her swelling tits into tautness with his light but sexy touch, Patty sneaked a glance at his fly. It was obscenely tented, to her delight. She creamed heavily, a hot spurt of cunt juice that soaked through her panties. She was more than ready to take a nice hard cock.

But that would happen later. First she wanted to teach the shy office manager all the ways of turning a woman on. He was doing great with her tits, but how would he do with her pussy? She took one of his hands and slipped it up under her dress.

"Girls like to be touched here, too, honey," she purred.

Art couldn't believe this was happening to him. The gorgeous receptionist was not only coming on to him, she was pushing his hand up her skirt, urging him to play with her pussy. It was all too good to be true. It was like one of his jack-off fantasies come to life.

But he figured that even if he was dreaming all of it, he could enjoy it. So with one hand he teasingly thumbed her big nipples into total stiffness, and with the other hand he found her hot steamy pussy, cupping it through the moist crotch of her panties.

"Unnnnnnhhh, Art, yesssss," she hissed.

He was rhythmically squeezing her cunt mound through her panties, turning her on like crazy. The guy had a talent, all right. He knew just what to do with her pussy when he found it. She started creaming steadily into his hand. Art felt the hot sticky pussy juice and knew he was turning her on. He could hardly believe it. He'd never done foreplay with a woman before. He went to hookers now and then and got laid, but they were always too busy for foreplay. And the women he'd dated wouldn't even kiss him good night.

So basically the shy office manager had done a lot of coming on and a lot of fucking, but nothing in between. This was his first experience of slowly and deliciously arousing a woman, and he was really getting off on it. While he squeezed Patty's steaming cunt, he stuck out his tongue and lashed it all over her stiff and sensitive nipples.

"Mmmmmm, yeah, honey, I love that," she gurgled. "I'd like you to suck them, too."

Art opened his mouth and slid it down around her left nipple, taking the long rigid nub inside and sucking it loudly and greedily. Patty slumped back against the couch and gurgled and squealed with excitement. She was so glad now that she'd accepted a date with Art.

In fact, she couldn't even remember why she'd hesitated. He was no movie star when it came to looks, but he adored her. He knew how to turn her on, and he was fun to fool around with. Looks didn't matter when a guy could get her this excited.

He sucked one engorged nipple, then the other, and all the while he was massaging her cunt slit through her panties and driving her wild. Patty couldn't contain her excitement any longer. She grabbed her panties and practically ripped them off, then tucked her skirt up out of the way. Art stared hungrily at her juicy pink pussy slit and its fine fringe of golden curls.

"Now you can really play with it, Art," she purred.

"Just show me what to do," he said eagerly. Patty folded back the lush fur of her cunt bush and showed him the small hooded lump of her clit. "That's my clit," she said, "the most sensitive spot a woman has. We love to be touched there. Here's one way you can do it."

She took his finger and sawed it gently but steadily back and forth over her clit. He got the perfect touch right away. As he went at it alone, Patty moaned with delight and thick hot cream gushed from her hotly aroused pussy hole and trickled down over her ass crack.

"Oooooooo, yeah!" she cried. "Keep doing that, honey – make me come."

Art damned near came, himself, when she said that. He still couldn't believe he wasn't dreaming, yet her flowing cunt juice was real enough, scalding and sticky on his finger as he massaged her violently throbbing clit. He stared at her naked pussy and felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

He'd never expected her to go out with him, let alone get it on with him. But this beautiful girl was hot as a pistol and obviously needing him to get her off. Art was delighted to oblige. He rubbed her clit faster and faster, and she threw back her head and moaned in ecstasy. She soaked his sawing finger with molten floods of cunt cream.

"Just a little more, Art. I'm almost there." Art's cock attempted to buck its way free from his pants. His balls felt ready to explode. He watched intently as Patty reached out and showed him how to get her off. She had him mold her clit between his thumb and forefinger and knead it.

"Oh, yeah, keep doing that," she panted. Art rolled her pulsating clit between his fingers and watched as she rocketed into orbit. First she flooded his fingers with a steady rush of sizzling pussy juice, then she went absolutely still for a few seconds as the first heavy jolts of orgasm ripped through her body. Finally she started convulsing hard.

"Ohhhhhh, God, yesssss, I'm coming!" she howled.

Art beamed with pride. He'd wanted to make her come hard, and he'd succeeded. Her body was rocking with orgasmic convulsions, her big tits bouncing and wobbling. Molten cream poured from her pussy to soak his whole hand. She kept on convulsing for nearly a minute.

"Oh, shit, I needed that," she sighed.

"I bet you need more," Art said eagerly. "Show me another way to get you off."

Patty grinned and took his hand. She guided his thick middle finger into her cunt and jerked it up and down like a stiff cock. It was a very simple technique, and of course he mastered it right away. She took her hand away and let him finger-fuck her, gurgling with delight.

"Mmmmm, yesss, perfect," she moaned. "Keep doing that to me, honey, and I'll come like crazy."

She really needed something stiff moving in her cunt. She would have preferred a cock, but she wanted to bring Art along step by step, as if he was actually seducing a date. She wanted to do things right. She knew she'd be taking his cock later, anyway. His hard-on was still making a huge obscene bulge in his pants.

Her features twisted into a lusty grimace, and her big blue eyes rolled. She was moaning and creaming steadily as Art fucked his finger fast and deep in her velvety pussy hole. She was flying effortlessly towards another orgasm.

"Mmmmmm, so fuckin' good," she said. Art was going crazy feeling the inside of her cunt. It was deliciously tight yet slick with cream, and it was velvety and very hot. He ached to get his cock in there. He didn't know if she'd let him go that far, however. He decided to just enjoy what he had.

That was plenty. It was as far as he'd ever gotten with a date. He'd never masturbated a woman before or sucked her tits, and he was enjoying hell out of it. He felt Patty's sizzling pussy hole tightening around his finger, and then suddenly it was going into spasms, clamping like a vise. His whole hand was deluged with a thick flood of her cunt cream.

"Unnnnhhh, baby, you did it to meeeee!" she screamed. "Ohhhhhhhh, shit, I'm coming so good!"

Again Art almost came in his pants. He was excited out of his mind as he felt her cunt convulsing around his jerking finger. He thought how fantastic that hot action would feel around his cock. Would the beautiful receptionist let him fuck her? He doubted it, yet he hoped to fuck her.

Patty went on climaxing for a full minute her body rocked by the delicious spasms. Then she went still, slumping back against the couch and panting for breath. Reluctantly, Art slipped his soaked finger out of her cunt. He'd gotten her off twice, and she was probably satisfied and through for the evening.

"Art, that was very good," she said, her voice husky with lust. "That was very nice for openers. Now let's go to my bedroom and get serious."