They drove to an Italian restaurant he had frequented in the past.
Once there, they ate and spoke about his book some more, but this time Gwen was not taking notes. She was fascinated by him. The conversation wasn’t all about science, as the wine flowed between courses. They spoke about college life which turned to living alone and relationships and coping with life in general.
Gwen learned quite a bit about Brock, who was very open and honest about his life. She felt as though she had known him for years. She felt her shyness slipping away, as her feelings for him grew with every passing minute. She wasn’t sure if it was just a girlish infatuation or something else, but she enjoyed her time with the gorgeous author.
When the meal was over and the last of the wine had been consumed, Gwen felt her head buzzing a little. Feeling a bit tipsy, she was glad that Brock had his car, since she was unsure how she would get back to her off-campus apartment. Sure, Brock drank also, but something told her, now that it was too late, that he probably didn’t have as much wine as she did.
“Thank you for a lovely evening,” Gwen said, feeling more relaxed than when she first met Brock.
“You’re welcome. Calling it a night?” he asked with a radiant smile.
“I just assumed you had other plans. I’m sure you’re a busy man,” said Gwen, not trying to wear out her welcome.
“True. I am busy, but I am also free the rest of the night. I mean, it’s up to you, of course,” explained Brock, as he pulled out his wallet to pay for their dinner.
Gwen thought about it for a moment. She didn’t want to impose, but the idea of spending more time with Brock was both exciting and arousing. She was getting worked up inside, trying hard to not let it show. She didn’t want to appear easy, but she was obviously turned on by Brock and hoped he felt the same way about her.
He represented both a crush of sorts, as well as a fantasy lover. To be with him would be wonderful, she imagined, but needed to keep those thoughts in check, just in case he wasn’t feeling the same thing as her. However, he did ask her what she wanted to do. The ball was seemingly in her court.
“Sure I wouldn’t be bothering you?” asked Gwen timidly, not sure where she stood.
“Seriously? Of course not. I’d love for our evening to continue,” assured Brock, giving his winning smile to Gwen.
“Okay, as long as it’s all right with you,” she agreed, exhaling loudly.
"Sure. I have a nice hotel room nearby, just me and a big old bed," he explained.
"Sounds better than the one room apartment I have off campus," said Gwen, feeling a little silly.
"Sounds better than my college days. I had to share a room with two other guys. It was smaller than the room I have at the hotel." Brock chuckled at the memory.
"Wow!" exclaimed Gwen, having trouble imagining him as a struggling student.
They ended up talking about college days past, present and future again while driving back to the hotel. In that time they grew closer, as the pair realized how much they enjoyed each other's company. Brock was sure to flirt with Gwen at every turn, while she became more comfortable with his advances. She even made a few risque comments of her own, clearly loosening up as time passed.
They arrived at the hotel, and Gwen stepped out of the car and looked around. She was impressed by how nice it looked from the outside. She figured between his work in Chemistry and becoming a best-selling author, Brock had the means to afford such a nice place.
They traveled up to his floor, the twelfth, by elevator. There was a rich-looking elderly couple with them, but that didn't stop Brock. The whole ride up he playfully rubbed Gwen's back, his hand sliding up and down. She smiled at him, hoping the other couple wouldn't notice. When they got to their floor the old gentlemen scanned Gwen's body up and down and gave a knowing wink to Brock.
They entered Brock's room and Gwen was amazed. It was beautiful, from the wall fixtures to the furniture to the plush carpeting to the view of the city from the expansive windows. It was really swanky, nothing she could ever afford in her wildest dreams. It was simply breathtaking, and Gwen found herself with her mouth hanging open, taking it all in.
"Can I get you anything?" asked Brock, as he turned on the lights.
"Wow! Nice place," said Gwen, still staring at every tiny detail. "Pretty cool, huh?” Brock said as he came up behind her. He turned her around to face him, and stared intently into her eyes. His face drew closer to hers until it was just inches away. “I’m going to kiss you,” he stated softly, as his lips found Gwen’s. Gwen let out a sigh as she hungrily returned his kiss. She threw her arms around his neck as his circled her back and pulled her closer. Gwen thought she must be dreaming, as this was her favorite fantasy. But this was real! She was actually kissing Dr. Brock Brinkman, and in his hotel room. Gwen thought she might faint.
As if he sensed her lightheadedness, Brock pulled away. He smiled at Gwen. “I'm going to jump in the shower. Do you mind?" asked Brock, nonchalantly.
“No, that’s fine,” she replied. Gwen was caught off-guard by Brock, who wanted to take a shower while she waited. Normally, she would consider that rude, but since it was him, it seemed to be okay.
Actually, better than okay, since she now thought of him wet and naked. She blushed at the thought.
"Go ahead. I'll join you in just a minute," replied Gwen, only half kidding.
She heard the shower turn on as the butterflies started to flutter in her stomach. Gwen started debating with herself if she should barge into the bathroom, strip off her clothes, and join Brock in the shower. In the end she chickened out, her nerves getting the best of her. Instead, she waited patiently for Brock to finish.
After a couple of minutes he emerged from the bathroom, wearing a hotel bathrobe. It was a plush, navy blue robe that hung just above his knees. Gwen wondered if he was wearing anything underneath it, as he walked over to her.
“Nice and clean,” commented Brock, flashing that delicious smile of his once again.
Gwen stood just inches from him and could smell the softly perfumed soap he used in the shower. His body smelled fresh and clean, making it almost intoxicating. By this time Gwen was starting to think that Brock’s scent was getting her drunker than the wine she had earlier at dinner.
“Ever kiss a man in a bathrobe before?” asked Brock boldly, hovering over Gwen by a good eight inches.
“No. I can’t say I have,” she smiled back at him innocently, butterflies working overtime in her stomach.
Brock scooped up Gwen, cradling her in his arms. He gave her a deep, longing kiss before dropping her young body on the bed. Gwen gave a few bounces before spreading herself out on Brock's bed. She lay there, spread-eagle and waiting for her older lover. Brock stood there looking at her for a moment, noticing how beautiful she appeared.
"Wow! You look good enough to eat," Brock said in his silky voice with a huge, devilish grin.
"Thank you," she replied, smiling back at Brock. She could not believe her fantasies were about to come true. She’d dreamed of having Brock for a lover, and now it was actually happening.
Brock grabbed Gwen’s pants by the waistband and gave them a sudden yank. She helped by lifting herself off the bed, as she wiggled free. Gwen then pulled her shirt over her head, lying on the bed in just her bra and panties. She was very turned on by his sudden aggressiveness.
“Wow! You are beautiful!” exclaimed Brock, looking down at his young lover.
Brock practically dove headfirst between Gwen's legs, kissing her softly all around her inner thighs. He could smell her inviting scent from between her creamy thighs. It was intoxicating, and Brock wanted more of it, so he moved up closer. He then slowly pulled down her lacy panties.
"Stop that. You're making me…"
Brock cut her off by plunging face first into her waiting pussy. He opened his mouth and used his expert tongue to trace the outside of her plump vaginal lips, licking her softly and fully. Brock nuzzled into her reddish mound, taking in her aroma. How he loved the smell of a woman, with no perfume or anything else to mask her pure scent.