There was applause for that suggestion, and Brook laughed and said: "Well, hell, why not? The first chance I get today, I'll ask her out."
He got his chance as people were coming back from lunch. Brook was always prompt in returning because he wanted to impress Mr. Clark, and Patty knew she didn't dare be late. So they found themselves entering the office at the same time.
Patty smiled at Brook and hungrily took in the sight of his tall, perfectly built body. He was the hunk of her dreams, big and handsome and super masculine. He was the kind of guy she wanted to fuck when she got the chance. It would be so exciting to fuck with an attractive man her own age.
Brook was taking her in, too. She was a little over average height, fantastically built, and with a beautiful face and long light-blond hair. A guy would have to be pretty out of it, or just not interested in girls, not to get excited about Patty. Mentally, he undressed her and felt his cock stiffening.
"How's the job going, Patty?" he asked.
"I've got a lot to learn, Brook," she admitted with a smile. "But if I can last one more week, I think I'll be okay."
"Well, everybody's delighted to be looking at you instead of Miss Graves," he assured her. "By the way, what are you doing tonight? If you're free, I'd like to take you to dinner."
Patty almost squealed with delight. "Why, Brook, I'd love that," she said. "When would you like to pick me up?"
Brook would have liked to pick her up right then and there, carry her to his apartment, and fuck her silly. But he settled for seven o'clock. Patty went home humming to herself. Brook aroused her like crazy, and she knew that whatever he wanted, she'd give him. What woman would want to hold out with a guy like him?
Patty took a long shower, then dressed in a low-cut black evening gown that showed off her incredible figure. She knew she looked great, and Brook's eyes confirmed the fact when he came together. He took her to one of the nicest restaurants in the city, and afterwards they went dancing. Patty got wildly turned on as she pressed herself against his hard masculine body.
Naturally, when he took her home, she invited him into her apartment for a nightcap. She wasn't letting this hunk get away early. Brook eagerly accepted, and she mixed them a couple of martinis. They sat on the couch together, sipped their drinks, and watched the lights of the city through the big picture window.
"I didn't know till tonight that you just lost your husband," Brook said. "I guess you must be feeling pretty lonely."
Not now, Patty thought. But aloud she said: "Yes, Brook, I do feel very lonely. I don't like not having a man around."
She hoped the hint would be taken, and it was. Brook leaned over and kissed her. He started out gently but soon tried more daring things, darting his tongue suggestively in and out of her mouth. Patty creamed right through her panties.
She was so up for this. Of course, she'd been up for fucking with Henry, too, but at the time any stiff cock would have done the job for her. Now she wanted a man who was young and cute, a guy who really aroused her. Brook was perfect.
She darted her tongue back at his, letting him know she wanted him. He set aside their drinks and really got to work, pulling her tightly against him and shoving his whole tongue into her mouth. Patty was creaming and trembling uncontrollably.
As they came up for air, Brook murmured: "Yes, you really do need a man around Patty. I can tell you like to make love."
"Oh, yes, Brook, I really do," she panted. "And I've missed it so much."
Brook's cock mushroomed, crowding his pants. This gorgeous big-titted blond was as much as telling him that she wanted to fuck. She'd made it clear that she needed some loving desperately and that she wanted him. But he knew that, like most women, she didn't want to be rushed, either.
Brook knew just what to do. That was why he was such a success with women. He went on kissing Patty, getting her hotter and hotter, and when she was trembling with excitement, he slipped down the top of her gown. As he'd suspected, she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her big creamy tits popped free of the dress and stuck out nice and firm. He'd never seen a nicer pair of tits. The large cone-shaped nipples were a delicate light pink. Growling, he reached out and cupped the heavy hot tit globes, and as he began squeezing them, Patty slumped back against the couch and gurgled with delight.
"Oh, yeah, Brook, play with my tits," she panted. "I love that."
Brook's cock tried to rip its way out of his pants. But he didn't hurry. Patty wanted to be slowly and deliciously worked up to the point where she couldn't control herself. He knew most women liked to be courted that way. And Brook liked spinning things out, too. He never liked to rush something as fun as fucking. So he took his time, fondling her tits in a leisurely and sensuous way.
Patty stared adoringly at his handsome face, then down at his big hands as he fondled her tits. He used his thumbs expertly to coax her big sensitive nipples into stiffness. Then he leaned down, stuck out his tongue, and started licking the erect nubs. Patty moaned with pleasure.
"Mmmmmmm, yeah, that feels so exciting," she panted.
This man turned her on totally. She couldn't resist him and didn't want to. If he'd asked her to fuck hanging from the rafters, she wouldn't have hesitated. Any kinky thing Brook asked of her tonight, she'd gladly do it.
She'd been wanting to fuck a guy like him ever since she was a teenager. Instead, she'd married a man old enough to be her grandfather. Carl had been a very nice guy, and she'd loved him sincerely, but all during their ten-year marriage she'd secretly lusted after guys her own age.
Now at last she was going to have one. Brook was being a gentleman, bringing her along slowly, but she saw that enormous lump in his pants and knew he wasn't leaving her apartment till he'd done something about it. And that was just fine with Patty!
"Brook, you're getting me so turned on," she gurgled.
"That's the whole idea," he grinned.
He pushed her big hot tits together, lining up the engorged nipples till they rubbed each other. Then he slid his hot steamy mouth down around both nipples and started to suck. Patty almost flew off the couch. With a hoarse cry of pleasure, she sank back, completely submissive, lacing her fingers through Brook's thick dark hair. He loudly and greedily sucked her nipples till she was panting and squealing with arousal. "Unnnhhh, Brook, I can't take much more," she moaned. "I'll go crazy if I don't get off."
He released her spit-soaked nipples and said: "Well, I'd better do something about that right away. Direct me to the bedroom."
He scooped her up in his arms, and Patty told him where the bedroom was. She reached out and switched on the light as they entered the room. For just a second, she felt a touch of guilt. There was the king-size bed she'd shared with Carl for the whole ten years of their marriage, and she was about to bring another man into it.
But Carl was dead now and she was free, Patty reminded herself. She wasn't expected to do without sex for the rest of her life just because she was a widow. She forgot her guilt and even forgot Carl as Brook stood her up and removed her evening gown the rest of the way. She wasn't wearing anything under it but skimpy bikini panties, and Brook made short work of those, too.
Then Patty helped him undress. Those damned three-piece suits were attractive but maddening to get off quickly. She finally got him stripped, then stood back to admire his powerful male body. He looked like a centerfold out of a woman's magazine – the most attractive man she'd ever seen in her life.
Her eyes drifted down to his cock. He was very nicely hung, his engorged prick so heavy that it weaved and wagged lewdly before him. She thought about taking that long thick slab of cock meat into her starved pussy hole, and she creamed helplessly, the pearly juice overflowing her cunt and running down her legs.