Nick Eastwood - The widow_s hot job

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.