Natasha still had much desk work to do for Gavin that morning, but she breezed right through it, determined to get it out of the way before lunch. She naturally hoped to spend her mid-day meal with her boss, having "snacked" on his cum earlier that day. The whole idea of her new relationship with Mr. Brock, as well as his plans for her and the entire company, was enough to make her wet between her thighs. She was horny after her recent divorce and eager to fuck a man, especially Gavin.
"Natasha, dear, it's time for lunch. Come with me, baby," her boss instructed her, or was that his voice in her head?
"Yes, sir! I'll be right there, Mr. Brock," she replied enthusiastically.
"That's good, but none of this 'Mr. Brock' business anymore, alright? I'm 'Sir', 'Gavin', 'Master', or 'honey' to you. Is that clear?" he demanded.
"Crystal, Sir. Should I take my Honda or ride with you?" she inquired anxiously.
"Natasha, when a man asks you out to lunch with him, it's understood that you're going to ride with him," he observed.
"Yes, of course, Sir. What was I thinking?" she apologized, somewhat embarrassed at her gaffe.
"You were being careful and not wanting to impose yourself. However, you should try to remember that when a man invites you to lunch, he already doesn't consider it an imposition for you to ride in his car," he pointed out.
"Sorry, Sir. I'm just rusty with the dating scene. That's all," she explained.
"That is natural, given your previous marital status. That's why I'm being patient with your nervous mistakes. You need time to adjust to your new life," he assured her.
"Thank you, Sir," she said as they got into his Corvette.
"You're welcome, my love. Now, let's find a place to eat and discuss my plans for the party tomorrow. Does Federico's sound nice?" he suggested.
"Federico's? Isn't that the gourmet Spanish restaurant? I would love to go there! I haven't exactly had the cash for that kind of place lately, even at lunchtime. It sounds great," she agreed.
"Good, because I've wanted to go back there for a while. I know the owner pretty well and he's probably wondering when I would patronize his establishment again. He's a nice Spaniard in his mid-60s. I imagine that we'll get the best service from him today," he informed her.
"Really? You know THE Federico? I heard that he's gay and left Spain during the Franco years, because they were strict about that sort of thing. Is that true?" she asked curiously.
"Yes, he's a homosexual. He even has a 'wife', which means that he has a male lover that stays home and does the housework. I've met him too. His name is Terence and he is only a couple of years older than Federico. He is retired, so the 'house husband' thing doesn't bother his ego quite so much. Anyway, enough about them. Let's get inside," he said after they parked outside the restaurant.
As they walked into Federico's, Natasha noticed how busy the place was, even at 12:17 in the afternoon. It was clearly a popular restaurant with the elite of Cincinnati society. She also noticed how firmly Gavin held onto her arm as he led her inside. He was evidently determined to let people there know that she was his woman. He was showing off her proudly to his fellow patrons.
There was Federico, acting as his own host, which he frequently did during the daytime. He greeted Gavin warmly in the European manner, with an embrace and kisses near the mouth.
"Senor Brock, it is good to see you again! It has been a while, you know. And who is this senorita on your arm? Is she your new lover?" he probed as he led them into what was likely to be Gavin's favorite booth.
"Yes, it has been quite a while, Federico. I figured that I should bring my new girlfriend to my favorite restaurant for our first date together. I doubt that she has ever been here from what she has told me. This is Natasha. Natasha, this is Federico, owner of the best Spanish restaurant I have ever frequented," he introduced them.
"I am charmed, even if not in the same sense as Gavin. Pleased to meet you, Senorita," Federico curtsied, "Would the two of you like some wine, before I send your waitress here?"
"Yes, thank you, but only two glasses. Neither of us can afford to be tipsy right now, especially with the drive back to work. Some of your Spanish red wine would be nice, Federico," Gavin ordered.
"I understand, Senor, and I will have the waitress bring your wine immediately. I do not drink much during work, either. It helps to have a clear head for business, so I can provide well for myself and Terence," he agreed, walking back to the front to get his niece, Blanca, to switch places with him again.
Gavin and Natasha enjoyed their wine and lunch very well, as they both ate simple, but authentically Spanish dishes. As they ate, they both discussed his plans for the office, albeit in a low enough volume to discourage eavesdropping. She also played "footsie" with him, flirting rather blatantly with her boss/Master.
When they returned to the office, Gavin was already aroused enough to decide that he must take her home with him that night. He hadn't been sure about when to completely consummate his dominance over his secretary, but she had encouraged him to enjoy her ASAP.
This thirty something MILF made it so "hard" on him that he kept both her and himself as busy as he could, just to avoid dwelling on his urge to have his way with her. Naturally, therefore, the two of them got their work done ahead of schedule and resorted to busywork to distract themselves.
When 6:00 arrived, Gavin got his stuff together and hurried out of his part of the office. He gestured for Natasha to follow him and clock out as well. She made no protest, of course. On the contrary, she looked forward to what was evidently going to be a long, exhausting night of wild sex.
"Don't worry about your car, Natasha. I'll drive you to work tomorrow. I know that you don't have the kids on weekends, so you don't have that excuse. You're going to spend the night with me, so I can fuck you almost to death! They say that a woman in her thirties is in her sexual peak, so we'll have to test that theory, won't we?" he announced.
