Ch. 08 Still Not Over It

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Still Not Over It

This is the eighth of "The Pru Chronicles." Although much of the story is embellished, some more liberally than others, there is an element of truth woven throughout. Only one of the Chronicles is fully fiction, and one other is based on very real conversations that were leading to the events described but stopped short. Otherwise, yeah, some of this is true...

Pru is a beautiful, vivacious, blue-eyed, blonde. She is 38 years old and married 15 years married when this chapter begins. As a mother of 2, she may no longer have the athletic body of a dancer, but she's still a knockout and the classic embodiment of a MILF. She and her husband, Sean, were muddling through, like so many married couples. Every now and then they'd make progress, Sean thinking not only was their sex life taking an upswing, but maybe Pru was going to come clean about her past adventures and settle his mind. But her mom's programming was strong, and Pru would eventually shy away from any risk of Sean seeing her as anything but a "good girl" - which did nothing but alienate him further. Maybe her new job will bring them the reset she's always wanted. What else could possibly happen?

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Sean and Pru seemed to have reached some new understanding after their unsuccessful foursome Mike and Meg (

Ch. 07 New Beginning, Familiar Finish

). In the heat of passion and for the first time since they'd been together, she admitted to an intimate experience with Chris. Sean couldn't believe it and didn't know which was more exciting, the idea that she really did have sexual urges or that she was finally going to be honest with him. He had new hope that he'd be able to leave his old demons behind, and she'd open up more about other exploits that he only knew a few things about, however much he suspected. However, Pru regretted her admission right away, realizing that her "good girl" image would be gone forever if she didn't do something.

The something she chose was to revert to her old strategy of vehemently denying everything. The morning after she'd fessed up during sex, she professed shock, "What? I thought we were just talking. You know,

fantasizing

? You said stuff. I said stuff. That doesn't make it real. You've gotta get over this."

And once again, following their now 15-year pattern, the wall went up between them. Sean fell back into angry and reluctant acceptance. Pru withheld sex because that's what she'd been taught mature couples were supposed to do, and she sure didn't need any more episodes of Sean tricking her into confessing to things that no longer mattered!

In the next year, Pru started working for a friend who had her own business and needed a people-person to boost sales. Pru was definitely a people-person and fit right in. She liked the challenge, the work, the customers, and her gruff older boss. She also didn't mind making more money and feeling like she was contributing at home more than just being a mom.

After a few weeks, a big man walked in looking every bit the part of a construction worker in blue jeans, flannel shirt, and scruffy boots. He smiled at Pru as he joked with her boss, Carol, "Hey, I haven't visited in a while, and now you went and hired a hotty?"

Carol took a long drag on her cigarette and laughed, "I figured she's what brought you in here, Gary, you son of a bitch. God knows you won't give this old gal a whirl!"

He grinned and held his hands up in protest, "Whoa, now. You never seemed interested, so that's not my fault!"

Pru sat at her desk eyeing the big man and smiling, "Well, she's a fool then. Big hunkin' Texan like you. You're right next door, aren't you?"

He took a long look at her, sizing her up from her high heels to the skirt that sat above her knees and the low-cut top. He nodded, "Oh yeah, you're going to do nicely, Blondie. Mmm, mmm! Stand up and let's get another look at you and that snappy outfit!"

She stood and twirled dramatically, "Here you go. Feast your eyes, big fella. And what do you mean, 'another look'?"

Gary looked sheepish, "Ah, I mighta seen you walking in the parking lot a time or two and finally figured I needed to come by and see if you had a name to go with that pretty... face."

Pru batted her blue eyes shyly, "I do, I'm Pru, and you're Gary." She sized him up too. She guessed he was around 6'3", 250 lb, and in his mid-40s judging by his slightly thinning hair. He looked like he may have had a few extra pounds around the middle, but it was working for him. He was a bear of a man.

After a few minutes of awkward small talk, he said his goodbyes, "Back to work, ladies. I have crews to check on, and you don't need me getting in the way of your business. Until next time," and he left with a smile.

Carol eyed Pru who was watching the big man walk past their front window. Pru said, "Well, isn't he something to look at?!"

The older woman laughed, coughing on her smoke, "He certainly is. Got a little crush going for Mr. Gary now?"

"Come on, get real," Pru said, "I was just trying to be nice."

Still laughing, Carol shot back, "Based on how he was looking at you, I am sure that's exactly what he's hoping

you're

going to be... nice!" Pru blushed, turned back to her desk and pretended to read the invoice she had been working on when Gary walked in.

The next morning, Gary was standing out front when Pru drove up. Looking like they were long lost friends, he grinned and waved. As she walked by, he said, "Hey, how'd you like to have lunch some time? You know, new gal in the strip center and all?"

She kept walking but said over her shoulder, "Hmm, not today. I brought my lunch and don't want it to go to waste. But I could plan for it tomorrow, in the interest of getting to know other people in the office complex."

As the door was closing behind her, Gary answered loudly, "Alright then, tomorrow! It's a date. I'm gonna hold you to it!" She looked through the glass door and shot him a sweet smile and went to work.

Carol was slouched in her chair holding a coffee cup and her second cigarette, "Well that was fast! I can't get him to do anything but chit chat for three years, and you have a date after meeting him yesterday?! Damn! I wish I was young and hot still!"

"It's not a date," Pru protested. "We're just going to lunch. People can do that without it being anything else, you know."

Coughing and laughing, Carol nodded her head vigorously, "Oh, I know what people can do. Especially when they look at each other the way you two just did!"

The next day, Gary and Pru rode in his truck to Mr. Gatti's for lunch. It was a working truck for sure: big bench seat, cluttered with engineering diagrams, with more on the dashboard. The back seat was flipped up, and toolboxes filled the space. The truck bed had a camper shell over it and ladders on a frame above that.

Pulling up, he said, "In case you're wondering why we came all this way from the shop, I just figured that if we went some place closer, we might have Carol snooping around. Don't get me wrong, she's a great gal, but she's kind of a busy body. Here, we can get acquainted without it being weird."

"Ok by me," she said breezily. "I know she's a little pushy, but she's fun."

They were at lunch for two hours. The ate a little but mostly talked about life, family, work, and more. It was the most relaxed they'd both been for some time. They felt no pressures, no demands, no spouses they were letting down - just one light topic after another they could laugh about and forget their worries.

Back at the office, Pru gave Gary a quick hug before going into their adjacent businesses, "Thank you for lunch and the conversation. I can't remember the last time I had such a good time doing nothing!"

The big man pulled her back into a firmer hug, "I know what you mean, Blondie. I hope we'll have more chances like this to get to know each other and just have a good time." She kissed him on the cheek and went inside, Gary watching her ass as she went.

By the next week they were having lunch every Monday. A few weeks later, two or three days a week, and often two hours or more, just talking the time away. They had become such good friends that they also talked about their personal lives, and, as usual with Pru, they went way past customary, private boundaries.

As Gary's explained his problems at home during lunch, he eventually got to, "She has some back issues, so she says she can't take my weight pressing down on her. I get it, I'm a big guy."

She put her hand on his on the table, "So, what? You're a big guy. There are all kinds of other ways to have sex that don't put your weight on her." She smiled, looked him up and down, and added, "But I think she's missing out on having all of this on top of her!"

He looked into her blue eyes and wrapped her hand in his, "Yeah, I wish. I guess that's not a problem for you at home, at least, I can't imagine your husband not wanting to, ah, 'be on top' of you all the time."

"No," she said with a shake of her head, "I mean, we do things, but I wouldn't say we're in a good place. Everything with him is about sex. When did we do it last? We don't do it enough. Why won't you do this or that? And the worst is when he keeps asking about old boyfriends. We can't just forget everything from before and move on."

Gary squeezed her hand, "I have no idea what that's all about, but I understand him wanting this day and night. Look at you!" He held her arms out and to her side, making a show of surveying her body.

Pru pulled her hand back and giggled, "Ok, that's probably enough soul-baring for the day. Take me back, big man!" He sat back and watched her stand and walk to the door before he got up and followed her, his eyes glued to her ass swaying as she walked away knowing that she was giving him a show.

Driving back to the office, Gary had a question for her, "I've been wondering. You are the most natural people-person I've ever met, and you're definitely a calming influence on me... among other things. How about coming over to my place?"

Surprised, Pru said, "I didn't see that coming! Wow. Um, I mean, I don't know, Gary."

He turned red and quickly said, "No, no. I meant, would you consider leaving Carol and coming to work running my office? What'd you think I meant?"

"Oh," and now Pru was blushing. "Never mind what I thought. It's your fault anyway with all that talk about being on top! So, I like the idea of us working together, we have such an easy rapport. It's like we've known each other forever. I guess I'd need to know more about what I'd do for you."

He shifted in his seat and laughed nervously, "Hey, I wasn't really prepared to tell you what I wanted you to do for me, I just meant running the office. You know, like the office manager. We have time to work out other stuff."

"Very funny, big fella," Pru said, rolling her eyes. When she glanced at him, she saw he was still flushed, one arm pressed awkwardly across his lap holding down what looked like a very large erection. "So, what exactly are you offering?"

Keeping his eyes on the road, he said, "How about 25 percent more than whatever Carol's paying you? You can then take the first month to figure out the lay of the land on our business operations and stuff. My sister-in-law does all the accounting part-time, but you'd take care of the rest full time. Think about it."

Pru's gears were turning. She thought,

Running an office would be fun, especially doing it with Gary. Oh shit, 'doing it with Gary!' Wait, don't think that! But that would be fun too, just based on how well we get along and his sexy, big man vibe. I bet it would be nice to have him crushing down on me while he...

She shook her head to clear the thought and sat quietly for the rest of the drive. They each went back to work with just a quick hug.

At home that night, Sean asked, "Really, he offered you a job? Where'd that come from? And since when are you interested in construction work?"

Pru shrugged, "I guess he just thinks I can help manage his office better when he's running around to job sites and customer meetings. I don't know why, except we've gotten to know each other over the last few months with his office next door to ours. We're friends, so I may not have any interest in construction, but I'm willing to help a friend."

Smirking, Sean asked, "Isn't this the same big guy you told me about who was hitting on you?"

Exasperated, Pru answered, "I didn't say he was hitting on me! What I said he was that he was flirty but nice. And he is both of those. Why do you always come back to this? Why can't he just want me to help in the office and not be trying to get into my pants?"

He rolled his eyes and walked away, "Whatever. You're going to do what you want anyway."

Back at the office the next morning, Pru and Gary hugged as usual. Before letting go, Pru put her chin on his chest, looking up at him when she said, "Ok, let's do it."

Gary kissed her forehead, "Good answer, Blondie. I've been waiting for you to say that for months! Before we get to doing it, though, let me know when you're ready to start work here." She blushed and walked into what would soon be her old office to break the news to Carol.

Two weeks later, she walked into Gary's office in her usual, moderately sexy-office attire, above-knee skirt, partially unbuttoned top, and heels. He was waiting inside beaming, "Blondie! Now you're where you belong!" He gave her his usual bear hug, and she let herself be folded into him as he did, something feeling more intimate but natural between them. "Come on," he said let me introduce you.

In the back office sat a plain, somber woman with thick glasses. Gary said, "Pru, Karen. She does the accounting and knows where all the bodies are buried. What she says goes."

Pru smiled, "Hi there. I hope I don't slow you down while I'm still learning about how you do things."

Karen smirked and looked from Pru to Gary and back to Pru, "I'm sure it'll be fine. Ask me anything as you get settled in." Gary took Pru out front to show her desk. Karen watched them both go with the same smirk.

Ironically, Gary's schedule kept him away from the office at lunch time the rest of the week. So, the two friends didn't make their usual lunch date at Mr. Gatti's that week, although they were able to meet a couple of times in each of the next several of weeks. During those weeks, their morning hugs became progressively more handsy and lingering, first from Gary taking a little more latitude to slide his hands along Pru's back and the top of her ass, then Pru squeezing him tighter with her arms reaching around his barrel of a body. Friendly kisses on the cheek also became progressively longer and firmer, with the two of them sharing sly eye contact as they went to work.

All of this just seemed natural to Pru and Gary both, until one day at lunch, Gary seemed irritated. After brooding for a while, he finally opened up, "Karen's making noise about us going to lunch. Says it doesn't look good."

"What a bitch!" Pru blurted out without thinking. "Sorry, I know she's your wife's sister, but it's just lunch. Why does everyone have to always go there?"

They didn't talk much for the rest of their lunch. In the truck, before they pulled away to go back to the office, Gary said, "I guess we'll have to knock off the lunches for a while until Karen gets over it."

Pru sighed and nodded, scooting across the bench seat to hug him. He wrapped his arm around her and hugged her back. His strong arm pulled her off balance, and she leaned into him more than she had intended. Her breasts were now pressed against him, her chin on his chest, and her right arm swung around to catch her balance on his left thigh. She looked up at him and laughed at her clumsiness, "Whoa, almost fell right into your lap!"

Gary looked down, lifted her chin with a finger, and kissed her. Without missing a beat, Pru took a deep breath and opened her mouth, welcoming his probing tongue inside. She pushed herself more upright, turning her face to continue the kiss. He dropped his left hand from the wheel, wrapping it under around her waist and hoisting her higher, adjusting her breasts to rest higher on his thick chest.

Minutes went by as they explored each other's mouth. With him still holding her up, she slid her right hand from his thigh to his fly. Still kissing him, she grinned and, her words muffled by his tongue in her mouth, she said, "What do we have here?" She looked down at the growing bulge in his pants, as intrigued as she was impressed with what she was seeing.

Gary said, "Not my fault, Bl... er, Pru."

Still grinning, Pru ran her index finger up and down the front of his pants, lightly tracing his shaft. She looked from side to side along the storefront, "As much as I'd like to finally like to see this thing, this probably isn't the best place for anything more. Maybe we should just go back to work."

He plunged his tongue into her mouth, then stopped and said, "Hold that thought and don't move." He reached around her, started the truck, and while she was still sprawled across him, he backed out and drove to the vacant far end of the shopping center, parking on the other side of the lot, facing away from the stores. After turning off the truck, he asked, "Now, what were you saying?"

"Mmm," she moaned, kissing him and running her finger up his still growing shaft to the top of his zipper. Still kissing, she unzipped his pants a tiny pull at a time. As it finally reached the bottom, Gary unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. She spread his pants open, then drew a very heavy cock from the fly in his boxers.

Pru took a sharp breath as she admired the plum-like, purple head, now oozing pre-cum, "Oh my, look at you!" She took the huge head in her hand, petting it and running her middle fingertip along the slotted tip. After licking her fingertip, she wrapped her hand around the shaft just under the head, marveling that her fingers and thumb didn't meet, before cooing, "Oh my, aren't you impressive?!" Her words were muffled again as she bent her head down, wrapped her mouth around the head, and swirled her tongue over it to lap up more of the sticky fluid.

Gary looked down at her and whispered, "You sure you want to do this?"

Her answer was to open her mouth wider and draw his head deeper into her mouth, as she began slowly stroking his thick shaft with one hand. Tasting more of his salty precum, she moaned again, "Mmm."

He looked around to make sure no one was around to see what his angel was doing to him, then put his head back, his hands running through her curly blonde hair. Her head was bobbing up and down, and her mouth slurped as she sucked, both hands trying to reach around his thick cock as she stroked faster. It didn't take long before she felt his body tense and his hips rise, she backed her mouth off, keeping her lips sealed around the huge head while she stroked. His cum burst into her mouth, seemingly without end. She swallowed as fast as she could, but his balls were huge like his cock, and they were carrying much more cum than she had tried swallowing before. Some cum leaked past her lips and ran down her chin.

His cum finally stopped flowing. She gulped the last bit down, licked the head, and looked up at him with a girlish smile, her blue eyes sparkling. His head was still back as he gushed out of breath, "Oh my God! That was incredible. You don't know how long..."

He stopped speaking as he looked down at her, and she wiped the cum from her chin with a finger, examined it, then sucked it from her finger, swallowing again with a flourish, "Ahhh!" Still smiling, she asked, "You were saying, Boss?"