12
Still Riding
This is the twelfth 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,naturally platinum blonde. At 59, she's still turning heads, especially her husband's, Sean. When that light dimmed again, though, she found herself still turning other men's heads.
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Pru's reputation grew around the company for being the manager who really made the office work and was the only person who could calm the boss, Mike, when he went on a tirade. What was not known, except by her office gals, Ana and Diana, was that she managed this as much with her body as she did her wit. The sex he got at home paled in comparison with what he had with Pru, both in the quantity and the variety, and it was almost always in his office (Chapter 11, "Back in the Saddle").
Having heard enough about how important Pru was in keeping the company gears turning, a jealous Liz finally decided she'd better work in the office every day and start taking a more direct hand in the day-to-day management. With his wife's desk next right next to his upstairs, Mike's frequent visits from Pru in the office stopped immediately. Every now and then, he'd show up at work early and call Pru up there, usually charming her by saying something like, "The evil bitch is pissing me off again. Before she gets here, I need you to be in hot-bitch-mode and suck my cock."
She'd always answer, "Yes sir," and drop to her knees. It wasn't quite the same just being summoned for service as it had been before, and even those moments had become very rare.
Although there was one crazy day when Liz went to pick up lunch, telling Pru on her way out, "I'll be back in about 30 minutes. Take care of Mike so he doesn't become a dick because he has to wait for lunch until I get back." As the door closed, Ana made eye contact with Pru, burst out laughing, and turned up the music.
Pru trotted upstairs, and when Liz got back with their lunch, Mike was leaning back in his chair with a mellow smile, and Pru was back in her office with sweaty hair and a red face looking like she'd just run a 5k. If Liz had checked, she'd have found her husband's cum in Pru's panties and Pru's musk on his cock. Pru smiled and said innocently, "I took care of him like you asked. No dick problems at all."
"Somehow, I knew you would," Liz said with a laugh.
A year later, in walked Eric. Not yet 30 years old, he was 6 feet tall, blue-eyed, and built like a quarterback. Better yet, he was as easy going and naïve as a 10-year-old. All of which made him irresistible to the girls in the front office, including Pru. Locked in her office over lunch and joking about what they'd like to do with the young man, Pru reminded them, "It'll have to be one of you, not me, damn it. I'm old enough to have given birth to him, so there's no way he'd want it from me. Besides, have you seen his hot, young wife. Holy shit, she looks like Demi Moore!"
The girls laughed, but Ana said, "I don't know, Pru. Even with that wife, these young guys like cougars, and you are definitely a cougar!"
"Yeah, you are!" Diana chimed in, "Or do we need to turn the music up to remind you?"
Pru tossed her lunch trash in the can and said with a laugh, "Ok, bitches, everyone back to work before we get turned in for sexual harassment."
Pru's sexy attire and outgoing way got Eric's attention right away. He also noticed how many of his peers made the rounds to sit in her office throughout the day for personal advice, mentoring, and some quick glances up her skirt or down her blouse. Not wanting to be left out, he began taking a few minutes every day to chat with her.
As usually happened with Pru, she and Eric got pretty chummy. Their chats turned into 30-minute gab sessions talking all about life and eventually love. Which is how she heard about what precipitated an unusual bout of gloominess in the boy. He closed the door to her office and said in a low voice, "It's Cathy. She's pregnant again, and everything's kinda... stopped. You know?"
"Congratulations?" she asked cautiously. "And what's stopped?"
He looked down and turned red, "You know... sex stuff. It's been more almost eight months, and she has no interest at all! Nothing."
Pru laughed, "Oh, that." She squinted her eyes and looked briefly at his chest and arm muscles. Looking puzzled, she made eye contact again and said, "You know hormones do funny things to women when we're pregnant. Have you talked with her about it?"
"Of course, many times," he said, exasperated. "It pisses her off to just bring it up, and she refuses to talk about it anymore. It's never been like this for us... ever. Why do you think we're already on number three?!"
They repeated some variation of that conversation on most days for the next several weeks, each time Pru giving Eric more suggestions for back and leg rubs, foot massages, warm baths, and more based on her own pregnancy experiences. None of her ideas worked, and their talks always circled back to the sex that he was missing. Each time they went there, mind wandered just a little further, imagining how she and Eric would look together taking care of the business that wasn't getting taken care of at home. This always ended with flirty talk like her glancing down to his crotch and saying, "I keep telling you, if you weren't young enough to be one of mine..."
His answers were also all variations of, "I probably couldn't handle you, but let me know whenever you're ready!"
After hearing his depressing story after another sexless weekend, Pru suggested they go out for lunch, getting out of the office for a change of scenery to take his mind off his usual routine and the things that were missing in it.
"That would be great!" he said happily. He then looked more serious and asked, "Is it ok if we just go to my parents' house for lunch instead of going out?"
"Sure, why not, but why?" she asked.
He rolled his eyes, "Some people say I'm cheap, but there's nothing wrong with not spending money you don't have to. My mom's been making lunch for me for years. She likes doing it, and it saves me money and time. So, is that ok?"
She nodded and chuckled, "Sure. Whatever. How about tomorrow?"
"Cool," he said, then jumped up, hugged her, and hurried out. Diana caught Pru's eye as she watched Eric go and mouthed, "Bitch," then burst into laughter.
The next afternoon, Pru and Eric rode together in his pickup to Eric's parents' house 10 minutes away. He chatted like a schoolboy the entire ride, thrilled to have the office cougar riding with him. They found the house deserted, and he stopped in the living room looking confused. He tried to hide a smile and said, "Oh yeah! I forgot they're on vacation all week. She's not here to make lunch for us."
Pru sat on the couch, patted the spot next to her, and said with a smirk, "No problem. Let's talk here, where it's very private, and we can stop somewhere before going back to the office - my treat."
He sat and launched into his story again about his and Cathy's sex-desert, going into great detail on their previous daily - and sometimes twice daily - routine before it had all stopped. Forgetting at first that she was there to help the boy, she couldn't help asking questions about their unusually rich married sex life. When she realized they'd gone far down that rabbit hole, she also became aware that her panties had become moist.
