Ch. 02 No Just a Little - Chris's Side

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No, Just a Little, Yes - Chris's Side

This is "the other" perspective on the second of "The Pru Chronicles," told from Chris's experience in his pursuit and conquest of the married, young Pru. 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...

After meeting the beautiful, vivacious, blue-eyed blonde name Pru, Chris couldn't get her out of his mind. He saw the same attraction in her eyes as they flirted right away. Her wedding ring was an inconvenient hurdle to fulfilling his desire, but he knew it would only be a matter of time...

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If it wasn't love at first sight, it was certainly lust. Chris was just looking to have a few beers with his squadron mates and maybe dance with a young hottie or two at the Officers' Club on a Friday night, when he saw the sexiest woman that he had ever seen. Blonde hair, blue eyes, curved in all the right places, she was laughing, dancing and the center of attention from his fellow fighter pilots. She wore a short shirtdress, with black and red vertical stripes, a bright red leather belt, and matching red heels, and he couldn't help imagine the red panties he hoped she wore underneath.

Fortunately, Chris also saw his friend, Buck, in her group, drinking and laughing with her, so he made his way over. His luck held out, and Buck clapped him on the back and loudly said to Pru, "Hey, do you know Chris? He's a buddy of mine. Flies F-15s. Great guy."

Pru looked into Chris's eyes, and something about her gaze intrigued him. Still making eye contact, she leaned closer and whispered an answer with a flirty smile, "Well, any friend of Buck's..." She kissed his cheek, and he nuzzled his face against her lips for another second or two that felt like a happy eternity.

She took his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor without a word, leaving Buck to find someone else to talk to. Pru and Chris's fingers intertwined as they walked, both feeling like it was the most natural thing in the world. They dance several songs, each learning how the other moved, and their dancing quickly fell into sync. When a slow song started, they didn't pause except to move to the center of the crowd before both their hands were on the other's back, and their bodies pressed together and continued moving as one.

When that song ended and another slow one began, Pru nervously stepped back. Embarrassed that he had become aroused like a lovestruck teenager, Chris didn't want to scare her off but also needed some time for his raging hard-on to calm down. Still holding one hand, he smiled sheepishly and pulled her closer, saying into her ear, "Uh..., sorry, but could you help me out for minute or two? I didn't mean for this to happen and don't mean to offend you or be one of those guys, but it would be hard for me walk back to the table like this."

Pru slowly followed his gesture and scanned his body from this solid chest to his narrow waist and the large bulge at his crotch. She flicked her eyebrows and grinned as she danced her body up to his again, saying, "Don't apologize to me, lieutenant. I'll take it as a compliment, even though you probably need to settle that nice looking thing down again."

He pulled her closer, pressing his cock against her, and said, "I'd love for you to 'take it' any way you want it, pretty lady, just a long as you do." As they swayed together, he heard the words to the song that was playing and added, "I should say, 'my lady in red.' I guess they're playing your song."

She closed her eyes and pressed her smile against his neck, obviously rubbing her mound against his erection. She realized the song was "Lady in Red," and said, "Hmmm, I guess that's means we have 'our song' already, even though we just met. I don't think this is going to help with your problem, though," she said, leaning back and flicking her eyes down again with a smile.

He laughed, one hand pressing her to him on the small of her back, "I guess not. But let's not stop until 'our song' is over." The next song was faster, and by the time they'd dance that one, they were both in need of a drink and his flight suit was no longer in jeopardy of splitting open at the crotch.

At the table, Buck smirked at them and asked innocently, "So, when's Sean back from the field?"

Pru shrugged, "Oh, he's been out for almost a week now and should be home in a couple of days. Then gone again in a couple weeks. You know how it is in that job."

Chris nodded at the two of them, and his hopes went up. He then slowed down his approach for the night, not wanting to push too hard and scare her off.

The next night found them both at the club again. This time in civilian clothes, Chris spotted Pru when she walked in with another young wife, and he walked straight to their table. Pru pretended to look absently around the bar, but her friend watched as the trim, handsome black man approached them. She didn't hide the fact that she was checking him out from head to toe, and while looking him in the eyes, said, "Ok, I get it. He's a tasty

looking

package, anyway, I'll reserve final judgment until I see his moves."

Chris nodded to her but his eyes were locked on Pru as he said, "Speaking of tasty looking, it's nice to see you again, my lady in red."

He kissed her hand as Pru laughed, "Nice to see you again, too, my gentleman in... uh, ebony." Holding Chris's hand and still looking into his eyes, Pru said softly, "This is my friend, Mimi. Her husband and Sean are in the same squadron."

As he nodded, still looking at Pru, Mimi said, "Yeah, yeah. They're not here. So, no more talk about those fuckers. Let's have some fun!" She marched to a table of young officers and took the hand of the first who spoke to her, pulling him to the dance floor and immediately threw herself against him.

Chris shrugged his shoulders and led Pru to middle of the crowd, where they gently resumed where they'd left off the night before, their bodies pressed together and swaying in unison. Although they took many more opportunities to dance close and kiss each other's neck and cheeks, the night ended again about as innocently as the night before.

The next Friday, Pru was back at the club, this time with her husband, Sean, who had come home from a field deployment. While Pru was in the bathroom, Buck introduced Sean to Chris, and the two began chatting about their respective experiences in the Air Force. Chris stayed with Buck and Sean's squadron mates and their wives and girlfriends. Throughout the night, they all mixed and mingled, dancing together, with Chris making sure to not overdue his attention to Pru.

Driving home that night, Sean mentioned to Pru, "Hey, I like that guy, Chris. Good guy. I hope Buck brings him around more."

Pru nodded, only partially suppressing a smile, "Yeah, I guess so. He seems fun."

The next several Friday nights, Chris was at the club again with Buck, and every time he was relieved to see Pru come in with Sean. Those nights all went the same constrained way, until Sean invited Chris over to the house for a cookout with the group. Unsure if he could be cool, Chris got there fashionably late, wearing board shorts, a tight-fitting t-shirt, and his dark, aviator shades. Pru met him at the door with a beer, looking hotter than ever in shorts and a fitted tank top. She blurted out, "Oh look, it's black Tom Cruise!"

Chris took the beer with a grin, leaned in for a hug, and said, "That works for me, Kelly McGillis!" That got the crowd laughing, although, from across the room, Sean noticed Chris's grin shift just a little while watching Pru's perfect, round ass dance away as she rejoined the group. He'd seen that same expression on many men's faces watching his beautiful wife since they'd first been together. As Chris watched her walk, he couldn't help thinking about peeling Pru's clothes off just like Maverick did with Charlie before fucking her the first time in "Top Gun."

Over the next two months, Chris was with them at the club for every Friday night happy hour and a fixture in Pru and Sean's house for most group gatherings. Everyone found Chris to be the life of the party, just like Pru, and he usually showed up for Saturday night soirees in town at LT's, a boisterous beer and dance hall. That worked out just fine for Sean, since he wasn't a huge fan of dancing in public, and Chris was more than willing to take up the slack and keep Pru busy on the dance floor. Everyone wins, right?

In late May, Chris was at the club as usual for a Friday night but found Pru there without Sean. "Hey, Blondie, you're looking good, as usual. Where's Sean?" he asked with a laugh, his arm around her shoulders.

She leaned into him and said, glumly, "He got recalled a few nights ago and is overseas somewhere. He couldn't tell me where or for exactly how long, only that this time it may be for a few months."

She smiled and shrugged, and he shook his head, ""Hey, just let me know if there's anything I can do. No, seriously, anything you need," he raised his eyebrows, "

anything

."

She laughed, kissed him on the cheek while pulling away to clink glasses with Buck and some of the other guys who had not been deployed this time around. Chris's mind was already racing at the possibilities.

The next couple of weeks were uneventful at the O-Club and at the dance hall in town, LT's. One night, after suffering through another song watching Pru dance with Buck and other guys from their group, Chris saw her sitting alone and decided it was now or never. He walked up behind her and whispered, "Hey Blondie, what's the hottest babe in the place doing sitting here alone. Come with me," and he pulled her by the hand onto the dance floor.

They danced for more than an hour. Fast songs, slow songs. Any song. And they laughed like Pru couldn't remember having laughed for a while. When they finally went back to the table for a beer, the group was there, several of them looking funny at Pru and Chris, including Buck, who said to Chris, "Hey, I don't have to remind you who you're dancing with there, do I bud?"

Pru shot the finger at Buck, and Chris laughed, saying, "I'm just keeping her busy is all. All perfectly harmless. Why? Jealous?"

Buck turned red and didn't answer. Chris noticed that although Pru didn't respond, she smiled and blushed as well.

After that, nights out ended with Chris and Pru exchanging hugs and kisses on the cheek. Chris was happy to find that Pru didn't resist when he pulled her in a little too close for the hugs and occasionally brushed his hand down the round top of her luscious ass before she pulled away. As good as she felt in moments like this, he was moving from impatient to crazed to get her across the finish line and into bed!

One night at the club, Chris noticed her growing tan and asked with a smile, "Hey Blondie, that tan's coming along nicely! Trying to match my hue?"

Pru laughed, "Nothing wrong with a little vitamin D. You should try it some time, although your tan already looks perfect." He couldn't help seeing her blush again, and his next step popped into his head.

The next day, since he was not on the day's flight schedule, Chris was waiting behind the fence as Pru strolled in with Mimi. The two women threw off T-shirts and shorts and adjusted their suits around their asses and tits, then laid on their backs to sun. He walked in and caught both of their eyes as he made a show of slowly covering the distance, knowing his morning's trip to the gym had tightened up his muscles just for this for the viewing.

In less clothes than he'd ever seen her wear, Chris was almost speechless when his eyes finally made their way to Pru's. Although now looking at her face, he still imagined the sight of her tits almost bursting from her untied top and the high cut suit-bottom barely hiding her puffy bush within and the slight crevice so obvious just below. He sat down quickly before his slight bulge was standing at attention and drawing everyone's attention, but not before Pru noticed and blushed, he eyes not moving from it.

Both sat smiling for a few minutes, until Pru rolled over, then reached toward Chris with a bottle of suntan lotion, asking, "Would you mind?"

He swung around quickly and methodically rubbed his hands across her shoulders, back, and legs. It was all he could do to not explore the areas under the suit. Rather than being offended, she seemed to enjoy it and later gave him her weekly schedule for coming to the club on days she didn't work early in town. He visited his flight scheduler that afternoon to ensure he was not flying on those days when she'd be need of his helping hands on her body.

Over their next several visits at the pool, Chris watched as Pru dropped her shorts and pulled off her shirt, carefully taking in every stray blonde hair she smoothed under the bottom and the briefest view of the dark, pink lips beyond, and then eyeing her beautiful round ass as she laid down on her stomach. After she untied her top, he rubbed lotion onto her shoulders, back, and legs. Each time he was careful to go only slightly closer around the soft sides of her boobs and higher on her thighs. As he'd work the lotion up her thighs and ass, he'd slow the strokes and use just two fingers, always inching just a little more across the tan line and flirting with easing his fingertips under the edge of the elastic.

After several days of this, he couldn't help but notice when she opened her legs ever so slightly as his fingers swept the arc towards the elastic nearest her crotch. It was all he could do to just make the imperceptibly closer swipe or two while also being mesmerized by his mental picture of her pussy right there within reach, and at least a hint that she was offering him better access. Like the Friday happy hours and Saturday night dancing, these pool visits and the progressively more provocative touching went on for a week.

One night, after hours of drinking and dancing in town at LT's, Chris and Pru were the last of the group still there, and the two of them walked alone into the dark and almost empty parking lot at last call. Stopping to say goodbye before turning toward their cars, they hugged, Pru smiling as Chris pulled her against him as usual. Her breasts rubbed across his chest as she turned her head to kiss his cheek. He felt her press more firmly into him, and he felt his heart beating faster.

Do it

, he heard the voice in his head screaming.

This time, instead of just brushing the top of her ass like he always did, Chris's hand slid slowly down to cup and gently squeeze her ass cheek, fingertips brushing down and pressing into the crevice of her ass. Pru looked up smiling, and he leaned forward, his lips approaching hers. She started saying, "Hey, no, we...", but her voice muffled when his mouth covered hers and his tongue slipped in. He almost panicked when she didn't respond, but then her mouth relaxed, and her tongue reached into his.

Moments later, she jerked away, and whispered brusquely, "No... we can't."

She turned, hurried to her car, and drove away leaving Chris standing and watching with a smile. No or not, she had kissed back. The Lady in Red would be his. His raging erection knew it too.

Over the next week, Pru didn't show up on pool days or on Friday night at the club. Chris got the message: as patient as he'd tried to be, he'd gone too far, too fast.

Saturday night, while Chris sat at the club bar alone, in walked Pru, to his happy surprise. She walked quietly to his table and kissed his cheek before sitting. They each finished a beer before talking, then the dam burst as she vented about Sean not trusting her, sending her a letter saying that he'd heard she was doing something behind his back. As Pru finished her beer and looked ready to leave, Chris whispered nonchalantly, "Hey, why don't we go to Duke's tonight? I know that LT's is the Saturday night thing, but Duke's is still open for a while tonight, and no one will be there to start bullshit rumors."

Irritated and needing to let off more steam, Pru said, "Okay, but just for a little while. I don't want the gossip to get worse."

Thirty minutes later they were dancing a slow dance alone in a darkened bar, and Chris felt like she was relaxing, or at least giving up the stress she had been feeling at the club. As they danced, he pressed himself into her without thinking about it, both swaying rhythmically to the music as one. When the song ended, they each slowly relaxed their arms from around each other to pull away. When the next song's beat began, their hands slid back around each other as they stepped closer and went back to swaying together. Again and again. And each time, each was glad for the excuse of the next song to stay pressed together.

As they danced, Chris moved his hands up and down Pru's back with the slow beat of the music, as he gradually explored the feel of her body and pulled her more tightly against him. As he did, she leaned in, pressing her upper body against his, as she had already done countless times. This time, though, she tightened her arms around his firm torso and pulled slightly downward, pressing his pelvis into hers. Chris leaned down, opened his mouth and kissed Pru's neck, licking her skin, as he pressed his now hardening cock against her, sliding his hands down to press her ass towards him.

Pru took a deep breath, pulled away, and hurried out the door into the parking lot. She had unlocked her car when he caught up with her, placing his hands on her hips hopefully. He leaned against her pressing his rock-hard shaft against her incredible ass, "Hey, don't run away. You haven't done anything, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Just stay a little while more."

She sighed and slowly turned to face him, Chris still holding her hips and pressing himself against her. Unsure what she was thinking, he moved his head to kiss her, but Pru leaned back away from him, "No, this is crazy. I can't do this." Even as she said it, Chris felt her press her pussy back into his now aching cock.

Chris leaned forward earnestly, and said "It's ok, Blondie. Really. You don't have to do anything. Anything at all." Pru turned her head, opened her mouth and greedily took his tongue in while also almost imperceptibly thrusting her hips toward him, grinding her pussy on his cock. Several minutes of victorious and aggressive kissing later, Pru stopped suddenly, pushed Chris back, and said, "We can't do this here. Get in."

They both got in her car -

Sean's

car actually - and she drove away in a hurry, while Chris stroked her thigh and sat with his other hand pressing down his raging erection. Ten minutes later, after a silent but fast car ride, they walked into his apartment, Pru led Chris up the walk, neither saying a word still. As he closed the door behind them, she said, "Look, this really is crazy. We can get this out of our system, to a point. But that's it. There's no going all the way."

Chris smiled and walked toward her. She protested, "Seriously. I'll kiss you, but that's all. Nothing else. We get this out of our system and go back to normal. Got it?"

"Yes. Got it. Anything you want." And he took her face in his hands and kissed her. She moaned as he slid his hands down, massaging her tits, and then both ass cheeks. He could feel her pussy now pushing against his instantly hard cock again. Message received.

His hands went up the back of her shirt and unclasped her bra in an instant. He didn't have to wonder how she'd react because she instantly threw her arms up for him to peel the shirt and bra away, freeing her luscious tits. He took in the stark white and the tan lines that surrounded them, the same tan lines he'd probed so carefully by the pool, wishing he could take those breasts entirely into his hands. Her head tilted back as he bent and sucked her nipples, then she pulled his shirt up and over his shoulders.