I first met Alice in the apartment complex I lived in when I got married to my first husband. She lived on the same floor as we did but on the opposite corner. Her unit was the very last one at the end of the hall. Alice was the unofficial "handyman" for our floor as she really was very good with minor repairs. Even management recommended her.
We would usually bump into each other either in the laundry room or the pool. She was in her mid-thirties about 5-0 tall and had very short black hair with streaks of gray that complimented her endearing smile. Bodywise, she possessed a really big behind with small perky breasts. I always saw her wearing denim overalls and boots unless she was at the pool.
Her demeanor was very friendly. Her roommate, Tina, who happened to be her domestic partner, was the opposite. She was younger than her about my age but really thin. Her face was very beautiful however her mood and manners were awful. Tina traveled a lot for work so I rarely ran into her. Tina was very feminine but Alice was not. Her physique was very sexy but her mannerisms were on the masculine side.
After a while, Alice and I would occasionally hang out on weekends by the pool, have some drinks, or listen to music. I had tripped recently bringing in groceries and twisted my ankle pretty badly. Even went to the hospital to get X-rays. I didn't break it but it was swollen pretty bad and it hurt quite a bit. As per Doctor's orders, I took a week off from work to allow the swelling and pain to subside.
The first day I was so bored that I decided to do some laundry. It was a Monday around 10:00 AM so I was wearing an oversized T-shirt with nothing underneath. I figured most people were at work so it wouldn't be an issue. I grabbed my crutches and a small bag of dirty clothes. I needed to make a few trips since I couldn't really grab the entire load while on the crutches. As I got to the laundry room I realized that doing laundry was a horrible idea! I was getting frustrated with the crutches and felt clumsy.
By the second trip, I ran into Alice. She immediately asked me what happened and how. She insisted that she would help me out. With a big smile, I was led to my apartment where Alice proceeded to grab the remaining clothes. I had forgotten that I left a bag of weed along with a pouch of Backwoods tobacco that I was mixing and rolling to smoke later on. I detested the pain pills so I decided to go the "Organic" route, ha ha.
She noticed the setup and exclaimed with a huge grin, "I see you're getting ready to pay me, huh?"
"You smoke?" I asked.
She responded quite enthustisacially, "Hell yeah!"
Alice went off to the laundry so I rolled a couple more blunts. Upon her return, she brought over a bottle of Pinot Grigio. We sat on my balcony to drink and smoke while the clothes got washed. It was a bit early in the day but I figured what else did I have to do? She was wearing a pair of oversized cargo shorts with a white T-shirt that did little to hide the fact she was braless.
To top it off she was wearing a baseball cap on backward and these really hideous construction-type boots. I found her attire so odd that after smoking the first blunt I asked her what the hell was she thinking when she got dressed. We both chuckled and had a good laugh. At that point, she got up to go check on the clothes. I started getting sharp pulses of pain in my ankle. I guess that having my foot down was not helping the swelling and my pain started to creep back up.
When Alice returned she could tell something was bothering me. She moved over to me and then raised my leg to place it on her thigh. It did the trick. It eased my discomfort. We kept the small talk going, smoked some more, and then I noticed that she kept looking down at my seat while gently caressing my leg and thigh. I realized what she was staring at.
When I sat down, I raised my T-shirt. When both my legs were on the floor, it wasn't a big deal. When she raised my leg, she also opened them a bit to set it on her lap. Alice had a pretty decent view of my exposed punani. She wasn't overtly staring, but I could tell she was getting excited. I tried covering up a bit without letting her know that I was on to her, as I felt that would be kind of rude and presumptive, but it didn't work anyway. I decided to let it be.
Her caressing was very relaxing. I closed my eyes while her masterful touch soothed my pain and my discomfort subsided. Alice was doing this thing with her thumbs. She was applying pressure on my ankle and then stroking my calf upwards all the way up my thigh. It felt soooo good, but I was also a bit nervous. Her touch was not only soothing, it was quite erotic.
I guess my nervousness was obvious as she related to me that she had gone to Massage school but never finished. That explained why it felt so good I thought. She lit up another blunt and we smoked a little bit more. The conversation gradually shifted as did her demeanor. She became very inquisitive about what I enjoyed. Then it was more of what I enjoyed physically.
She suspected that I was having a thing with Jeff, another neighbor on the same floor (A couple of good stories with him too.) I confessed that I enjoyed giving him head as well as other boy toys I had on the side. My ex-husband was very controlling, had side chicks, and was outright disrespectful, so I played around.
She was fascinated with this and wanted to hear the details. I told her about the first time I gave Jeff head in my living room. At that time I wasn't having intercourse yet with other men, just gave head. A lot of head. She removed her baseball cap and leaned closer to me listening attentively as I described how I serviced Jeff's manhood. This allowed her to use both hands to massage me.