Chapter 1: Sweatshirt Without, So Sweet Within
Eric, tall lanky and still athletic looking after serious injuries had taken him off the court, onto the bench, then out of the game. He easily swung the heavy duffel bag and almost as heavy of a backpack off the ambulance running board and softly called out, thanking his workmate Greg for the ride home. Purposeful but not rushed, he ambled through the garden apartment courtyard, he smiled at noticing one of the cute MILFs living across from his unit was watching him from her kitchen window, maybe she was cleaning up from baking cookies to bring over and serve him with her milk as a welcome home? He shouldered his heavy gear, opened his apartment door, turned enough to flash her a brilliant smiling front grill, then walked inside his apartment and dropped his gear. He stripped off his work clothes, immediately starting a laundry load in the machines at the entry to his unit, and went straight to the shower, opening the minibar in his bathroom to pull out a perfectly chilled dark stout beer, to take into the shower with him.
Alexandra was dressed in a light blue sweatshirt. It was not a pure monocolor because it had sort of threadlike impressions of lighter and darker tones all running as if in a weave. This sweatshirt had roomy, easy to use pockets. A hood. Long straps to pull tightly around her face if desired. She had nothing on at the moment but the sweatshirt. It wasn't really long enough to cover her ass. Her ass was what she was hoping others might want to enjoy as that will bring pleasure to Alexandra as well.
She had a talented way of sounding girlish when she wanted to flirt. There was not much that she missed as she prowled for pleasure. She was in what, for her, was a mood for romance. Or sex.
She did not want just to pleasure herself. She wanted company. She was a socially extroverted influencer. She absent mindedly tugged downwards on the front of her sweatshirt. She wondered whether to load a toy into her hoodie pocket as an ice breaker for her neighbor? Oooh, she remembered ice on her skin from a past lover. Her hoodie was zipped mostly up but still open enough to show off the short necklace she was wearing.
There were mini charm-like trinkets and icons in the necklace. A star. A quarter moon. An iceberg. A bushy tailed dog. A long tailed dog. A curled up cat. Each reminded her of a different relationship. She had enjoyed each. She had glibly moved on from each. Nobody was tying her down. She had too much yet to do, too many people yet to be influenced, for her to settle down.
Although lactating, she was not dripping unless prompted for nursing. She was poorly producing milk. If not for a wet nurse, her son would have had to survive on a higher ratio of formula than his own mother's milk. She enjoyed nursing. She also enjoyed lactating for lovers. She enjoyed being a mom. She enjoyed being a girl.
Easy to smile, easy to fuck, easy to engage with at many levels. Easy in conversation, easy in sex, easy in pick up team sports, easy in pick up?
Not so easy as many had hoped. Alexandra was glad to play. She played sports. She played video games. She played make-believe. She played when she had a reason to hope that playing would be for keeps.
She decided to play, to tease, to find out if her ass could win the favor of attention from the emergency services medic who lived across the courtyard from the apartment she and her son shared with her friend and her friends infant daughter. Her friend, Aida, was out with the kids. Their kids, yes, but Aida did not know the father of her child. She was kind of a back to nature earth mama, so might be out in nature, or, maybe had found a lover supportive of nurturing the infants? They had a double stroller, so it was common stance for the infants to be out together, though there were times when one side was only carrying supplies with a single infant aboard in the other side.
The medic who lived across the courtyard was sometimes bringing home other women. None seemed to be a steady; actually, none ever appeared to repeat a visit. His job sometimes had him on shifts where he slept at work and would then be off on odd intervals in his own place. Alexandra sort of had already imagined progressing in their not yet initiated romance. She even had toyed herself while toying with the idea of a charming trinket to add to her necklace that had an idea for a staff circumscribed by a snake (wasn't that the symbol for a medic? She wondered). She was all too glib to do the research herself, so now was a perfect time to go over while the medic seemed to be alone in his apartment and, well, find out.
She pulled on a pair of the brightest panties she had, just in case someone needed to notice she wasn't only wearing the sweatshirt while crossing the courtyard. The light purple was bright, yes, and did show, yes, but it wasn't complimenting the sweatshirt the way that she wanted. She peeled the panties off while imagining being watched. She smiled even brighter than usually, breathing into her fantasy, breathing into her imagination, breathing into her increasing excitement.
Oh, reality before fantasy, or, at least enough reality to go make that fantasy come true! She found a pair that were shiny black, really flattering against the color of her legs, and a subtle statement about the darkest tones within the fabric of her sweatshirt. This could work, she thought happily. She gasped as her imagination included the medic removing her panties for her.
Should she wear her sandals as if just dashing over for a quickie? Her gardening shoes, as if another earth momma? High heels that said he should fuck her before talking? She rotated the imagined choices with critical review. Oh, high socks with the team emblem! He looked athletic! He would appreciate her being a sporting enthusiast! Team tryouts, that's the ticket! He was a guy, he probably would play ball. Play. Ball. With. Her.
