I met Alice in the apartment complex I lived in when I got married. 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. She was the unofficial "handyman" for the floor as she really was very good with minor repairs and such. Even management recommended her for minor repairs. I think she also received a break in her rent because of it. We would usually bump to each other either in the laundry room or by the pool.
At the time I was 37 and she was a bit older than me, 42 or 43 maybe, about 5-0 tall very short black hair with streaks of blue. She had a very endearing smile, a really big ass and even bigger breasts. I always saw her wearing these denim overalls and boots unless she was at the pool where she would usually wear a one piece swimsuit that could not hide her ample curves and beautifully sculpted legs.
Her demeanor was very friendly. Her roommate, Tina, who happened to be her domestic partner was the opposite. She was younger than her 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 mannerisms were on the masculine side. After a while Alice and I would hang out on weekends by the pool and have some drinks while listening to music.
I had tripped recently and twisted my ankle pretty bad. Even went to the hospital and had X-rays taken. I didn't break it but it was swollen pretty bad and it hurt quite a bit. So I took off a week from work to allow the swelling and pain to subside. I was so bored by myself so I decided to do some laundry. It was a Monday around 10:00 AM. There was nobody outside so I figured most people were at work, so after a shower I didn't bother to dress myself completely and all I was wearing an oversized T-shirt with nothing underneath.
I grabbed my crutches and a small bag of my dirty clothes. I would make a few trips since I couldn't really grab the entire load while on the crutches. As I went to the laundry room I realized this was a Pain in the Ass Idea! I was getting frustrated with the crutches. By the third or fourth trip I ran into Alice. She immediately asked me what happened and how. Then she insisted to help me out. She walked me to my apartment and grabbed the remaining clothes.
I had forgotten that I left a book on a table to read it later. She noticed the setup and exclaimed, "I see your getting ready to pay me with a book, huh?" while giving me a really titillating smile.
"Do you want to read it?" I asked.
She simply responded, "Hell yeah!"
So she went off to the laundry and I waited for her coming back. When she returned she had a carafe full of lemonade so we sat on my balcony to drink and make small talks while the clothes get washed. It was a bit early in the day but I figured what else do I have to do? She was funny and we had a good laugh.
She gets up to go check on the clothes. I started getting these sharp pulses of pain at my ankle. I guess that having my foot down was not helping the swelling and my pain started to increase. Alice comes back in and I tell her about the pain. She moved over to me and raised my leg and placed it on her thigh. It did the trick as it eased my discomfort. We kept up the small talk, drank some more and I began noticing that she kept looking at my seat and she was now gently caressing my leg and thigh. I then realized what she was looking 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. She now had a pretty nice view of my exposed pussy. She wasn't really staring overtly 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 presumptuous of me but it didn't work anyway. I decided to let it be.
Her caressing was actually relaxing and very soothing. I closed my eyes for a few seconds as she was now applying this pressure with her thumb as she stroked my thigh upwards. She seemed to notice something and begins telling me that she had gone to Massage school but never finished. That explained why it felt so good.
She purred another glass of lemonade. The conversation gradually began shifting as did her demeanor. She became very inquisitive into what I enjoyed. Then it was more of what I enjoyed physically. By this time she was leaning closer to me. This allowed her to use both hands to massage me. Her touch was definitely more sensual as her hands masterfully kneaded my upper thigh. She kept talking while her hands ventured to my inner thigh. I felt her fingers gently brush up against my pussy while she stared at me with a sexually charged playfulness that was intriguing me. She looked at me continuing her action. My pussy slowly became damp.
