As a detective, I often had occasion to help various merchants out with their problems, routine and otherwise. One of our major department stores was beginning to experience a rash of annoying phone calls from the same man and I was sent to look into it.
The annoying calls were coming in to the store switchboard at a rate of about fifty a day, all from the same man. The operators did their best to field them while taking care of the other, legitimate calls. In this particular store, the operators’ station was located in the basement. There was room for four operators in a relatively cramped cubicle directly across the hall from the security office. On this occasion, there were two operators on duty. One of them was Alice. If I had known at that moment how my life was about to change, I’d have turned around and left. Unfortunately, that kind of perfect vision is available only in hindsight and I walked into the trap like a very willing fly walking over to greet the hungry spider.
I was in my early thirties at the time and Alice appeared to be about the same. I did my investigative thing diligently and soon had enough information for a report. The caller appeared to both women to be young, perhaps a teenager. Alice volunteered to string him along long enough to catch him and get him the help he needed. A week or so later, a young man was in custody confessing to his sins. He was in his mid 20’s but looked about 14. He went through the system, appeared in court, where he was sentenced to one year of psychological counseling.
Several weeks went by and I happened to run into Alice in the store cafeteria, where I often went for lunch. She had just arrived also and we agreed to share a table. While we were in line I casually observed Alice. She was quite short, maybe 5’ tall. Her face was more cute than beautiful and was surrounded by a frame of naturally curly brown hair. For a small woman, she had quite a pair of boobs. Her teeth were pearly white.
Alice and I sat together eating for about half an hour. During that time, she told me of her three children, two girls and a boy. Alice’s husband was something she wasn’t fond of talking about. His name was Frank and apparently he was quite abusive, mostly verbal, but occasionally physical. She described him as a big guy and I found it hard to believe a guy like that could beat up on a woman five feet tall and barely a hundred pounds. We had to return to work but agreed to meet again the following day in the same place. I know I shouldn’t have, but my little head was doing my thinking for me.
One thing led to another and within a month, Alice and I had made a date to go to my apartment for sex. It was a Saturday morning. Her husband was working until early afternoon and I was off for the day. I got up and showered and shaved with great anticipation. I lived a mile or so from the store where Alice answered the phone. My apartment was on the second floor and the eastern wall was all windows looking out to the parking lot. At 9:30 on the dot, Alice pulled into a parking space right in front of my apartment. I was in the window waving to her when she got out of the car. She waved back and had a huge grin on her face. My cock was getting hard. Even though it was January, all I was wearing was a pair of cut offs and my throbbing cock was quite visible.
As Alice came to the door, I was waiting for her in the doorway. There was a blast of cold winter air when she opened the outer door. Alice was dressed for the winter, wearing a long black winter coat, boots, jeans and a sweatshirt. I greeted her with a hug and a kiss and we entered the apartment, closing the door behind us. She took her coat off immediately and flung it on the couch. Then I helped her with her boots. When the boots were off and I turned to face her Alice noticed the bulge in my shorts and asked, “is that for me?”
I told her it was and she all but shoved me into the easy chair in the living room. She knelt in front of my and began undoing my shorts. After unbuttoning and unzipping, Alice reached into my shorts with a very cold hand and grasped my cock, bringing it into full view. “Oooooooooo, I like it,”she cooed as she began to give it a few preliminary strokes. Then she let go of my dick and reached around herself, pulling off the sweatshirt in a single motion. I gasped. She wore no bra and these were probably the nicest tits my eyes had ever had the pleasure of seeing in person. They were magnificent, easily a D-cup, milky white with a two inch aureole of pink and absolutely perfect nipples. But Alice gave me only a few seconds to ogle them. She wanted my cock in her mouth. Holding my wand with her right hand, Alice engulfed the head and tongued that very sensitive spot on the underside, just below the crown. I wanted to watch but the pleasure was too intense. I closed my eyes and let my head go back as I enjoyed Alice’s work. She got me just to the point of cumming, when she stood up, took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I let my shorts fall to the floor somewhere and was standing there with a monstrous hard on as Alice took off her jeans and panties in one fluid motion. She had an abdominal surgical scar but otherwise was quite appealing. I have always loved short girls with big boobs and Alice fit that bill.
