Chapter 3: Alice and Julia

The next day, George and I briefly talked about the job. He was leaving to get married. She was 12 years younger than him, and they planned to have the obligatory 2.3 children. I could tell he was besotted by her. I saw little of George after that.

A few days later, Julia called to say that #6004 had an AC issue. Could I go up and check? I was in the office, so I looked #6004 up. The lady occasionally has water issues with her air handler leaking.

OK ... That seemed odd.

George’s notes said when it happens, it gets very wet.

I went upstairs and rang the bell at 6004. The two top floors have larger, more upscale apartments. In comparison, the two lowest floors are all small one-bedroom singles and even smaller studios.

A tiny Hispanic-looking woman opened the door in a thin, flowery robe.

“Señor Reese?”

“I said, “Yes. I’m here about the air conditioner, Señorita Carballo?”

She said, “Sí, Brianna Carballo, you may call me ‘Bri’ if you like.”

I thought to myself, “I like, I like that very much.”

“Call me Jackson, please.”

Brianna is pretty petite. Her small breasts and pretty little legs show from beneath her mid-thigh robe. Her dark brown hair is long and wavy, and her eyes are so dark that they are almost black. Her face is nearly elfin.

I took the two top screws from the air handler cover out and set the cover aside. I knelt down and saw two tablespoons of water in the tray under the triangular radiator. Huh? It was in an area where it had to have been dribbed there.

I turned to look at her, and she had let the bottom of her robe part, showing me many of her pretty delights.

I said, “It’s not very wet here, Bri.”

She opened her legs a few inches suggestively and said, “That is not where it is wet, Señor. Do you understand?”

I scooped her little body up and headed for the nearby couch. I sat with her in my lap as she pursed her lips for a kiss. She kissed me with her tiny bee-sting lips, making me feel kinky, making out with such a little person.

She plucked at my shirt, and I slid it off. Bri had her little hands all over my chest. I don’t know where she’s originally from, but her skin is a light tan. Her dime-sized areolae are slightly darker than her light skin, and her nipples are tiny bumps.

She turned and wiggled the robe off her shoulders as she pressed her little cones to my chest. She rubbed the tips across my chest as her little tongue went to work on me. We made out like teenagers for a bit. She went to move, and I slid to the floor and dived in for a closeup lick of her pussy. The hair there is curlier but the same shade as her head.

Her pussy is precisely to scale. This little woman has a tiny little pussy. I pulled her bum out a few more inches so she was leaning back, giving me room in her small lap to get close enough to lick her good.

“WAAaaaaaaaaaa, uhn, uhn, uhn. What you do?”

Her pussy slit is less than two inches from the clitoral hood down to her taint. Her actual hole looks miniature. She has a nice bikini trim. Her goodies were all there for me to see. She’s so delicate and tiny all over.

For her answer, I continued to lick her more. She was simple, a lick here, a tickle there, and she soon started shuddering all over. She loudly moaned her lungs out as I licked her through one orgasm after another. After some time, maybe ten minutes, she pushed my chest away.

She said, “Por Favor, Señor Reese, please stop. I cannot go on. My belly hurts so much.”

I got up and pulled her into my arms.

Her hand went down, and felt my cock. Her eyes got big.

“I am not sure that beeg thing will fit in me.”

I said, “Get up, I can show you how it will fit. We will try it for a little bit and see. Just enjoy the moment. It will fit fine. We’ll go real slow, OK?”

With big eyes, she nodded and got up. I had kicked my shoes off earlier, so I sucked my underwear and pants off in one push. I sat back down, and she got on my lap again.

Sitting down, half of my 6 1/2 inches was now hidden between my thighs, with about half sticking up past my thighs.

Bri smiled and positioned herself to sit side-saddle on my legs with half of me just inside her. She moved a couple of times until the part sticking up was inside her. She had managed half of me inside her.

Sitting sideways, she started kissing me as I played gently with her pint-sized titties. I felt her insides begin to tremble. She rocked slowly and gently. She rocked slowly for a long time, savoring the feeling. I am sure it was longer than fifteen minutes before she started to cum.

Her pussy had twitched on me for a bit, and I just released myself into her. She felt the heat and pushed down firmly, so I was squirting the last few bits right close to her cervix.

We sat there for a bit. Bri continued to tremble and hold me to her. The trembling pussy kept me relatively firm. It was gratifying staying linked together like this. After several minutes, she surprised me by turning away from me. Still connected, she scooted her butt tighter to my abdomen. She started using her legs and the floor to force herself back into me. I grabbed her small titties from behind and enjoyed holding and petting them.

The average American pussy is 3 1/2 to a little less than 5 inches deep. It can stretch a little more in some of them. Most women find really hung guys uncomfortable and even painful.

Bri was experimenting with how much of JJ she could handle. She has one of the obviously 3 1/2-inch deep vaginas.

She got up, took my hand, and led me to her bedroom. She gently pushed me over on my back and crawled up my legs like a cat. She put me at her center. She slid me in and started pumping at me face-to-face. Every downstroke, she twerked her hips at me. At every stoke, my glans tapped the end of her little tunnel.

“EEeeeeeeeee, Jackson you are sooo gooooddd ... AIEEEEEeeeeeeee...”

She crumpled to my chest as my cock spurted her full again. Bri lay on me, panting her little heart out. I felt every tremor, twitch, and jerk her little pussy made.

A few minutes later, we took a quick shower together. I still had some work to do today. I kissed her before opening the door and taking my toolbox. She is sweet on me, I can tell.

What I did not know were the women I was dealing with all shared emails and details. Bri told them I was hung like a horse. I’m really not. I’m maybe 25% bigger than the average Joe, 6 1/2 inches long and an inch and a half wide. It was her little pussy that made me seem so big.

Anyway, I suddenly became more popular with some in the circle, which made a few more nervous. Two older gals dropped out, and Julia added replacements to the schedule she had waiting in the wings.

I went to the office, and a warning signal kit was lit up on a panel. It was an elevator issue. I went to look at the elevator in question. There are two elevators in the middle of the building, one at each end for our condo owners. There is also a large elevator in the middle that is only for industrial use. I have a key, and the security guards have a key to that one.

As luck would have it, one of the end units had a light come on. I went and checked the hydraulic fluid level. That was good. I drew an inch of fluid from the reservoir. The sample was cloudy, t. That’s not good. I called Julia with the bad news.

We have a contract with the elevator company. She called back and said they would be here in the morning. I turned off the power on that unit and posted a sign saying, “We are sorry. This elevator is out of use temporarily.”

We don’t let contract workers run around free, so I got stuck escorting them in and out of the building for two days as they worked on the elevator. It was a blown seal that had self-sacrificed. They had to empty and purge the system before replacing the seal. Then, they refilled the reservoir and ran a litany of tests. Two days of those guys. Elevator guys always seem smellier and greasier than any other kind of tech.

The last day they were here was a Saturday, so I got time and a half pay for that. Sunday, Mom and I had a naked day tanning at our pool. We spent much of the day poolside. We don’t do the dirty, but I enjoy putting suntan lotion on Mom’s delightful bits. She seems to like putting it on mine.

I had Monday off because of Saturday.

Tuesday, Julia called me in.

She said, “This morning, you will meet Alice Gray. She’s 53 and has been alone since she was 24. She married a minister who got caught with a female assistant minister.”

She continued, “Alice swore off men for a long time. Back then, she received a modest settlement from the church. He was sent to Washington State to be a pastor there as punishment. He sends alimony, which she will collect until one of them dies.”

She said, “Alice raised her two daughters and moved here when they went off to college. She’s a kind, gentle woman, and I am unsure exactly what she wants. She may want to have coffee with a man. Please be kind and gentle with her.”

I said, “I am always gentle unless I am being mistreated. I would never hurt a woman.”

She said, “Thank you. You’re a big man but quiet and well-spoken. She’s in #1046, a single. She says her television is on the fritz. Go knock on her door. Please let me know how it goes.”

“Yes, Julia. I’ll see you later.”

I went to #1046. I pushed the doorbell and saw movement through the door viewer. She opened the door.

She asked, “Yes?”

I said, “I’m Jackson Reese. I’m here to check on your television problem.”

She said, “How do you do? I’m Alice Gray.

She opened the door fully to let me in. She looked to be 5’ 5” and 150 pounds or thereabouts. Although she appeared somewhat chubby, she seemed sweet and quiet.