Condo Maintenance Man
Copyright© 2026 by Seafarer
Chapter 3: Alice and Julia
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: Alice and Julia - Jackson was a blue-collar guy working in A/C & R at a Health Maintenance Organization (HMO). That job fizzled out, so he applied to work at a large condominium. He got the job as the maintenance man. He was hired to replace the previous maintenance man, who is retiring. Oddly, a lot of needy ladies live in the all-female condo. The maintenance logbook, which was passed down, has some cryptic euphemisms in it.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Workplace Mother Son First Oral Sex Petting
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 up #6004. The lady occasionally has water issues because her air handler leaks into the apartment.
OK ... That seemed odd.
George’s notes say that 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 small one-bedroom singles and small 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 ‘Brie’ if you like.”
I thought to myself, “I like, I like 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 must have dribbled there.
I turned to look at her, and she had let the bottom of her robe part, showing me 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 up and headed to the nearby couch. I sat with her in my lap as she pursed her lips for a kiss and closed her eyes. 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. Brie had her little hands all over my chest. I don’t know where she’s originally from, but her skin is a tan shade. Her dime-sized areolas are slightly darker than her light skin, and her nipples are mere 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 my mouth. We made out like teenagers for a bit. She went to move, and I slid to the floor and dived in for a close-up 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 littler pussy. I pulled her bum out a few more inches so she was leaning back. That gave me room in her small lap for me to get close enough to lick her well.
“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 small. 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 noisily 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 do more. 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.
Brie 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 with her pint-sized titties gently. I felt her insides begin to tremble. She rocked slowly and gently. She closed her eyes and rocked slowly for a long time, savoring the feeling. I am sure it was longer than fifteen minutes before she started to cum again.
Her pussy had twitched on me for a bit, and I just released myself into her as she quivered and shook in another good cum.
She felt the heat and pushed down firmly, so I was squirting the last few bits close to her cervix.
We sat there for a bit. Brie kept trembling and held me close. The trembling pussy kept me firm. It was gratifying staying linked together like this.
After several minutes, she surprised me by turning away. Still connected, she scooted her butt back tighter to my stomach. 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.
Brie was experimenting with how much of JJ she could handle. She has one of the obviously 3 1/2-inch deep vagina’s.
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 stroke, my glans nudged the end of her short tunnel. She knew just how far to go. I’m sure if she went too hard, it would hurt her.
“EEeeeeeeeee, Jackson, you are sooo gooooddd ... AIEEEEEeeeeeeee...”
She crumpled to my chest as my cock spurted her full again. Brie 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 didn’t know was that the women I was dealing with all shared emails and details. Brie told them I was hung like a horse. I’m really not. I’m maybe 20% bigger than the average Joe, 6 inches long and an inch and a half wide. It was her little pussy that made me seem so big to Brie.
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 was lit on a panel. It was an elevator issue. I went to look at the elevator in question. Two elevators are in the middle of the building, and one is at each end for our top-floor 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, a light came on in one of the end units. I went and checked the hydraulic fluid level. That was good. I drew an inch of fluid from the reservoir. The sample was cloudy. 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. 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 I worked Saturday.
Tuesday, Julia called me in.
She said, “This morning, you will meet Alice Gray. This will be her first time in our circle. She’s 53 and has been alone since she was 24. She married a minister who got caught with a married female assistant minister.”
She continued, “She was a minister across town in her own small church. Alice swore off men for a long time. She received a modest settlement from the church. The church sent her to Washington State to be a pastor as a way of getting her away from town. Her ex 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. She is, after all, a religious woman.”
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.”
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