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Prologue: A Thief in the Night

More argument followed, then Alice finally agreed, so long as she could keep her bra on. Mom's drunk friend Betty would have none of that and unfastened Alice's bra herself with a scream of delight. They all ran out of the room after that. I locked the door behind them and stopped Alice from re-hooking her bra.

"Just keep your arms at your sides and I won't see a thing" I smiled. Not strictly true, but...

Alice said "I give up" and lay back down.

I moved her over so that I could work on her back and pulled the robe down to give me access. In all fairness, Alice had a decent body for her age, she just hid it. It struck me as odd how a woman who was so proper could be so soft. You forget about people being human when you see them in the same clothes and the same situations all the time.

I spent a long time on Alice's back. I heard the women leave and my mother banging pans in the sink. She checked on us through the door, and we assured her that all was well. I did anyway. Alice just mumbled a few words. I heard the dishwasher running and my mother in her room, then all was quiet except for Alice's murmured words of pleasure. I said very little, partly because I didn't know what to say and partly because I was working.

I confess to feeling a little thrill when I saw a side view of Alice's decent sized breasts and the waistband of her Hanes panties. Thongs, bikini-style and high-rise panties may be the choice of younger women, but Alice had on regular panties in white. Very sensible.

The more I massaged Alice's back, the more she murmured and made sounds of pleasure. She was enjoying it. When I began massaging her feet and ankles she started getting into the sensuality of it all. Her feet were sensitive and I felt her leg stiffen when I massaged the sole of her foot and her ticklish toes. She twitched again and again and actually moaned a time or two. The moans made me hard, and I was glad she couldn't see the crotch of my jeans. I may have had sex with my girlfriend two hours earlier, but I was still a healthy male.

As I worked my way up Alice's legs I heard more moans, but some nervous chatter on her part also. I tried some soothing words of reassurance and kept mentioning that we could stop when she felt uncomfortable. Alice said she felt way TOO comfortable, but that if a "girl" could be forgiven an excess or two, now was the time. She also mentioned that the effects of the alcohol may be good for her, and that even the oldest child should let her hair down now and then.

I puzzled over the meaning of that, but not for long. I was now above the knee and feeling soft portions of thigh. I lifted Mom's blue robe a foot and folded it back across Alice's butt. In doing so I got a nice glimpse of panties, even in the dim light of three candles.

Maybe it was the nap, maybe the excitement of the moment, but I was no longer tired. I took an extra long time to enjoy the soft thighs and the view of Alice's shifting ass. Alice was definitely getting into it. Her sounds of pleasure were constant, except for time out to excuse herself for not shaving "down there"--if I could see anything. I could. Even in dim light the dark hairs along the legband of her panties were visible. I could also see the mound of her womanhood. I wished I had a flashlight.

Despite my view, I lied and told Alice it was too dark to see anything. She whimpered an unintelligible response in between moans of delight. I was now totally on the bed straddling her left leg, with my hands high enough on her thighs to touch her panties. I held my breath each time I briefly touched cotton, but there was no words of rebuke. Alice actually raised herself slightly, arching her back in pleasure, or pushed into the bed.

My hands got bolder and bolder until contact with the band of Alice's panties was continuous.

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