Warning: the story is still in its build-up phase...teasing only!
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With Lexi in the car, the drive downtown seemed to fly by. Before I knew it, we were pulling into the Back Bay Garage. A short walk later, we were sitting in the sunny window of another cafe, this time on stools set close together so that our thighs nestled comfortably together. We each ordered an iced coffee and sipped while we talked about what she had seen and done in town.
"How about this..." I began. "Let's walk through the Public Gardens, get some lunch, and head for the Aquarium?"
"God, that sounds great!" came the enthusiastic response.
Even in fall, the Gardens were beautiful, holding onto the last blooms tenaciously. As we strolled, Lexi held just as tenaciously onto my arm, letting her head rest on my arm whenever we stopped to admire something. I have no idea what we talked about, but I remember her laughing face looking up at me and the flutter it gave me to get that kind of reaction from a beautiful young woman. The occasional gust of wind whipped tendrils of hair around her face, and her blue eyes were shining with health and happiness.
As we crossed the Common headed for lunch, my arm fell comfortably across her back and held her waist. Our strides matched and I entertained her with stories about buying cheap weed on this very spot back in high school. At the far end, I pointed out the Orpheum theater where I worked as an usher, and then I steered her through the Granary Burying Ground. The street sounds faded as we took in the rows of weathered stone
We didn't say much, but when we passed the grave of Crispus Attucks and the other casualties of the Boston Massacre, Lexi spoke in a soft voice: "I remember learning about him."
We went on past a memorial to Paul Revere and Samuel Adams' grave, then out the other side and onto the busy streets again. Once we were through the gate, Lexi stopped to look back in.
"Wow..." she said in that same subdued voice, "that was like stepping back in time!"
"I know-that's why I love Boston so much," I told her with equal gravity. "You can go from the 21st century to the 18th in a few steps."
Unexpectedly, Lexi stepped in front of me and stood on tiptoe to kiss me on the cheek. My arms went protectively around her as she rested her forehead on the front of my sweater.
"I never knew this stuff was here," she murmured. "I'm so glad you brought me with you."
"I love being here with you," I assured her, resting my chin on top of her head. "Not many people get why I love this city so much-it makes it so much better when you're with someone who gets it!"
"I'm starting to get it," came the soft reply. "and..." she added sounding more like herself, "this sweater feels a-MA-zing against my skin!"
I laughed and hugged her. "That's why I chose it!" I said with a smile. "Let's go eat."
My arm stayed around her as we walked down Beacon street. That last moment lingered in my mind, and judging by her silence, in Lexi's as well. Did I choose the sweater because I wanted her to feel it? Did she want to feel it against her skin like she said before? Where was all this going to end up?
Fortunately, the pub appeared in front of us. I held the door for her, and a chipper Irish waitress led us to a quiet table in front. Without hesitation, we chose the two chairs side by side.
"Will you be wanting a drink before ye decide on yer food?" asked the waitress.
"I'll have a Guinness," I told her, and then turning to Lexi, I added, "and a...".
"Cider, please."
"Right away."
As the waitress turned her back, Lexi grinned. Then it struck me-she was under 21! I remember the thrill of being served without question, and knew quite well what she was thinking.
"You look amazing," I told her, "and you don't look like a minor at all."
Lexi's face flushed with pleasure, and her eyes sparkled mischievously.
"So no one can tell you're a dirty old man buying drinks for a college girl?"
"Nope. They think I'm a dirty old man buying drinks for a beautiful young woman."
"Oh...well that's OK, then!" Again, the grin flashed full strength and her eyes sparkled. There's something about "getting away with it" that makes a young woman feel special-more mature and more powerful. Guys just feel like they have fooled the world; women seem to feel like they have accomplished something more. Either way, I was the beneficiary of Lexi's pleasure.
When the waitress returned, we accepted our drinks placidly and ordered sandwiches-BLT for her and Reuben for me. The sparkle of being accepted in the adult world still illuminated her face, though, and I smiled at her enjoyment.
"Here's to an excellent and unexpected day out!" I toasted gallantly, tipping my glass toward hers.
"Very excellent!" she replied, "And it's just getting started!" she added with a wink.
My pulse pounded as we clinked the rims together. Each of us took a sip, silent in our thoughts. I can't speak for hers, but mine started with a good lunch and ended with Lexi sprawled across my king-sized bed, writhing with pleasure. I'm sure there was a glimmer in my eyes at that point, and I was heartened to see her gazing back at me seductively. Where do women learn to do that? Half-closed lids, a slight curl of a smile, and a slow sip of her cider for punctuation...God, it was sexy!
For most of our time together, Lexi's double-entendres had been driving me crazy. Here in a quiet pub, drinks in hand and the promise of more hanging in the air between us, I had to know. I toyed with the idea of asking her what she was hoping for, but decided (as the adult in the situation) to simply move things forward. I set my glass down and turned toward her in my chair. Unconsciously, Lexi mirrored my movements. Her hand stayed uncertainly on the table, and I covered it with mine.
"I'm so glad I ran into you," I said simply. She smiled demurely. Then I lifted her hand and brought it to my lips. After kissing it softly, I looked at her again and saw her sexy smile return. With that encouragement, I tugged gently on her hand, drawing her to me. She leaned forward willingly and our lips met for the first time. Hers were soft and pliant and had the sweet tang of cider on them. I broke the kiss after just a few moments and retreated an inch or two, letting her make the next move. Happily, she did not disappoint me!
Freeing her hand from mine, Lexi braced herself with one hand on the back of my chair and the other on my thigh. She leaned forward, but just before our lips met again, she paused.
"I've been wanting you to do that for a really long time," she said in a low, sexy voice. "I'm glad you finally did it-I was starting to think you were acting like a teacher or a dad again!"
Before I could protest, she grinned and kissed me passionately. Her lips parted this time, and I felt her tongue dart out to tease me. Her hand moved from the back of the chair to the back of my neck, and as our tongues met and explored each other for the first time, her other hand moved a fraction of an inch, caressing my thigh.
My heart was quickening when I saw motion out of the corner of my eye. Our waitress had rounded the corner and was heading our way with a tray held high. I gave Lexi a final peck; she caught my intention and as our sandwiches arrived, we turned back to our places at the table.
"Reuben for you, sir, and BLT for the young lady," said our waitress with light brogue. "Will you be wanting anything else right away?" she inquired, arching one expressive eyebrow at me.
"No, thanks...this will do for now," I assured her.
That kiss left both of us a little giddy. I'm sure we ate and drank like normal people-I just remember laughing and watching her giggle and feeling the pressure of her knee on mine. Occasionally, her hand grazed my arm or my thigh, and I found myself eager for the contact. With a quick signal to the waitress, I got our check and gave her a credit card. I wanted to take Lexi straight to the hotel. I wanted to take her to the Aquarium and watch her face when the sharks swam by. Most of all, I wanted to kiss her again.
When we made it to the sidewalk outside, Lexi burst out laughing. Holding my arm against herself tightly, she grinned up at me. "That waitress TOTALLY knows something is going on!"
"Well, she's not wrong, is she?" I responded with a smirk.
"Nope. Something is definitely going on here!"
Standing on tiptoes, she lifted her face to mine again and our lips met in a delicious kiss. Once again, I saw the waitress out of the corner of my eye-she was staring out the window at us. When she saw me looking, she rolled her eyes and returned to clearing our table. I didn't share that with Lexi-I just wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, giving my full attention to the sweet, soft lips and agile tongue she was sharing with me.
It was a half-mile walk to the Aquarium. We were so wrapped up in each other that we blew past the Old State House, the Boston Massacre site, and a couple of other famous things like Quincy Market without even seeing them. At every crosswalk, she turned to me for a kiss or stood in front of me so I could wrap my arms around her and nuzzle her slender neck. I especially liked that move because it gave me a chance to feel her nubile young body pressed against me while I was busy nuzzling! Her firm little ass made amazing little circles on my groin during these moments, and I was in a constant state of arousal, broken up by crosswalks and crowded sidewalks.
I have to admit that I didn't spend a lot of time looking at the penguins or the giant sea tank at the Aquarium. Usually, I could spend hours there taking in the sights. This time, I was seeing it through Lexi's eyes, which were sparkling with wonder. I watched her a lot more than I watched the fish. Seeing her startled response to a shark brushing past her fingertips or hearing her sigh while she watched the sea jellies was a perfect way to experience the whole thing. The fact that I spent a lot of that time holding her close made it even better!
After several hours, Lexi and I were standing at the top of the giant ocean tank watching the divers go in to feed the fish. It was a bit crowded at the rail, and she stood in front of me while I braced my arms on the rail to defend our space. As lovely as it was to see the fish coming up and to feel her body against mine, I felt like it was time to go. Lexi had the same thought-I think the crowds were bumming her out. She turned within my grasp, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in my ear.
"Do you want to take me somewhere else?"
God, what a question! I'm sure my grin had a hungry quality to it, but I ratcheted down my lust a bit and said, "Anywhere you want!" in a happy voice.
"Let's get outside and figure it out."
"Deal."
I followed her bewitching ass down the long spiral walkway. When we got outside, it was breezy and bright-always a shock when you've been in the dim blue light inside. She took my arm once again, and after a moment, I walked toward the Greenway as it ran along the waterfront. The wind whipped off the harbor and made the area cooler than the rest of the city, but we kept close together for warmth.
"So do you want to keep going?" I asked Lexi as we strolled. "We can stop and get a snack, or a coffee, or whatever you want while we figure out what to do."
"Actually...can we get another drink?" Lexi's smile flashed with new-found confidence.
"Absolutely-there's a great bar right across the street!" I had forgotten the allure of drinking when it was a rare occasion, but I was happy to go along with her wishes.
With quick steps, we crossed to the Granary Tavern. The dark wood and leather seats seemed to please her, and we tucked into a small table. After shedding our coats, I went to the bar and ordered another Guinness for myself and cider for Lexi. When I brought them back, she had shed her leather jacket and was sedately checking her phone. She looked every inch a proper young woman, and it struck me how ridiculously lucky I was at that moment. She looked up and smiled.
