Things finally start to heat up between us...
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After the powerful emotions of our moment on the Observation Deck of the Prudential Center, I didn't want to give Lexi a lot of time to dwell on negative emotions. With that in mind, I led her to the elevators. To her surprise, we didn't go back to the high-speed set for getting back to the lobby. Instead, I led her to the regular elevators and pushed the button for the 52nd floor. She looked at me uncertainly with a puzzled expression, not yet back to her usual perky self.
Enough of that, though! We were the only ones in the car, so I quickly swept her into my arms.
"It's time!" I exclaimed dramatically.
"Time for what?"
"Time for more!"
"More what?"
"More Boston. More drinks. More me! Remember? That's what you wished for, and I know just the spot to deliver at least three out of four!"
The elevator doors opened onto the entryway of Top of the Hub-dark wood, soft leather lounging chairs, and a panoramic view of the evening skyline.
"I don't know about you," I said to her, "but I could use a drink!"
"Oh God, yes!" she agreed with the beginnings of a smile.
The hostess conducted us to a low table flanked by leather chairs. We were tucked into a corner, which was fine, and right up by the windows, which was amazing. Minutes later, she was sipping a violent orange mango mojito and I was enjoying an Irish whiskey Old Fashioned. The crisis seemed to have passed, and we sat knee to knee again, watching the traffic far below and the contrails of planes headed for Logan or for Europe as they streaked across the darkening sky. Lexi chatted happily about places she'd go if she was on one of those planes, and although neither of us mentioned it, some of them sounded pretty damn good, especially if we could have gone there together. Just the idea of her nubile young body stretched out on a beach in the Greek islands was enough to make me slurp the rest of my drink and think about a refill.
Flash forward 30 minutes. The dining room was more crowded and noisier, but Lexi and I were in our own little world. A platter of seafood and a bottle of German white wine were mostly gone, and things were definitely perking up. Being young, Lexi had never run into the old maxim about oysters being an aphrodisiac, so when I made a crack about it, she didn't know what I was talking about. That led me to explain, which made me feel ancient. She looked amused at this quaint piece of trivia, but then she laid her hand on my thigh and stroked slowly up and down, traveling from my knee all the way up until her pinky brushed my package. After a few back-and-forths that caused my cock to grow, Lexi leaned toward me.
"Maybe we should order some more," she murmured with a gleam in her eye. "You're gonna need them if we ever get somewhere besides tourist traps and bars!"
I leaned forward myself and kissed the side of her neck briefly, brushing a tendril of hair out of my way. My hand fell on her knee as I did that, and I returned her favor by trailing my fingertips up the inside of her thigh until they could go no further. Then I pulled my head back a little bit and looked her in the eye, my hand exerting firm pressure against her.
"All it takes is you, Lex...I meant it when I said how beautiful you are. And I'm sure I can find someplace that isn't so crowded so I can see what you have in mind!"
Lexi sat back, a pleased look on her face once more. I reluctantly took my hand from her leg and sat back myself. She looked so composed and lovely that I sat there frankly admiring her from booted feet to softly illuminated light brown hair. She crossed her legs composedly.
"Maybe you'd better get the check, then?" she suggested.
The car was only a half-mile away, and when we reached street level, she clung to my arm once more as we walked side by side. There was no place private along the busy streets, but when we reached Trinity church, the old-fashioned street lights were on and their glow was filtered by the remaining leaves on the trees around the plaza. With a laugh, Lexi pulled me from the sidewalk onto the expanse of grass in the middle of the block.
"Where are you taking me, woman?" I demanded in an aggrieved voice.
"I told you what I wanted, remember? I got more drinks, and I got more Boston. Now I want some more making out!"
Her hands went inside my jacket and around my waist. Her face turned up angelically, and I wrapped my arms around her as my lips descended onto hers. This time, however, she raised the ante a bit. As our tongues darted and teased, her leg found its way between my own. With the top of her thigh and her hip, she pressed against my crotch, reawakening my cock with firm pressure and a slight rocking motion. As it grew, she plastered her body against me, trapping its length between us.
"Hmm," she said, breaking our kiss but not letting go of me, "I guess you didn't need the oysters after all!"
"I told you...you're plenty of aphrodisiac all by yourself!"
"There you go again, being all sweet and nice," she laughed.
"Fine!" I said in a gruff tone. "Let's get out of here so I can grab your ass for real!"
"That's better," she smirked. "Keep walking!"
After a quick adjustment to my jeans, I turned back toward the garage. She clung to my arm once more as we threaded our way through the busy sidewalks along St. James Avenue. We ducked into the garage entrance half a block later and walked in single file down the narrow sidewalk. When we got to the car, we were alone on the lower level. Inspiration struck me, and as we passed the trunk of the car, I paused. Lexi stopped with me and turned toward me. With one easy motion, I held her waist and lifted her up to sit on the trunk. She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck. In that position, she was exactly my height, and my lips found hers.
"What's all this about?" she asked when I finally let her breath. She was grinning happily, so I knew she wasn't too upset about this turn of events.
"I've given up trying to resist you...that's all!" I said with a twinkle in my eye.
