"Yes."
He felt a new sense of arousal now, in anticipation of being able to touch her there intimately - something Diana had always prevented him from doing.
He leaned forward and lightly lifted his finger, and just lightly touched her around her outer lip region, and she naturally spread her legs a little bit, enough so that he could run his finger deeper. He knew the anatomy of women well enough - he just hadn't been allowed full access to indulge in exploring it, for so long.
As he let his finger find its way around, he was overwhelmed with the moisture he could feel coating it. He had never understood how Diana could always be completely dry during sex, and yet still seem to want sex. This feeling that he could sense on Lexi - this wetness - he knew he missed seeing. He located her clitoris and lightly touched it, and instantly heard her moan, and saw her eyes close in desire.
"Lie down here beside me," he said, his arousal growing even more now, and she did so. "Wait, do you have a towel?" he asked and she moved as if to get up. "No, I will get it."
Alexis directed him to the laundry cupboard, and watched him walk there and back, before asking her to lift her hips so he could put the towel under her, already sensing how much the sofa could suffer from her level of arousal. All the while that he was walking, Alexis could see the level of his desire showing through his boxers, and she felt a hunger start to begin in her.
He moved her - positioned her - so that he could sit between her legs, and he leaned forward, in anticipation of a flavour he hadn't tasted since he was in college. At first touch of the tip of his tongue on her, he felt her hips begin to move in line with her moaning and breathing, and he was overwhelmed with her creaminess - like she had been extremely aroused for a very long time. He wanted to stay there - he felt like he could stay there all night, tasting her and listening to her excitement. But it seemed like only a few minutes before he heard her call out loudly, while on his lips he felt her muscles contracting, as her thighs gripped around his head tightly.
He kept licking - drinking her - until he felt her pushing his head away, and heard her giggling. It was the first time he heard that sound, and it invigorated him.
"Stop," she said between giggles. "It tickles now."
Lincoln pulled back, licking his lips. He saw her smiling at him, and he realised he was smiling broadly himself. He hadn't done that for a couple of decades and yet she had been so easily pleased by him.
She sat up and kissed him.
"I want to please you. Tell me how," she said and Lincoln felt his cock strain again. He wasn't used to being around this level of forwardness - to being given permission to be honest and direct about what he wanted during sex.
He tentatively stood up in front of her.
"Take these off," he said, hardly hearing his voice come out of his mouth, but she understood and gently pulled his boxers down, allowing him to steady himself against her while he stepped out of them completely. She looked up at him and he liked the look in her eyes. It felt sinful but he continued because she was looking at him, waiting. "Lick it."
Alexis heard the request and thought nothing of it. She had performed fellatio on the men she had been with. But she didn't want to do what she had done to others - she wanted to do what he wanted her to do.
She leaned forward and poked out her tongue, and just lightly placed the very tip of her tongue on the very tip, and gave a tiny lick, as a start. Looking down at her, Lincoln could not believe he was where he was - and the look on her face as she placed her tongue on him was incredible. That first touch - tip on tip - he knew he would always remember, no matter what happened after that moment. But that was only the start - she then moved on and started to use her whole tongue, licking in long strokes from hilt to tip, up and down, over and over.
"Oh Lexi, I will come soon," he said to her, not sure where he should ejaculate, but she took that decision out of his hands as she then moved her whole mouth over him, and provided a clean place for him to explode, which he did, calling her name as he did so. He looked down and saw that even as he was still ejaculating, she held her lips over him and didn't flinch in her gaze at him. Then she was pulling her mouth away, and licking him clean.
Lincoln, after a minute of recovery, sat on the sofa and kissed her deeply, not caring about the taste.
"I have not felt that … for a very long time," he said and went back to kissing her again. And the power with which she kissed him back was incredible.
"Neither have I," she said, suddenly timid again, with a slight blush on her face. He couldn't help but smile at her unexpected shyness, the response to which was that she was then smiling demurely back at him.
He reclined backward and told her to straddle him again, and she immediately did so, but this time he pulled her to him and just held her close, kissing her lightly now and then but also looking into her eyes, and at her lips, and he found himself feeling very content in that moment.
But reality was setting in, too, and she felt him tense up slightly, underneath her.
"I know you have to go soon, Lincoln. It is okay," she said quietly, but not with any sadness, he saw.
"Yes, I will always have to run away and leave you after I come and visit. Are you sure you are alright with that?" he asked again but she kissed him and smiled.
"Yes. Come and see me when you want to see me. It does not matter how often," she said and he knew then that he was going to become highly addicted to her.
~~~~~
He visited her on the same night - Thursday night - every week for the next month. In that time he didn't let things go any further, as he was enjoying too much the feeling of pleasuring her with his tongue, and feeling her mouth pleasuring him. Sexual intercourse itself - penetration - he got at home, so he didn't feel as much need for it when he was with her.
But in their second month she brought the possibility up, as they sat on the sofa together, cuddling after mutual oral satisfaction.
"Lincoln, do you not wish to be inside of me?" Alexis asked, curious about why he had not wanted them to join yet.
She was straddling him and he saw her face as she asked that question. It was the first time that he perceived that perhaps she wanted it. Not just to please him. She - for herself - wanted to join with him. The realisation immediately caused him to grow again, and she felt it. He saw her smile and laugh.
"Oh, I think that might be my answer," she said, giggling and making him smile with what he could feel would be a slight blush on his face.
"I don't have any condoms with me," he said out loud, whilst cursing himself silently for not thinking about that.
"I do. In my bedroom," she said, giving him a look of raw desire.
He stood up, whilst still holding her in his arms, and instructed her to guide him there. Once in her room, he set her on her feet beside the bed and kissed her, holding her close.
"I'm going to lie down on the bed. Stay right here," he said as he crawled right up the bed and lay in his back. For a moment he just let himself enjoy the view of her, but he wasn't quite as hard as he wanted to be, with it being the second arousal in such a short time.
"Touch yourself," he said and saw her hand immediately move to between her legs and lightly move up and down over her clitoris. As he watched her he let his hand slowly stroke himself. He never pleasured himself, but for just a moment he let himself touch himself, just to build the hardness up.
"Get a condom out and come to me," he said and she did so. He was enthralled as she crept along the bed toward him, on all fours, and then he saw her stop and kneel, open the packet, and look to him for confirmation. When he nodded, he watched and felt her roll it down onto him, and he almost came then, in the anticipation. He had been thinking about this moment - how she would feel inside - for weeks now. He was highly excited to think he was not going to wait any longer.
Even in this, he knew it was going to be different. Diana always had to have him on top of her - always.
"Straddle me, Lex
i," he said and she moved over him, sitting upright, stopping still when she was hovered above him, waiting…
Lincoln looked at the sight before him - she looked magnificent, kneeling like she was, and he could see that part of him standing straight up, as if eager and trying to reach for her.
"Lower … slowly," he said quietly, almost a whisper, and watched as she moved onto him. Seeing that at the same time as feeling her enclose his tip made him grow the final level of hardness he could, before he watched her moving down on him. And her face - the look she held as she felt him fill her up - was enough in itself to push him close to orgasm.
He reached out his hand to her, and touched her clit as she started to move, and was pleased to be greeted with deep moaning from her, which lasted only a few minutes before he felt her clench her muscles tightly around him and then seem to collapse on him, falling forward in release, so that he could pull her head to him and kiss her deeply. From there it was natural for him to thrust up into her, and he came quickly after that, for the first time while they were kissing. It felt so intimate to him - so unlike the routine he had with his wife.
As they lay together, they kept kissing and looking to each other's eyes, as Alexis remained on top of him.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at him, and he laughed, pushing her off him and then nestling between her legs.
"Thank me? Oh Lexi. Don't you know what you do to me?"
"I don't know," she responded, quietly, and he felt a strong desire to please her again.
Moving backward he tasted her again, and didn't stop until he felt her shimmer under his tongue.
Coming up to her face level again, he thought about how much his wife was against him doing that to her, and Alexis felt him tense up, as he always did every time when it was almost time to go.
"You have to leave, I know," she said and he kissed her and nodded, pushing out of his mind the thought that in actual fact, he had just been thinking about his wife, and not at all about leaving.
"I do. I don't want to, but I do need to."
She watched him as he stood up, looking down at her until she stood up also and walked to the lounge with him, so they could both get dressed.
He kissed her, finding himself full of emotion.
"I think about you all the time, Lexi. I know I shouldn't, but I do," he said, with a slight shimmer in his voice. "You are an incredible young woman."
And then he walked out the door. To go to his office. To shower away any trace of Lexi and what he had shared with her. To then go home and hope his wife did not have plans for his body this particular night.
And to wonder where this 'friendship' with Lexi could possibly go.
5 ~ THE T RAIN TO A NEW LIFE
Present Day
Alexis woke up on Monday morning feeling refreshed from another good sleep, but also extremely agitated and nervous. She once again lay in bed for as long as she could, enjoying the peace, the warmth, and the sense of safety she felt, being in Anthony's house.
'Today is the day I move on,' she thought to herself, in some ways regretting that she had to. But did she have to? She could stay right here, with this man who so far had only been kind to her.
No, of course she had to move on. She was not his problem, and now that the news broadcast had been made, it wasn't fair of her to even let him be seen with her. The last thing she wanted was for Anthony to be dragged into her mess.
But he did seem set on catching the train with her today. And, being honest with herself, she selfishly did want him to come with her, because the ongoing 'episodes' she kept having, where she would 'zone out', as Anthony described it, were of increasing concern to her. She would see a doctor when she got settled, she decided. She had to - something was wrong. Even she, with no medical knowledge, could sense it. That was one of the reasons she'd had to get away from him - because too many things now just didn't feel right - too many things felt wrong.
When she couldn't hold on any more, Alexis used the bathroom and then made her way to the kitchen.
"Good morning," she heard Anthony say as she saw him move to her and put his arms around her, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and they had done it a hundred times before.
"Oh! Good morning Anthony," Alexis responded, slowly wrapping her arms loosely around him in return. She intended to only very briefly hug him but it felt so good, and so secure, that she did not immediately pull away, letting him decide when that would happen.
Anthony was careful to not say anything to her when she wasn't looking directly at him - he wasn't convinced that his voice was the trigger for her moments of losing herself, but he didn't want to take the chance, so just remained quiet while he held her.
He pulled away from her finally, thinking that perhaps they might be getting a bit too comfortable.
"Can I get you some coffee?" he asked and she nodded. "How are you feeling about today, Allie?"
Alexis came and stood close to him as he organised their cups.
"I feel uncertain, to be honest. I feel safe here … with you…"
"Then stay here, with me. You don't have to leave…"
"Yes I do, Anthony. But I am so thankful for all that you have done," she said as she placed a hand on his arm, and he turned to her once more, giving her another hug.
"It looks nice outside. Could we sit out there with our coffee this morning?" she asked him, pulling away again, and he nodded as he grabbed his cup. Taking hers, she followed him out the back door and they found a small spot that was warm in the sunshine.
"I feel relaxed with you, and it is a new thing for me, Anthony. I have always felt … awkward … with people, but something about you is different. It is new for me - but I do greatly like it."
"Thank you," Anthony replied quietly. "I like this … comfort … too."
"You haven't told me much about you," she said and paused. "Will you?"
"Perhaps." He smiled at her, with a sad look on his face. "Perhaps when we are on the train."
"Do you still want to come with me though? I understand if you have changed your mind, after having the night to think about it…"
"Oh no you don't, Missy. I bought my ticket and I am all fired up to go on a new journey … and on a new journey I shall go! Now, what would you like for breakfast? I am thinking I am in the mood for pancakes. What do you think?"
They stayed in the house, relaxing with each other until it was time to leave the comfort and security of his home, and start walking to the train. So far, Alexis had not reverted back into herself at all today, and she held out hope that she might not. But she was desperately worried about people identifying her from the television broadcast, and then thinking that he was her 'abductor'.
"Are you ready?" she heard Anthony ask as she took one last look at herself in the bathroom mirror. "You don't look like the photo that was on the TV, so don't worry too much, and with my clothes and that hat on, you could be a boy," he said, making her smile. He had lent her a pair of his jeans and a hoodie, to help her to look even less feminine, but both of them quite liked the look. She was thankful she had lost so much weight over the past year that her chest size had reduced right down, so it was easier to disguise her gender now than it had been a year or two ago.
"Okay. Let's go," she said, grabbing her bag, which, also being masculine, only added to the deception.
They walked quickly to the station and immediately got on the train, making sure they caught the attention of as few people as possible. Settling down into seats at the far end of the train, they both felt a sense of excitement, even though the circumstances called for them to be alert.
Alexis looked around her with the same paranoia she had experienced ever since leaving Melbourne - looking inside and outside the train to see anyone who looked like they might be looking for her.
Finally she felt the train start to move out of the station, and she let herself take a breath.
"Are you okay?" Anthony asked beside her, and she nodded
and smiled at him.
"I am fine."
~~~~~
The journey was five hours long, and would deliver them to their destination in the evening. During the long ride, Alexis prompted Anthony to talk about himself and once he relaxed he found it therapeutic to talk to her.
"But you are not … attached … to anyone, Anthony? Why?" she was asking him, curious since he seemed to be such a nice, caring person, and although she didn't look at him in the sense of him being a man, she could see that he was not unattractive.
Anthony had not wanted to talk about this particular subject because it always hurt when he did, but the woman beside him had revealed so much about her life that it didn't seem fair to not share.
"I was engaged, Allie."
"What happened?"
"She died, in a car crash, two years ago."
Alexis could hear distress starting to begin in his voice, so reached out and took his hand in hers.
"She was beautiful," he said, trying to smile but Alexis could see a tear forming in his eye as he did so. "Her name was Cynthia. With her I could see the whole future ahead - getting married and starting a family. I didn't anticipate her not being there forever…"
They sat silently for a while before Alexis started her real questioning.
"But Anthony, have you been on your own all of these past two years?" she asked and he nodded, still looking at her.
"I've had other women approach me, but I can't give myself to anyone new - not yet. My heart is still too raw."
He noticed the quietness of her beside him, and wondered what she thought of him now.
"What are you thinking?" he asked, quietly, and saw her take a moment to consider the question before she finally answered.
"I think that … you are … a lovely person. And you deserve to be loved."
Anthony lifted her hand and kissed it gently before turning away from her and saying nothing more. And Alexis let him have peace for him to indulge in his thoughts … his memories.
~~~~~
"Tickets, please!" they heard the conductor shout out as he entered their carriage. Anthony felt Alexis tense up - no-one else on the train was looking around so were not noticing any other passengers. But the man moved to where they sat, and looked directly at the two of them - seemed to look directly at her, as he used his hole punch to click a hole in each of their tickets. "Thank you," he said and moved on.
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