You reach a hand behind your neck, awkwardly rubbing below where the skin meets your hair as you try to force out the stragest question of your life. "Well uh... now that you mention it... would it be okay if I touched you... legs?" You're anxious at this whole unfamiliar situation, and it drives you to offer up an explanation. "It's just uh... they're really pretty, and they look soft... kinda makes me curious...."
Alexis is smiling, and you hope your instinct that she's amused by how awkward you are is what she's quietly giggling at. With all four hands on her hips, she steps closer to you, now within arm's reach. She strikes a pose, twisting slightly to present her right side to you, though she keeps her gaze locked with yours the whole time. "Pick your favorite and feel away."
Do you have a favorite? You'd never really considered the concept of a favorite leg, and you don't consider it now as you drop down to one knee, hands going straight for the back-right leg. At first, you're taking things gently, putting a cautious palm against the back of her calf. It's warm, smooth - god, you had no idea how smooth it would be. You can't help but place your other hand on her thigh, a blush appearing on your cheeks. Her skin is like freshly-heated butter, so creamy to the touch.
You spend a few moments rubbing your hands up and down that leg, before placing them both around the ankle of its front counterpart. Even at the boniest part of the limb, its still like some sort of heavenly cream. There isn't a blemish or bump to be found as you work your hands up, growing bold enough to throw in the occasional squeeze. Every time you apply that gentle pressure, it produces another contented sigh from Alexis, a wordless signal to keep going. Her enjoyment is only causing the heat in your core to grow in its intensity.
When your hands are at her upper thigh, you're lost in the wonderful sensation of her flesh beneath your hands, and you don't realize quite how high up you've gone. It finally hits you as your hand presses against something, retaining enough moment to slip slightly inside. Your eyes widen at the sight of your finger having pushed all the way up into her folds, without really intending it. Quickly you move to pull away, but by the time you've done so, Alexis has already let out an aroused moan.
You're expecting her to be furious as you look up, already stammering out an apology. You get as far as the 'I didn't mean to' before you're silenced by the look in her eye. Its something you can't recall having ever seen before in a person, but you recognize it on some deep, instinctual level. The carnality of her gaze has you dumbstruck, keeping you from resisting as one front foot presses against your shoulder, pinning you to the grassy ground.
The early morning dew is cool against your back as she straddles you, lowering down onto her knees. From this angle, you don't know what to focus on - her heaving breasts, their ample nipples stiff as boards, or the slit that's begun to moisten. You settle on her eyes instead, and in her gaze some of the fire... it hasn't subsided, certainly, but there's something more reasoned behind it. "Uh... sorry," she says quietly, "I got a little... carried away there..."
She hasn't moved, though. If anything, there's something hopeful in her gaze as she asks, "Unless uh... you'd like to...?"