Chapter 18. Dominic. (April 2002)
The roadside café was a typical greasy spoon establishment and checking out the clientele while waiting to be served I found them to be mainly lorry drivers and builders. At one table though sat a smartly dressed guy in his early thirties who smiled when our eyes met. Having been served I carried my coffee over to the table where he sat and indicating the vacant chair opposite him asked if it was taken.
"No help yourself, I'd be glad to have the company of an attractive lady," the guy replied.
His name was Dominic and he was on his way to a business meeting next day in C, stopping the night at a Travelodge just outside the town. Telling Dominic I'd stayed there a few times myself I went on to tell him it was probably amongst the best. For my part I told him that I was on my way home, having concluded my business earlier than expected, and we were travelling in roughly the same direction, though remaining vague about my final destination.
Dominic was a suave and confident sort of guy who leaning his upper body across the table as we talked placed a hand on my knee beneath it.
"If you've time to spare as you said, maybe you could divert to the Travelodge and show me the luxuries it affords." Dominic said with a wink and a smile, his fingertips slipping under the hemline of my skirt.
"Maybe I could." I returned his smile and Dominic's hand crept higher up my leg.
"Ah stockings, nice," his hand continued upwards. "I also like the way you've uncrossed your legs and parted them a little."