Chapter 30. Pravin, early forties. August.
It was only when the car began losing power before coming to a standstill that I remembered about the petrol. In too much of a rush to call at the service station last night I'd intended doing so on my way to B*** in the morning.
Damn, I had no idea where the nearest petrol station was to be found. I stood irresolute, wondering which way to start walking and thinking that at least I was wearing my flat driving shoes, when a sleek looking black car appeared. Desperately flagging it down I explained my plight to the driver who top me to, "Jump in, I'll take you to the service station about three miles ahead."
I climbed in beside the guy expressing my gratitude. Telling me it was nothing, the service station was on his route anyway, the guy introduced himself as Pravin.
Medium height and of slight build, Pravin wore glasses, his short black hair well groomed. In his early forties he was well dressed, polite and articulate.
We chatted as he drove and I told him I was about to begin a two year training period with a London solicitor as the culmination of my law studies. Commending me on my choice of career Pravin went on to tell me how his parents had settled in the UK from a village near Delhi and eventually owned several newsagents.
By this time we had arrived on the forecourt of a service station and Pravin said he'd pop inside for a petrol can. He did so and after filling the can with petrol refused payment for the can or petrol. In fact he simply waved at the attendant and climbed back into the car. His strange behaviour was explained when Pravin told me that he and his brother owned the service station, along with a string of others!
"We didn't fancy the corner shop trade," he explained. "Decided to try our luck with this instead and it's paid off handsomely."
Returning to my car Pravin poured the petrol in for me and then we drove in convoy to the petrol station where the attendant was instructed to fill the car up for me, free of charge. I realized it was my lucky day, though at that moment didn't realize just how lucky.
"My house is a couple of miles further on if you fancy a coffee," he told me, to which I assented.
Again we drove in convoy, Pravin soon turning off the road and through an open gateway. Following his car up the drive I caught my breath on seeing the huge and imposing house ahead. His service station business must be doing well, I thought.
Ushering me inside Pravin went to 'freshen up' and I looked round the huge lounge in his absence. From the numerous photos I guessed correctly that he was married with several teenage children. On his return Pravin told me they were all away visiting relations in India.
"So we have the house to ourselves," he concluded.
"And have you an ulterior motive in asking me in to your empty house for coffee," I smiled at Pravin, ensuring my skirt rode higher as I crossed my legs.
Pravin's freshening up had included removing his jacket and tie. He now undid a few buttons of his shirt while looking at me speculatively.
"My wife's been away over a month now and I'm missing female company."
He was staring openly at my legs so I uncrossed and parted them slightly, smiling at Pravin as I did so. I was missing my weekly sex sessions with Mousy now that I'd finished at Uni and really fancied the suave and handsome Pravin. I was also enjoying the role of seductress and saying it was rather warm slipped my cardigan off, making sure my skirt rode even higher in the process.
"You're a very attractive young girl Sandi and not inexperienced in the ways of the world, I think," Pravin said as he sat down beside me.
"I know how to enjoy myself with the opposite sex if that's what you mean."
"And no virgin I suspect," he placed a hand on my knee as he spoke.
"No, I lost that years ago," I smiled, resting my hand on Pravin's trouser clad thigh as his began running up mine.