It was a sunny day in summer as I drove my new VW Scirocco south from Anchorage toward the Kenai.
I stopped for a cup of coffee about an hour into a three hour drive. Pulling up in front of a small shopping mall, I stayed in my car for just a few minutes waiting for a look at the lady customer at the counter. She had a delicate slender figure and was dressed in a light pastel yellow dress. Her beautiful strawberry blond hair was the perfect addition to her soft manner. As she came out to her car, I could see she was very pretty and I saw a hint of a smile. Obviously, she had seen me watching her. She didn't start her car right away too. She seemed to wait for me to come out. Again I saw a hint of a smile as she started her car and left the parking lot. She pulled out to the stop sign and then headed her car south, the same direction I was going. I followed but since she was driving her Lincoln, she soon passed the car ahead of her. I passed it also not to be following her but the car was going too slow.
Soon after, she passed another car and I did too. Then we both headed up the mountain highway and the many curves that lay ahead. Both cars were just going a little over the speed limit and it seemed to me that we were the only cars on the highway. When she drove around a curve, I noticed a smile on her face as she must have notice that we seemed to be driving together also.
After the long drive, she stopped for gas and I did as well. I rolled down my window to say hi and she rolled down hers. I wanted to say something but it came out stupid. I said, "I like the way you drive. You drive just like me." Wow, how stupid! She giggled and I found out she was in the area for a funeral later in the day. We talked a bit and I invited her for lunch at a nice restaurant in the small town.
At lunch, I found out her name was Lyndi - beautiful name for a pretty lady. Lyndi commented on how she liked the salad dressing and asked if I knew what type it was. She dipped her finger in her salad dressing and offered for me to taste it. I tasted it and when her finger remained a second longer, I leaned closer and kissed her fingertip. She didn't expect this and then she also kissed her fingertip ever so gently, almost like an erotic gesture. Our eyes locked together and our talk turned more intimate.
I found out she was married but was unhappy and separating. I had been divorced for a couple years at this point so we chatted quietly for a while before she had to go. I gave her my phone number on a napkin just in case, still thinking she would probably just drive back home and not call.