It happened years ago.
I don’t know why I thought of it this morning. I think it was because I was writing a piece of dialogue and I remembered the conversation. It made me smile.
We were business colleagues working in different departments, but that day we had a shared commercial objective. She was a tiny blond girl with a taut, slender body from squash and running. She had huge luminous blue-grey eyes and a mouth it was hard not to want to kiss. I was almost as young, smart-suited and ambitious, with a yearning for romance. We liked each other.
It was a raw November day like today, with a miserable sky. Hail began to bounce off the tarmac as we made our way across the car park. Her car was closest and we flung ourselves into it laughing and shivering.
I remember there were ice beads in her hair, and she looked beautiful.
‘We might as well go in yours then.’ I said, as huge white grains rattled on the windscreen.
‘Looks like it.’ She agreed.
She drove tidily, expertly, and incredibly quickly. At one point I raised an eyebrow. She couldn’t have seen it but she must have sensed it. Perhaps she had even been waiting for it.
‘I promise that you’ll be safe.’ She smiled,
At that moment her raincoat slipped open to reveal her skirt had ridden up high on her thighs, Her legs, in pale stockings were exquisite.
‘And I promise not to put my hand on your leg.’ I rejoined, unable to resist the thought, or the words.
‘And I promise not to take it off if you do.’ She answered instantly.
We both looked sideways at each other and laughed.
Looking back I wish I hadn’t kept my promise.
I wonder if she would have kept hers.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
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