"Did I dream it?"
Holly snapped awake.
She had slept hardly at all, only dozing in brief fits and starts. Her mind kept replaying (dreaming of?) the events from the previous night.
"It's Saturday, right? Yes... Saturday. Thank God. No way I'd be able to work today."
It took her about three seconds to remember that it was most definitely
not
a dream.
"Fuck! What was I thinking? I didn't even drink that much. How the..."
She got out of the comfort of soft sheets and a pillow and started going about her Saturday routine. But everything kept going back to the night before. She was thankful that the kids, two teenage boys, were both gone and Curt, her husband, had gone into work for the morning.
Over her morning coffee and small breakfast, she began the process of deconstructing the night before...
Alcohol wasn't at fault. She'd had a few drinks, yes, but it was over the course of a few hours and it's not like she got stupid drunk. Tipsy at most. Not even a hangover this morning. She sat wondering how she ended up getting fucked (Taken advantage of? Raped?) by a guy she had never met before and had no plans of meeting again.
She got an email at work from her sister, Kelly, to meet at a new bar on the edge of town after work. Cool, Holly thought. She and her sister hadn't done that in a long time.
The bar they met at was the hot new bar in town, right next to the truck stop restaurant that had been there forever. They sat and talked like sisters do, people-watched and laughed about making up stories about what the complete strangers around them were doing.
They kind of sat off on the fringes of the crowd so they could hear themselves amongst the happy hour drinkers. Another man, sitting talking to his iPad about 20 feet away, had the same idea and was the only other person whose conversation was close enough for them to hear.
Mr. iPad man appeared to be talking to family members through FaceTime. When Kelly left to use the restroom, he asked Holly if he was talking too loud and apologized if he was bothering them.
"Oh no," Holly said. "You're fine. Chatting with your family?"
"I am," he said, holding up a finger. "Yes, daddy loves you, too. I'll see you all tomorrow. Bye bye... I drive truck and I've been gone for 22 days. One job hauling to the next. Thank goodness for this. FaceTime is awesome."
"I've heard of it but never used it," she said as Kelly returned to the table.
"FaceTime?" Kelly said. "Yeah, it's great. My sister-in-law uses it when she travels. Great for putting the kids to bed at night."
And so the conversation went. Mr. iPad - Travis - joined them for a bit and fascinated them with his life's travels and experiences. Military - Iraq, then Afghanistan, then Iraq again - before working on a boat in Alaska, then as a chauffeur/bodyguard for Carrie Underwood for a year. And yep, as they sat there, Kelly surreptitiously verified his story on the internet. Sure as shit, there he was with Carrie Underwood 2 years ago. She quietly texted Holly that he was "legit."
But, in addition to his life experiences and being an attractive man - African-American, about 30 years old - Travis was also a cool personality. He was sort of mesmerizing.
He had a quiet confidence and a way about him that made those around him feel drawn to him, like they were pulling for him. And being quite a handsome devil didn't hurt either.
His latest professional stint probably topped all of his post-military experiences. He drove a big rig truck hauling fancy cars around the country. Most of his clients were celebrities. When a Bradley Cooper bought a new quarter of a million dollar sports car in Florida and needed it delivered to Southern California, Travis was the guy to deliver it. He had built a reputation with his good work and was referred from one famous person to another.
And of course, he had the associated stories to go with it. He bought a round of drinks and then spent an hour wowing Holly and Kelly with stories. They were awed with Travis. He was a celebrity to them.
"And Travis has got to get to bed," he said. "I've got about 500 miles left to cover before I get home and I want an early start."
"Yeah, I should get going, too," Kelly said. "This was fun and it was really nice meeting you, Travis. Safe travels on your last leg home. And I'll talk to you tomorrow, Holly. Say hi to the boys for me."
"Yep, good night, Sis," she said. "I'm going to use the restroom quick. I really enjoyed meeting you, Travis. Drive safe, OK?"
"Oh, I will. It's a precious cargo. I'm always careful."
When Holly got to the parking lot she found that she was parked near Travis' big rig. She remembered it when she arrived. He was finishing on the phone as she approached.
"So this is yours, huh?" Holly said.
"Hah! Yep, this is it!"
"And that's the mini-apartment you told us about in the front part of the trailer? Windows and everything. That's the way to travel."
"Yeah, as I said, it saves on hotel rooms and makes me feel kind of 'at home' even when I'm a thousand miles away."
"Man, that must be something hauling that big trailer around. I could never do that. Do you ever find pots & pans in your bed?"
Travis laughed. "No. I keep everything pinned down. There was a bit of a learning curve at first but I handle it pretty well now. You want the 5-cent tour?"
"Well, uh OK, sure," she said.
"Actually, 5 cents might be pushing it, as small as it is."
He unlocked the door and flipped on the light.
"Here it is."
"Oh, cool," Holly said. "I think my first apartment was smaller than this."
He spent a few minutes telling her the stories of the trips on which he brought his youngest daughter, now 6, and how he had to curl up on the small couch so she could have the bed. And meals they would cook on the little stove, and the bedtime stories. Holly was amazed again at Travis.
"Wow, how cool, Travis. You are so amazing, you know that? What a life. And your family is so lucky."
"Awe, it's nothing. Nothing anybody else wouldn't do if they could. And it was very nice meeting you and your sister. That was an enjoyable evening."
Knowing this was a final goodbye, they sort of looked at each other with the do-we-shake-hands? look. Holly took one step forward, Travis took another, his hand went out, she saw and interpreted it one way, he meant it another and in the end, they end up embracing in a hug.
Continuing the awkwardness, as they parted, they caught each other's eyes and there was another mutual misinterpretation and he thought she moved toward him, she thought the same and their heads ended up moving toward each other. In that split second Holly though, "Oh, kiss-on-the-cheek goodbye. No harm. OK."
But it's funny sometimes how split seconds work. In
that
split second he pulled Holly to him and kissed her. A full-on kiss on the mouth. Holly's next split-second reaction was as off-the-wall as anything she had ever done.
She kissed him back.
All that went through her mind in that instant was his charismatic personality, the stories about his life, his good looks, everything that she thought was great about him.
Travis put his arms around her, his hands going to her ass. Holly's hands went to his neck and back of his head, pulling him in.
As she sat there at the kitchen table holding her coffee mug, she remembered his smell. He smelled so
good
. She remembered his lips, gentle, and his tongue, hot. She shook her head at being so stupid to give in. But it happened so fast!
Holly walked over to the laundry room just off the kitchen to throw in a load. Her clothes from last night were on top of the hamper. She contemplated throwing them away. The skirt was one she had just bought and yesterday was the first time she wore it. She stood in front of her mirror yesterday morning contemplating whether she should wear it. Not because it was inappropriate for work, but she wondered if people would think she was trying to dress too young.
Putting on the skirt yesterday morning, she lingered at the mirror for a bit. Holly didn't often give herself the once over in a mirror but with the new skirt, she took a minute. She liked what she saw. At 42 years old, she worked hard to keep in shape and look good for her husband; for herself. She was a legitimate 5-days-a-week at the YMCA doing cardio and lifting weights. Holly liked to think she could wear a skirt cut above the knee but she still wasn't sure.
Having two kids hadn't wrecked her body. The worst thing was the little bit of a paunch around her belly. It was far less than most women her age but she still noticed it. No matter what she did at the Y though, she could barely touch that paunch. Truth be told, however; Holly was probably the only one who even knew it was there.
The biggest effect on her body after two kids was her chest. In high school she was a 34B chest. Now, 34D. Curt assured her that her chest was perfect. But no matter how often he told her that she didn't have droopy grandma boobs, she still wondered.
Holly needn't worry. The women at the Y who saw her undress in the lockerroom secretly debated amongst themselves whether she'd had her breasts worked on. It was safe to say that Holly's peer group of women pretty much hated her for how she looked.
So she stood there at her mirror, wearing only her skirt. She had gotten plenty of sun all summer and she was satisfied that she could show off some leg without blinding anybody. After a few minutes consideration, she thought, "Fuck it, let's do it."
In that rare moment of actually feeling good about how she looked, she quickly decided to get out a rarely worn Victoria's Secret bra that she'd had for a few years. "The front-loader," as Curt called it because it clasped in front. It didn't matter how much the bra pushed her tits up. The loose fitting top that she put on didn't show off anything. There would be no cleavage showing today. She was feeling brave, just not
that
brave.
She put the finishing touches on her brown not-quite-shoulder-length hair and slipped on some 2" heels that raised her up to an astute 5'-10" and off to work she went to start her slaving job to get her pay.
All of that went through her mind as Travis moved his hands from her ass up her back under her loose-fitting shirt and then to her chest. He was emboldened by Holly's hands on him and through the kiss Travis uttered an "Mmmmmm," as his hands went to her chest.
"Oh my God, her tits are huge," he thought as he continued kissing her, his hands groping her tits over her VS bra.
Then just like that, her hands went to his chest to press against him and she pulled her head away from him. Her next split-second was a return to reality. "Oh!" she let out as Travis, in one adept, swift move, lifted that loose-fitting black shirt right over her head, her arms raised seemingly on their own as the shirt went up and over and he tossed it on the floor.
"Travis... no—" was cut off by his mouth back on hers - that tongue again, hot - and barely before she realized it, his hands went under her new skirt and on her ass, squeezing, mauling it.
"No, no," she said as he swung her toward his bed and then - bam - she was lying back on the bed, a twin-size barely big enough for one she thought.
