Licking Chocolate From Her Lips

I was on the road one day last year navigating one of our more congested stretches of motorway. After crawling for fifteen miles behind a Polish HGV and now knowing its address in Gdansk by heart I thought it would be a good idea to take a rest at the motorway services before I fell asleep from sheer boredom.

I can’t visit a motorway service station now without thinking of the Peter Kay show “The Services“. If you’re from the UK you’ll know who I mean if not then the names and those of his other hits “Phoenix nights” and “Max and Paddy’s Road To Nowhere” may be unfamiliar. Follow the links.

Parked up, bought a coffee and opened a trade magazine I had with me to read. Yes I’m that dull, LOL.

Then I got distracted.

She was sitting about six or seven metres away from me. Looking over my magazine I was facing her, but because of the layout of the café she was in profile to me. She was drinking a black coffee and eating a pain au choclat. She was probably in her late forties, shoulder-length brown hair and wearing a casual, fur-lined jacket and jeans.

She was alone.

I got distracted because of the way she ate her chocolate laced pastry, carefully, from one end, savouring every mouthful. Whenever chocolate spilled onto her fingertips she would begin to lick it off, slowly, with a long and agile tongue then draw the chocolate finger into her mouth. I could see her cheeks dimple as she sucked and withdrew the finger again.

She finished and left several minutes before I did. Which was handy as it gave my, erm, appreciation of her antics time to subside before I stood up.