American Cocktail
Copyright© 2021 by Zipper
Chapter 2
Lewis checked in at the hotel.
The receptionist welcomed him, saying the room had been reserved and paid for and handed him the key for room 204. The hotel was fairly quiet and as yet there was no sign of Laura?
His room was standard and adequate and had quite a nice bathroom and balcony. Then he saw there was a small vase of flowers with a card which read; Thanks for coming darling, – I’ll see you in the cocktail bar at 6.30pm. Laura x
Suddenly Lewis was filled with doubt! The note made no hint of what his inflamed mind had imagined! When his wife Shelly informed him that his mother wanted him to have dinner with her at the hotel because she had to fly out the following day, he had marvelled at his mother’s agility at getting what she wanted – which on this occasion was him in bed! And to cap it all it had been Shelly’s decision for him to stay over to avoid any chance of drink-driving!
Since that moment Lewis was on cloud nine! But he had also been racked with lust, guilt and anticipation! But now there was another element, massive doubt. What kind low life was he to imagine that because he had got sexed up when his mother had sat on his lap, it entitled him into going the whole hog with her?
Had she said as much? No!
And now her note on the card with the flowers made it clear; she was looking forward to an enjoyable conversation with her son; to hear about his life as a married man - with a little child – over a drink before dinner and bed.
Fortunately, Shelly had included his PJs in his overnight bag.
Lewis looked at his watch; he had nearly half an hour to get through before he could get a stiff drink and quell his turmoil.
When Lewis entered the hotel’s cocktail bar there were a few other guest; a businessman chatting to the barman and two couples dressed for dinner sitting at small tables.
But no sign of Laura?
He wondered if he should order himself a drink but thought better of it.
“Hello darling, hope I haven’t kept you waiting?”
Lewis turned and caught his breath; his mother looked ravishing!
Her superb figure was made for the slim black cocktail dress she wore, her hair fixed in the salon. She looked taller due to the heels she wore and her eyes were fixed on his as she came and kissed him full on the lips. Then she looked at the bar and back to him, saying softly,
“I’ll have a long ... slow ... screw, with you darling.”
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