The sound of the lounge door and Sarah’s voice flowed through to the kitchen. “Thanks for sorting out the spillage,” she called.
They moved away from each other, just as Sarah joined them dressed now in lightweight pyjamas.
“Sorry about that, I hope you kept each other amused.” Sarah began to speak. Tom faced the counter top and was fiddling with the controls on the dishwasher, Jane was examining the spines of the cookbooks.
“What have you two scamps been up to?” Sarah said with arms folded across her chest, her sleeveless pyjama top showed a full bust and just the hint of nipple shape. “I leave the room for five minutes and you are looking very furtive”.
“We have been discussing business, I am giving Tom the update on life in the fast lane,” Jane replied.
“Too much business talk, let’s dance some more. Tom there is a little bubbly in the fridge, grab it and we can enjoy it together,” Sarah said as she turned back towards the music.
“I will get a little Abba going” Jane said as she followed Sarah through, “I know there has to be some.”
Tom returned with half- filled glasses of bubbles, the women ooo’d and aah’d at the sight of
crystal glasses and champagne.
“I am overdressed, let me change, freshen and I will be right back” Jane said taking a sip “you dance.”
Sarah raised one arm as her favourite song kicked in. “Quick Tom, I must have a partner for this one.”
Tom had always been a handy mover and the two spun around to Dancing Queen, both lost in the moment and the bubbles effects. Sarah jumped and wrapped both legs around Tom and he spun slowly.
“Careful Mum, no more accidents,” he held her by her bottom, she raised her hands and he continued to turn.
She wrapped her arms around his neck again and released the grip her legs had on him and slid her feet back down to the floor.
“I am perfectly fine Tom, and you are a great mover.” Her gyrating was a joy for Tom her cotton sleepwear hugging her figure. Tom thought he couldn’t have wished for a better night.
Jane opened the overnight bag on the bed, gathering her wash bag and silk jersey pyjamas she hurried into the bathroom. Switching on the shower, letting it run while she slipped out of her clothes. She stepped behind the screen and wet her body beneath the spray before rubbing shower gel over her skin and rinsing the residue off swiftly. Reaching round for a towel that hung to the side of the panel she sloughed off the beads of water before wrapping herself in the thick softness.
Standing at the sink she squeezed a blue line of toothpaste along the bristles of her toothbrush, looking up at her reflection she smiled back at herself. As she brushed she thought of the encounter in the kitchen. Thought of the firm young body. Fantasised of what was to come later.
Speedily Jane put on the flattering pyjamas, that were for all intents and purposes an elegant enough two piece to be acceptable at a summer cocktail party. Wide legged pants and a matching sleeveless button down top with a deep V neckline.
Returning toiletries and laundry to her bag she drifted down the stairs and back to the music, less than ten minutes from the time she had left. Retrieving her glass, she perched herself on the arm of the couch. Sipping the cold crisp champagne she watched mother and son dance until the track ended and they, still laughing, flopped down on the deep cushions next to her.