Next Summer

Part 2

    Andrew Mitchell left parliament house at seven in the evening and climbed into his car. It had been a long day of meetings and he looked forward to getting home to his apartment, not only for a glass of sherry and a hot dinner, but to be with her. He couldn't believe he had been so lucky to land such a beautiful girl. They had met only three weeks earlier at an official government dinner party where she had been working as a waitress for the catering company. One thing had led to another including several nights of energetic sex at his harbourside inner city apartment, and he decided he couldn't live without her. When he asked her to move in with him she immediately agreed. He told her to give up her job and he would support her. He had plenty of money and his parliamentary duties usually only took up three or four days of the week.

As he started up his car his phone chimed with a text message. 'I'm waiting for you, see pic' the message read. He opened the photo and nearly dropped the phone. It was a selfie taken by his beautiful new girlfriend completely naked lying on his lounge with a seductive look on her face. His eyes lingered on her magnificent slim body, her perfectly formed breasts and her long light brown hair hanging down past her shoulders. Thirty minutes, that's how long the drive home usually took. Maybe traffic would be light and he could get there sooner. He couldn't wait. He knew what she would want to do with him as soon as he walked in the door. She had an insatiable appetite for sex. They did it every night, sometimes for hours.

Exactly twenty six minutes later he walked in his front door to be greeted by his sex goddess wearing a robe loosely tied at the front revealing tantalising glimpses of her beautiful young body. She handed him a glass of sherry. "Drink up," she said, "then meet me in the bedroom, or do you want to do it here on the lounge?"
"The-the bedroom will be fine," he stammered as she walked off seductively into the next room. He gulped his sherry down in three swallows, then followed her. She was lying on the king-size bed completed naked. He gazed at her magnificent body in admiration.
"Well hurry up and get your clothes off," she snapped, "I've been waiting for this all day."
An hour later Andrew was completely spent. He lay next to her panting after his second orgasm.
"Mmmm," she murmured, "I love you so much, Lukey."
He glanced over at her. "What did you just call me?" he asked.
"Andrew of course, silly," she said.
"I thought you called me..." Andrew was cut off as she quickly brought her lips up to his in a gentle, but sensuous kiss with her tongue exploring his mouth.

Later they had dinner which was warmed up left over pizza from the previous night. She sure isn't into cooking, Andrew thought as he chewed on a soggy piece of meatlovers. But who cares when she makes up for it in the sex department. "Umm, darling," he said between mouthfuls, "There's another one of those boring dinner parties on Thursday night at Parliament House. I haven't shown you off to anyone yet. Will you come as my partner?"

"Okay, but won't everyone think I'm your daughter or niece or something? You're a lot older than me."
"I'm not that old, only forty eight. So how old are you? You've never told me."
"Ha ha. Have a guess."
"Twenty five?"
"Close enough. What should I wear to this thing?"
"Something formal and elegant, but make sure it shows off your beautiful figure. I'll give you my credit card and you can go shopping tomorrow."
Her eyes lit up. "Sure, sweetie," she murmured, "I'll get something that will knock the socks off those boring politicians. They'll all be so jealous of Andrew Mitchell's hot young date."

That was exactly what Andrew was hoping. But then a thought struck him. He was still a married man living with his wife and teenage children on weekends at their home in Newcastle, a two hour drive north of the city, although it hadn't been much of a marriage in the last few months. After a series of bitter arguments and fights he and his wife Karen were now sleeping in separate bedrooms. The words 'separation' or 'divorce' hadn't been spoken yet, but then he had met this wonderful girl and he couldn't imagine life without her. He made a decision there and then. When he went home on Saturday afternoon he would tell Karen he was going to divorce her.