The Hotelier's Son - A Heated Holiday Romance With An Interesting Ending

There’s nothing like a summer romance.

And as the bitter winter refuses to b**ger off, we are all looking forward to the days of hot sun and fast action.

Or is that just me?

Sadly, summer flings tend to be the terrain of 17-year-olds on their first trip without parents.

Or 30-something divorcées seeking out handsome waiters in Turkey.

Occasionally, they turn into full-blown relationships, but most of the time, they just make good stories.

This happened to a friend of a friend….

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It’s summer and this 28-year-old was staying in a hotel villa in Portugal with a friend and her family.

The hotel was pretty empty – just them, the hotelier and her scrawny 17-year-old son.

Zero prospects of action.

Each night, the hotelier’s son joined them at the table.

He was young, blond, windswept and sun-kissed, 'So Abercrombie.'

Dinner on the first night quickly turned into a Ring of Fire championship and the parents stumbled off to bed.  

Abercrombie was bold and fun. And our main character - let’s call her “Sarah” - was interested.

Excusing herself from the dinner table to shower before bed, she decided to have some fun.

Throwing back a glance she shouted over her shoulder: "See you in there Stud."

Abercrombie said nothing, but looked very contemplative indeed.

Ten minutes later, she heard a timid knock at the door. "Shall I join you now?," he squeaked through the door.

She smothered a guffaw and told him, "Not tonight, darling."

The next night was different.

This time they drank like they had the contents of the villa to empty.

By midnight, the troops had fallen away and it was only Abercrombie and Sarah left.

The inevitable happened.

They started to fumble on the sofa, but she felt exposed so they moved next door.

They were in the hotel kitchen. She was naked, he had a towel on.

Her bum was on the hobs - cold metal, hot hands.

He thought he could hear something; they carry on.

The door swung open. It was the shadow of the hotelier, his mother.

‘Hell-ooooo? Is that you, Abercrombie?’  - she fumbled for the light.

Abercrombie sprang off and ran for cover.

The light switch flicked on and Sarah was revealed, splayed on the oven. Not a towel in sight.

The mother gasped, screamed and staggered out.

At breakfast the next day Sarah cowered in shame, but the hotelier came over and hugged her, all warmth and generosity.  

Perhaps she was relieved young Abercrombie had a sex life?!

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So what’s the takeaway here?

Feel free to fumble with the hotel staff?

Sure. As long as it’s OK with his mother.

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Nana is the newest addition to our Yahoo Lifestyle blogging team. She's runs a bespoke dating service called Social Concierge.