I was singing a song by the Guess Who, in my head, on the drive from the airport to the Sheraton Saskatoon Hotel. Hoping, that Burton Cummings was wrong about nothing ever happening in that small town.
I exited the limousine as the driver retrieved my suitcase from its trunk. He thanked me for the generous tip and wished me a good day. I made my way to the Hotel's reception desk to check in, to attend a conference being hosted by Hewlett Packard. The bank that I am employed at was beginning the process to upgrading six of their servers before the fall of 2018.
As I approached the reception area filled with guests lounging on the many couches, with their eyes glued to the screens of their cell phones, or rolling travel bags across the newly laid carpet, the sight of the young lady behind the counter that was focused on the screen in front her as she spoke on the phone made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. She also made my cock twitch, involuntarily.
It was as though I was looking at a ghost from my past. As if I had traveled back in time and was staring at a past lover. A very pretty and sexually adventurous lover. Jacqueline Valentine.
Jacqueline was twenty-three years old. We had spent a summer and a fall together, long ago. We met at the bar she worked at during her final year of university. She was twelve years younger than me. I was her first older lover. She told me that she had always been sexually attracted to older men but, she never imagined that the sex would be so satisfying, and in my particular case, so satisfyingly deviant and dirty.
The clone of the Jacqueline I remembered with a great fondness looked up at me as she placed the handset of the phone back on its cradle. "Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?" she cheerfully greeted me.
I cleared my throat to give myself time to gather my thoughts before I replied to the young lady that had me rattled. Her voice was almost identical to Jacqueline's. I stared at her in silence for much longer than was appropriate in any social circumstance. She had the same big, green eyes, the same full lips curled in an identical smile, the same perfect white teeth, and the same long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair. Memories of how I had trained Jacqueline to please me flashed through my mind like a movie being played back at one thousand times the speed of the standard 29.97 frames per second.
The clone remained unfazed, patiently waiting with a smile for my reply.
"Forgive me for staring," I paused and darted my eyes to the gold name tag with black letters pinned to her jacket above her left breast. "Allegra. I was not being rude. You bear a striking resemblance to a very beautiful young lady I knew many years ago."
Allegra broadened her smile, twisted her torso away from me and pointed to a series of employee photographs on the wall behind her. "Everyone says that I look exactly like my mother. I think I look much younger." Allegra giggled as I looked to where here delicate, slender finger was directing my eyes to.
Framed in blue, shiny plastic was a picture of a smiling Jacqueline. Albeit; many years older than I remembered her, but still just as pretty. The plaque at the bottom of the picture read - Jacqueline La Fontaine - Regional Manager.
"You knew my mother back in the day?" Allegra asked innocently. The coy grin on her face hinted there was something not so innocent bubbling inside her. My heart thumped and my cock twitched.
I nodded, "Yes, while she was attending university. Please tell her I say hello, Allegra."
"Of course! She'll get a kick out of it," she smiled and asked for my name.
"Gil Renard. Thank you, it was a pleasure to meet you, Allegra," I smiled as she typed on a keyboard that was out of my view, and then put together a key pass kit for me.
"Mom and dad return from Aruba, next week. I'm sorry you won't get to say hello to her in person." Allegra had lowered her voice and leaned ever so slightly towards me to inform me that her parents where away on vacation. "Your room is on the fourth floor, number 421; the elevators are down the hall and to your left. The pool re-opens to our guests tonight, at eight pm. I get off at six, and am going for a swim before it is available to the guests. If you wish to join me, I would love to hear all about my mother's exploits before she got married. Enjoy your stay, Mr. Renard. It was a pleasure to meet you." Allegra spoke bolder and her tone was void of any concealed innocence as she invited me for a tête-à-tête by the pool.
I nodded and smiled, "I would love to hear what Jacqueline has been up to, and to get to know you." I turned and made my way to the elevators. My cock grew hard at the thought of Allegra in a bikini. She was a few inches taller than her mother. But had the same slim body type and all of Jacqueline's gentle curves. I was curious if Allegra preferred her sex as filthy as her mother did. I was hoping I would be provided the opportunity to satisfy my curiosity.
A few minutes before six, the phone in my room rang. Allegra asked if I was ready to meet her at the pool. I replied that I was on my way. She was waiting for me by the doors that led to the pool. She smiled, turned around and swiped a key card across the door's lock. She entered the pool area and held the door open for me.
Her bikini top was very revealing. It was no more than two yellow strings across her shoulders and one around her back, with miniscule, yellow triangles covering her jutting nipples. She had a towel wrapped tight around her slim waist, and another towel rolled up and tucked under her arm.
