My Aunt Sarah Pt. 08

Saturday morning was here, and I awoke early with excitement, not only because I would be spending the evening and night with my aunty but because I knew this would make her extremely happy, and her smile would be overwhelming.

I packed my overnight bag and the suit my parents bought for me only four weeks ago to attend a family wedding. The suit was a three-piece brown check made from a wool blend, which I complimented with a white shirt, cufflinks, and a lilac tie. I threw into the bag the essentials: toothbrush, toothpaste, aftershave, body spray, spare clothes, and everything I would need. I also took the option for early check-in; it was an extra £15, but I thought it was well worth it. I told my parents a story, excusing me for the rest of the day and overnight before heading to the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Sheffield.

The Crowne Plaza was an ever-present hotel close to the canal in the heart of Sheffield. It was one of the more exclusive hotels with facilities worth the price. I'd parked up and was walking through the reception entrance. The entrance was grand, with thick, elegant carpets and a clean red interior. Light from a considerable skylight lit up the lobby and reception, bouncing back off massive mirrors and chandeliers; I hoped my aunty would like this place. I could smell an intense floral aroma that was very pleasant. The reception was wood-panelled, and I was greeted by a pretty, blonde receptionist, probably no older than me.

Having given my details, I was given a card key for room 501 on the top floor. I was invited to see the dining area, where I'd already booked a table for 7:30 p.m. It was cosy, dimly lit and beautifully set up. Tables already laid, expectantly waiting for punters. There was a bar with settees and armchairs off the dining room; I thought we'd have a drink before dinner. I rejected assistance with my bags and headed to the lifts, pressing the fifth-floor button. The ride had mirrors on all sides, small pockets of advertisements, and the hotel's current offers. I 'obviously' checked myself out, cautious not to get caught looking at my image.

Ping! Fifth floor, bags in hand, card key between my fingers. I located room 501 around two corners of a relatively dark corridor. I thought to myself that the hotel should pay its lighting bill. The key card worked the first time; perhaps the surprise was because I expected multiple tries and a return to the reception before entering my room.

Opening the door, a fresh breeze welcomed me; the aircon was working. That's going to get my auntie's nipples standing to attention, I thought. Surprisingly, the room was relatively big compared to the hotel rooms I'd stayed in before. There was a small entranceway with a door to the bathroom off to the right; on my left, a sizeable floor-to-ceiling mirror, and then next along a double open wardrobe. Further, along the wall, a TV was mounted to the wall above a long desk with a small armchair in front of it. As I walked further into the room, I could see in all its glory the most enormous bed I'd ever seen, much bigger than my auntie's king-sized bed. I first noticed how high it was; it nearly reached my waist. Falling out of bed would certainly do you some damage.

The room was moody, dimly lit with neutral greys and pastel reds, as with the rest of the hotel. The bedding was white and grey and felt incredibly soft to the touch. I wished I had a bed like this.

At the end of the room, there appeared to be windows with a settee and coffee table in front. On the coffee table was a welcome note and an ice bucket with a bottle of prosecco, something I hadn't asked for but wondered if I was paying for!

Before doing anything, I needed to text my aunty; it was now 12:30 p.m. I grabbed my phone and started texting, "OK, here are your instructions; we are staying at the Crowne Plaza in Sheffield; you can park in the car park. There will be plenty of space; I am already in room 501 on the 5^th floor. Please be here at 3 pm on the dot, X."

A text from my aunty returned: "Liz is already here looking after the girls. Can I not come earlier? I'm very excited, X."

"How about 2 pm? I have some things to pick up first, x." I texted.

"Ok, I will be at the room for 2 pm, on the dot, x." my aunty texted.

I was getting very excited about having my aunty all to myself on that considerable bed; I started to think about what I could do with her, and I was beginning to stiffen up with excitement. Putting that out of my head for a while, I hung my suit up in the wardrobe, put my spare clothes away, and put my wash bag in the bathroom. I'd forgotten about the bathroom; it was huge, impressive, and very stylish. It had a huge bath and a separate shower, his and hers wash basin, and mirrors filling the wall above the wash basins. Even the toilet seemed impressive and bigger than usual; everything was spotlessly clean.

I memorised the shopping list and headed out of the hotel straight to two shops. In Boots, I picked up scented tea lights, three bigger candles, matches and a bubble bath enthused with lavender.

I then grabbed a bunch of mixed flowers from the florist, made up of lilies and other kinds of flowers. I checked my watch; I was cutting it fine, leaving little time to prepare. I hurried back to the room, showered, set the candles up around the edge of the bath, and ran a deep bath with the bubble bath, foam almost tumbling over the edge. I placed the flowers next to the bottle of prosecco; I was ready. I slipped into one of the complimentary dressing gowns, naked underneath, and excitedly waited the five minutes until 2 p.m. I quickly remembered I needed to light the candles; I grabbed the matches and rushed back to the bathroom. I'd almost lit them all when I heard a faint knock on the door. Scrambling around, I lit the remaining candles and switched the light off to set the scene!

I took a deep breath, wondering why I was so nervous; perhaps I just wanted everything to be perfect. I opened the heavy door to the room, and a whoosh sound greeted Aunt Sarah. She stood there beaming, hands full, almost expectant. I jokingly greeted her with a "You're late," she replied, "Ha hmm, I think I'm bang on time."

I welcomed her into the room and saw that she was dressed casually; she wore a dark orange V-neck vest and a floral skirt hanging just above her knees. She complimented the casual outfit with white sandals, no socks, and no tights. Her hair shone in the little light emanating from the tiny ceiling pockets in the hallway; I also got an intense waft of floral perfume. As she closed in to enter the room, I could see a hint of her bra straps and the sight of a black lacy cup through the sides of the vest. I focused on her breasts, which appeared perkier and higher than usual. I instantly wanted her, a fire of passion and lust building inside me. I helped with her overnight and suit bag, which I assumed had her evening dress hidden inside. I heard her gasp as she saw the room. "The room looks amazing; I hope it didn't cost you too much," she said.

"You are worth it," I panted, the lust and need to fuck her overwhelming. I quickly dropped the bag to the floor and hung her dress in the open wardrobe. Before she could say anything more, I grabbed her, pinning her against the mirror and kissing her hard. The mirror seemed to shudder with the thud; I worried for a second it would fall on us. She pressed back against my lips; I could feel her want and need. Kissing even harder, exchanging fluids, I grabbed her wrists and lifted her arms above her head, bringing her hands together almost in a yoga pose. I held both wrists firmly against the mirror above her head and tilted her head back to kiss her neck. I started passionately with small kisses under her ear and jawline before the lust retook hold, and I softly bit down. She gasped again; I could feel her heart rate increasing, her chest rising and falling.

I let go of her wrists to grab her clothes; she started to lower her arms, so I firmly grabbed hold of them again and repositioned them above her head, thundering hard against the mirror. This time, when I let go, she left them in position; she knew what I wanted without me having to tell her.

There would be no delicate removal of her clothes this time; grabbing her sides with my hands, I pushed upwards, collecting both her vest and bra, and lifted them over her breasts so they gathered under her chin, releasing her breasts for me to view. I grabbed each breast firmly; her areolas were huge, the biggest I'd seen. In this light, they looked darker, a more intense pinkish brown. Her nipples were standing out strong, beckoning me for attention.

I took the whole areola and nipple of her left breast entirely in my mouth and sucked hard; I could see her start to lower her arms but suddenly reposition them, remembering where I wanted them to be. She shrieked, begging me to continue, "Again, harder, nibble my nipples," she screamed.

I wondered how much pressure would be too much. I didn't want to draw blood or anything; I increased my sucking and biting a little. She squirmed in my grip but didn't ask me to stop, her body encouraging me for more.

I was at boiling point; my erection parted my dressing gown opening, and having no need for it, I let it fall off my shoulders to the floor. I was now fully naked, with a raging hard-on, greedy to be inside her. I bent down and felt under her skirt for her knickers; none were there. I smiled and said, "Naughty."

Before she could say anything in return, I stood up straight, grabbed her tight, and almost lifted her to the foot of the bed. In one motion, I turned her around and, pushing forward with my body, made her fall onto the bed. She was now bent forward on the bed, her feet still on the floor; the height of the bed made it so her rump was precisely the right height. I put my left foot inside her left foot and pushed it sidewards, meaning her legs were now further apart, her head turned, her mouth open, panting as she gasped, "fuck me, fuck me hard, now."

She didn't need to ask twice; I grabbed my swollen cock, bent my knees, and lifted her skirt enough for me to feel her pussy. She was wet, expectant; I couldn't see it but could feel her passion was swollen with expectation. I smelled her pussy, and I imagined her juices already oozing onto her thighs.

With little help from my hand, my cock instantly found her hole; I thrust forward, her sex swallowing my cock deeply; she screamed as I almost lifted her off her feet. I went immediately to hard, deep thrusts and a quick pace. She gasped and let out a sex-driven scream; I first thought I was hurting her, but she demanded more.

I lifted her skirt over her cheeks and tightly grabbed each one; her skin rippled with each thrust. I knew I wouldn't last; I felt the surge starting to build up inside. I pounded at her rear harder and faster, slapping noises filling the room from my thighs hitting her cheeks; I felt so swollen. As if my aunt could feel the same, she tried to squirm from my grip and said, "I'm coming first; get on the bed."

"No," I panted, "I'm going to fuck you till I cum."

"Please, I want to cum; I need to; let me ride you," she pleaded.

I thrust a few more times before giving in to her attempts to release herself before I clambered onto the bed and laid on my back. It felt almost painful to stop my thrusting; I'm not sure how I managed to stop the animalistic nature that had taken over me.

My Aunty swiftly leapt up, straddled me, and, without any need to position my cock, lowered herself; I was again deep inside her. Her rhythm was slow; looking at me, she smiled and said, "Were you hungry for me? Did you miss me?"

"Of course," I replied, thrusting small amounts on every rock of her hips.

Without losing focus, my aunty lifted her top and bra off over her head and threw them to the floor; she unzipped her skirt at her hip and lifted it over her head before discarding it. My aunty was now fully naked, riding my cock, her tits clashing with a slight 'slap' on every down stroke. Having been very close to coming when fucking her from behind, I was still very excited; I thrust harder and faster back against her movements. "No," she said, "don't cum yet; I need to first."

She sped up slightly and moved, reaching for her clitoris and rubbing the peanut vigorously. She was panting harder, with occasional small 'gasps.' I knew from her face and movements that this wouldn't take long. She was now rubbing her clit so hard I thought it would start smoking. She was beautiful; I couldn't take my eyes off her, darting from breasts to pussy to her face. Her rhythm was erratic; I sensed an air of frustration and excitement. As if she'd had a mental word with herself, she settled on a good pace, smiled, and said, "That's better; that's the spot; I think I was just too excited."

Minutes passed, and this was wild, amazing, an all-new level of passion beyond what we'd experienced already. She began to arch her back, her chest lifting and her arse settling backwards. This allowed me to penetrate deeper inside; she hadn't noticed; she was close and concentrating only on one thing.

Her brow creased, and I witnessed a pained look, her fingers on her passion rubbing for all she was worth, her rhythm riding my cock more erratic. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples; this sent her closer, and she screamed as I squeezed harder.

She moved her hands to my chest to gain greater balance; she smiled and bit her bottom lip before settling on a new rhythm and quicker pace. The smile turned to an open-mouth gasp as her naval contorted and her hips shuddered; her pussy gripped my cock tight. A pulse of orgasmic electricity collapsed her body onto mine with a final scream. I could feel small shudders through her body and the release of her grip on my cock; her head was now at the side of mine. "That was a big one," she whispered, breathless.

The smell of sex filled the room; our bodies were damp, clinging to each other. I was desperate to fill her up, and I could feel my member throbbing inside her pussy, her juices seeping from within. I hurriedly encouraged her off me by gripping her hips and pushing her to the side. Before she could collapse onto her back, I manoeuvred her onto her hands and knees, her body close to the headboard; I wanted to finish what I started from behind.

Knowing what I needed, she lifted her cheeks and dipped her head to present me with her crimson hole; I could see her juices still flowing around her lips and dripping down the back of her legs. I entered her hard and deep, forcing her forward; her hands moved from the bed to the wall above the headboard. I now had an excellent angle to be deep inside her as well as being able to grab her breasts. I squeezed and massaged them hard as I thrust deeper.

She let out a small gasp on every thrust, or was it a slight scream? I was worried again that I was hurting her, so I prevented myself from going too deep. "No," she panted, "I want it deeper and harder; keep doing what you were doing!"

I knew I was going to cum, but this felt so good that I tried anything to prevent myself cumming too quickly. I looked at my surroundings, didn't quite start counting the number of pimples on the ceiling, nor did I start thinking of my grandmother naked. I scanned her body and watched her skin ripple with every thrust of my spear deep inside her. Dimples in her cheeks ricocheted against each other; it was mesmerising, but this wouldn't slow down the urge to release. I gripped her breasts harder, massaging and squeezing, entering her further and thrusting for all I was worth before the explosion hit me. Strike after strike of immense pleasure and excitement left my body into her; I shuddered upon every shooting stream, my seed filling her up. I then collapsed, my wet body onto hers, and held her still and tight, slight pulses emptying the last of my semen. I turned onto my side and wrapped her in my arms, a spooning position. She was the first to speak. "Do I get to see the rest of the room?" we both burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry," I said. "That was never my intention, but as soon as I saw you, I just wanted to fuck you hard!"

"Don't worry," my aunt replied, "I had every intention of letting you take me as soon as I got in the car to drive here; I took my knickers off in the car." She smiled and then laughed some more.

"Well, I have a surprise for you," I kissed her on the cheek, got up and showed her the flowers and the prosecco.

"Aww, babes, are they for me? They are beautiful," she said, smiling again.

"That's not all," I said, reaching for her hand before leading her to the bathroom. She did her waddle walk, trying not to let the sperm fall out everywhere.

I let her enter first. "Babes, this is amazing, thank you," she said, turning to kiss me with tears in her eyes.

"Wait before we get in," I said quickly, heading back for the prosecco and champagne flutes.

I got in the bath first; the water was still at the right temperature, steam had half filled the bathroom, and the giant mirror was foggy. One of the candles had gone out, so I re-lit it. Whilst sitting in the bath, I opened the prosecco and poured us both a glass; my aunty, who had taken the opportunity to visit the toilet, then climbed into the bath. I watched her bend her curvy body off the edge, her breasts hung close as she entered, so close that all it would take was a little lean forward, and I could have one of those beautiful nipples in my mouth. I restrained myself and was content to watch her skin prickle as she touched the water.

She groaned with delight at both the temperature of the water and the bubbles before sitting between my legs. We had taken up this position many times before in such a short period; it felt natural now. Only when we sat there, water up to our chests, did I realise the immense size of the bath. We could have swum laps, I thought.

I felt my aunty place a hand on my thigh before lulling her head onto my chest, her hair submersing slightly beneath the bubbles.

"I'm so happy," she gushed. "Thank you for doing this."

"My pleasure," I said, "I love seeing you smile and happy."

We both drank from our glasses before resting them on the side; we then relaxed, our bodies seemingly morphing together, sinking deeper into the water. I was so happy, relaxed, and carefree; I felt I could stay there forever. Her skin softened in the water, slippery to the touch; I wrapped my arms around her waist and enjoyed being there with this wonderful woman.

I don't know how long we'd been laid in the bath, talking, resting, touching each other, but two of the candles had fizzled out, and we had to put in extra hot water twice. Eventually, I moved to get out, lifting my aunty lightly from me. "Aww, do we have to get out, she said.

"We'd better," I said, "or we'll shrivel to nothing."

I wrapped one of the hotel's white bath sheets around me before holding the other open for my aunty. She stepped out, body glistening in the naked light from the candles, pinkish skin either from the heat of the bath or the low light.

She backed into me, and I wrapped the huge towel around her; I then turned the bathroom light on, blew out the candles, and went into the main room to sit on the couch.

It was close to 4 p.m.; we had an hour or so before we needed to get dressed. "What do you want to do now?" I asked my aunty.

"How about a walk?" she suggested.

That was not entirely what I was thinking, but I agreed. We dressed in the clothes we'd arrived in and headed hand in hand, still carefree out of the room. My aunty occasionally looked at me and smiled.

Walking around the grounds of the hotel and along the canal, still, hand in hand, we talked about nothing. We paused occasionally to kiss; few people were around, so we felt comfortable.