Chapter 13 - Hotel
To go by train or to drive: that was the question. Let the train take the strain or have the convenience of the car at the other end? Gary needed to make a long trip north and was considering the options. He noted it took him past Zara's university town. When he mentioned it to her and discovered she needed to be back at the university around the date of his trip the question was settled. He offered to give her a lift.
The offer was genuine with no ulterior motive and it was, after all, Zara's suggestion, rather than his own, that they could, perhaps, stop for the night on the way. It was certainly an interesting idea. The prospect of a night in an hotel with young Zara was not exactly unpleasant - not at all! It would be nice to be able to buy her dinner; make a bit of a fuss of her; to sit over a good meal and a bottle of wine and chat. It was more than a pleasant idea. Gary relished the idea of treating her and would enjoy the conversation - Zara was always lively - and probably the jealous glances of the other men in the bar or restaurant at seeing someone of his age with such a pretty young thing at his table. Probably they would think she was his daughter... no, granddaughter probably!
Her suggestion. To be fair it was a long drive and stopping on the way was not really unnecessary particularly as, because of other commitments, he could not really get going until lunchtime and so it rather made sense.
It was not as if he had not had her in his bed at his house so being in bed with Zara would not actually be new for Gary but staying in a hotel with her would be more than a pleasant change. She had laughed when he had properly suggested separate rooms. "Don't be silly, Gary. A double room, of course."
It had been Zara's idea but would it not be strange for a man his age even if a father or uncle - grandfather or great uncle even - to be sharing a room with a young girl at the end of her teens - most especially a double bedded room? Yes it would! Of course it would! Even so, he had booked the double not the twin. He would just have to face the surprised looks at reception - he was not going to miss out on sleeping with Zara in the same bed if he could help it!
What had been Gary's idea was to expand the trip and make a weekend of it or rather a couple of days midweek. Two days in the hotel. Zara had gone along with the idea.
It was amusing to pick up Zara from her parents and to be thanked for giving their daughter a lift and hope that she would not be 'too much trouble.' Zara did not mention the hotel to them and Gary most certainly did not. There are things parents do not need to know and certainly that was information firmly in that category! Neither did not say he would pull her panties down and smack her bottom if she was actually any trouble.
Zara looked fantastic in the car beside him. She had on a short, but not too short, tartan skirt, Pinned with a big safety pin, black tights showing her legs to advantage and a cream top. She had undone a button as soon as they were out on the road and it had shown her cleavage. It was nice to take sidelong glances and enjoy having such an attractive young girl beside him. Her legs looked slim and perfect.
A pause at the motorway service station for a 'comfort stop' and tea. Gary did not miss the glances from the men. Probably they did, indeed, think Zara was Gary's granddaughter. How many of the truckers, family men and lonely businessmen wondered what lay beneath her pretty clothes? Well that was for Gary to find out that evening - not that he did not already have a very intimate knowledge!
The manager of the hotel had looked strangely at him as he handed over the key. Standing there with fair young Zara in her short tartan skirt looking simply wonderful, he could not resist saying, "Come on Zara, let's get to our room - it is time for your bath."
"Have you brought the sponge, Uncle?" Zara had just so fallen in with the idea.
Tears were falling down their faces as they came out of the lift recalling the manager's face. His mouth had, cartoon like, simply fallen open.
"Perhaps I should have asked him if he could bathe you whilst I went for a drink."
"He'd have been very tempted!"
"What if the room only has a shower?"
"I'd have to ask him to step in with me and then pretended to have been all puzzled when his cock got hard. 'Daddy's, I mean Uncle's, doesn't do that!' And got my hands all over it and then said what funny wee he had when he came!"
"As he would do."
"Oh yes, I'd make sure of that!"
The room did have a bath and Gary did have a sponge.
"Can I see your funny wee, Gary? Can I see it come out?"
"Well, I suppose..."
"Good - undress me then!"
Such a simple pleasure undressing a girl. Zara just stood for him, a lovely leggy girl in her little tartan skirt. Super to see her full lips smiling under her little pug nose, her blue eyes sparkling and her long fair hair so neatly combed. His hand reached and he touched Zara's blouse through the material before reaching for the button at the divide of her breasts, carefully he undid it revealing a little of a white lacy bra. What a wonderful thing to be able to do: touch a girl and know you were permitted to go the whole way - remove all her clothes and more. One by one he undid the buttons to her cream blouse. He slipped it off.
The nineteen year old was now standing in her bra. The hotel manager would presumably like to have seen that. He would like the more to have seen what was revealed next; perhaps would have been happy to have joined in - each man removing one item of clothing. It is a nice idea of teamwork.
The girl turned from Gary. Zara's naked back, a pretty enough sight when Gary undid the claps of the bra and slipped it over her arms. She turned back to Gary, unconcerned that her breasts were now exposed to him. Gary remembered when he had first seen them, such a young, budding conical shape with sweet pale little, nipples. The nipples were still little, still pale and still very sweet but the breasts were bigger now, fuller and less conical. And it was not just Gary who had sucked on those nipples but also now a succession of boyfriends - currently big Tony. Gary looked at the pretty breasts. Perhaps each of her boyfriends had come over them, spurted his warm creamy fluid onto them. He knew he had! Perhaps Zara had massaged each sticky nipple round and round with their cum. They were not sticky now: Gary bent and kissed first one then the other.
A large safety pin to be undone, a skirt to be unwound and then black tights to be slipped carefully down long legs. Zara just in white panties. Such a pretty sight - again. Gary happy to admire.
"I'll run the bath."
Returning it was difficult not to run his hands over the panty clad bottom before taking hold of either side and pulling them down.
"Right, into the bath with you." A pat on bare buttocks to encourage Zara on.
Gary swirled the water ensuring an even temperature, behind him the sound of Zara's water splashing into the lavatory.
"All done, little niece?"
"No, still weeing, Uncle, nearly finished."
Lovely helping the young girl into the bath and seeing her settle down.
"It would save water if I bathed with you."
"Oh, yes, Uncle, it would!"
Gary undressed and following Zara's lead Gary too began to empty his bladder.
