She was relieved to be out of her clothes and into her favorite Violet silk robe as she sat on the bed brushing out her long Auburn hair.
A knock at the door made her rise and tie the sash on her robe. As she walked to the hotel room door she could still feel the warmth of the wine they had all consumed that night.
She was in town for the wedding of her niece, her husband couldn't come and her children were all away at college.
She opened the door to find her favorite nephew standing there looking very tall, dark and handsome. Being an usher in his cousins wedding he had worn a tux to the rehearsal dinner and now had the bow tie undone and the top few buttons of the shirt open. He was holding a bottle of Champagne.
"Auntie Emily, how about a nightcap?" He smiled.
That smile sent a hot chill right through her. At 25 he was an extremely hot looking young man, with should length black hair that hinted at his Italian/Native American heritage. As did the sharp lines of his face and strong nose. Damn, she had to remember that this was her brothers son for heavens sake.
"Dominick, what are you doing here, it's after midnight?" Emily smiled.
"Auntie, everyone else has wimped out and gone to bed, or on to more pleasurable activities." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "And no one will finish off this bottle with me." He pouted.
"Well, Dom, we all need to get up for a wedding tomorrow."
"But Auntie, the wedding isn't until 4 in the afternoon." he countered
He had a point, and she was nowhere close to being ready to sleep. "Come on in here you maniac." She said as she stepped back from the door to let him in.
"OOOOOOOO nice room, Mike and I are sharing one but it's not as nice as this." He walked past the King sized bed and into the bathroom. "Wow, this is great..." He said when he saw the Jacuzzi tub and the oversized shower.
"When we made the reservation Uncle Bill was supposed to be coming also, so we went all out." Emily went to get 2 complimentary glasses and brought them into the table near the balcony. Being that it was May in Atlanta, she had the balcony doors open to let the night breeze in.
"Hey, Auntie, can we go out on the Balcony and drink this?"
"Sure, come on." Emily brought the glasses out and Dom followed. There was a table and 2 chairs overlooking the city. Dom shed his jacket on the bed before coming outside.
"This is great, take a seat and I'll pour" Dom suggested.
Emily sat down and stretched her arms out over her head as she looked over the city.
Dom couldn't take his eyes off her. Her large breasts pushed against the "V" of the robe, and the silk did nothing to hide her nipples that had been hard since she answered the door. For as long as Dom remembered he had had the hots for his Aunt Emily. She was a voluptuous Italian woman, built like a brick shithouse, and she only got sexier as she got older. He thought about the first time he remembered thinking of her in a sexual manner. She had been breast feeding one of her kids and he hadn't been much older than 10 and he saw her nipple and saw his little cousin latch on to it and he popped a boner. Ever since that day he had been aware of her as a very sexy woman. That was over 15 years ago and she was totally unaware of it.
"Helloooooo, earth to Dominick..." She laughed as she waved a hand at him.
He laughed and handed her a glass. "That was a great party tonight. Thanks for the dance."
"It was my pleasure, we did quite well together, I love dancing" Emily was remembering being in Dom's arms and feeling how big and solid he felt. She threw a sideways glance at him and he was once again staring at her, she felt her nipples tingle at the look in his eyes. She took a few sips of champagne and smiled.
"It was all my pleasure." Dom said in a low dark voice that sent tingles from her nipples to her stomach. She took another drink and shook her head. What was she thinking; he was 10 years younger than her and her NEPHEW! She shouldn't be wondering what he would look like if he unbuttoned a few more buttons on that shirt. Or if that really was a large bulge in his pants or just the shadows playing tricks. She lifted her heavy curtain of hair off the back of her neck and over the back of the chair as she slouched down a bit and rested her feet up on the balcony railing.