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.
