She smiled at me:” that’s almost my body description. Anyway I am glad that you know what you want so you won’t waist your time wondering around....” After dinner she said goodnight earlier than usual and went to her bedroom. I walked to my bedroom too to kill the last hours of the night reading a book. My room is in front of aunty’s some steps away. Half an hour later aunty called me from her room:” Steve… Steve, would you please come over here quickly?!!!” I rushed to aunty’s room just to find. Suddenly, she lurched, arched her back and shuddered for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap. And me, never satisfied, started in again; rubbing up and down that interior wall, her hips thrusting, my tongue darting at her tiny, sensitive clit. Then she just lost it...it was like a seizure had gripped her, just waves and waves of orgasms. She was so spent, she gave me a ton of kisses all over my face, neck and shoulders, then passed out. I was so. “No,” and I try to jerk around. She is strong. Must have done potato hoeing or something. Actually, her arm around my shoulders is like an iron strap around a barrel. “Click,” my bra opens and half falls forward.“NO.”But her fingers flick it off me and she is saying, “No, no. Don’t move, sweetheart. Don’t, baby.” And she is staring at my tits for the first time. I don’t walk around the room flaunting them, for God’s sake.“Oh, you’re beautiful, Ellen. So sexy. They’re PERFECT.” My nipples are. Two minutes later the phone rang and the guy explained he was the hotel handyman. In my feminine voice I explained to him the problem. He said that it could be fixed and he would come up. “Just so you know, I’m a transvestite” I declared nervously.“Sorry?” he replied.“I am a man dressed up as a woman!” “Believe me, I have worked here 9 years and seen it all! It changes nothing” he said “I’ll be right up”.A few moments later, there was a knock on the door and I sheepishly answered it.The guy was.