Not quite what I expected, she had long blonde hair, she was wearing a button-up blouse that was tied in front, holding her huge knockers up like a br...a. “Aunt Sheila!” I smiled as she came over and gave me a big hug. She squeezed me tightly in a big hug, crushing her massive melons against my chest. She held me there for a while, patting my back gently. “I haven’t seen you since you were just a little boy. My you’ve grown!” I felt my cock getting hard as I was pressed up against my aunt’s tits.. . I'll just stay here for a minute and enjoy the feeling... Damnit... I forgot I need to pee!!! There it is... the bathroom!! Why are your pants always hard to open when you really have to go? Now see... If my girls were here with me, it wouldn't be so bad. Who knew peeing could feel so good?Make sure I get everything, wash my hands... Why does that sink look like a urinal? Why are there men in the ladies bathroom? Is this unisex? Whatever.. let me wash my hands and get out of here. Just as I. “Look at you, Mr. Bond.” Doing my best Connery, I replied, “You look lovely today Miss Moneypenny.” On the way down to the lobby she said she knew a few nice restaurants close by the hotel, on the city square. We would meet in the middle at six o’clock. We exchanged phone numbers, kissed, hugged and went on our way. Just before she broke the hug she whispered into my ear, “Thank you for a fantastic night.” Those words lingered in my ears while I am staring at a spreadsheet. “Hey, you ready?”. I feel your cock throbbing as your come squirts inside of me. You collapse on top of me, our bodies still joined. Our hearts pound against each other, finding a matching rhythm, as we try to catch our breath. We drift asleep, wrapped in each other and caressed by the balmy Mediterranean breeze. A while later I awaken to the feel of your cock stirring inside of me, reawakening my passion. I turn my head so that our eyes meet. ‘Hey, you,’ I say, somewhat huskily. Our lips meet in a passionate.