Note: This is a series of stories about my niece's wedding. This is the beginning of my week in the Chicago area. I had such a unique encounter on my return trip that I felt compelled to write about it and post that story first. So my previously posted story entitled 'My Niece's Wedding', is actually the ending to my adventurous week. Here is the start. I hope that you enjoy and vote and comment.
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As background; my niece, Sophia, had asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding. I was totally surprised, (as the other three bridesmaids and maid of honor were closer to her age of twenty-five). They were all married unlike the best man and groomsmen who were single. The best man, Robert Morgan III (Robbie) was Sophia's future brother-in-law. Robbie had just graduated from medical school. The groomsmen were an eighteen-year-old future brother-in-law (Stephen) and two friends of the groom from law school...Noah and Andy. Her future husband, Randall (Randy), was a great guy and he was also quite smitten with my niece.
It was early Monday when my husband dropped me off at Sky Harbor Airport to fly to Chicago for my niece's wedding. As usual the weather in Phoenix was clear with a beautiful day forecasted, but the weather for Chicago was going to be much cooler with rain showers. I'd dressed for the weather in Chicago and was wearing black jeans, a semi-sheer long-sleeved blouse, vest, and flats with 2" heels.
The flight was smooth and we were able to ride the Jet stream which allowed us to arrive about thirty minutes early. In fact, we had to wait for another plane to exit our gate. This allowed me to text my niece to let her know that we'd landed and I'd let her know when I had my checked bags. When we were pulling into the gate, she texted back and told me she had a last-minute meeting with her wedding planner that was urgent. She told me not to worry and that my nephew Clayton would be picking me up instead. She gave me his cell number.
I hadn't seen Clayton in about ten years and was excited to see him before the wedding on Saturday. He was the youngest son of my brother whereas Sophia was the only child of my sister. I didn't know him as well as his cousin, (I was the Godmother to Sophia, so my relationship to her was much closer than it was with any of the other nieces and nephews). In fact, Clayton was a pleasant mystery to me.
When I had my bags, I texted Clayton and gave him the pick-up area were I'd be. He told me he was driving a red Corvette, (another pleasant surprise for me). When I thought that I saw his vehicle, I waved. He noticed me and pulled over.
As I approached the car, he exited and opened the trunk and stepped up on the sidewalk. I got closer and immediately thought...'Oh my god what a hunk he had become'. He was over six feet tall, muscular, and very handsome. To put it short; he had looks that would make girls stop and stare rudely, (and more than a few women probably).
As I wheeled my suitcase to the back of his vehicle, he grabbed the handle with one hand and with the other gave me a big hug; kissing me on the cheek. He was a strong one; I could feel the hardness of his body and I now knew we must have been about 6'3". As he turned with my bags and lifted into the trunk, I snatched a good peek at his lovely ass. That checked out too; nice and muscular with buns like muffin tins. Oh my god, my nephew had grown into a genuine stud, (and a gentlemen too as he opened the passenger door for my entry). As he held the door, I had an evil thought, 'Wish I'd worn a short skirt or dress so that I could flash him a view of my married bald pussy.' I then reprimanded myself with, 'Gosh where did that come from. Get a hold of yourself girl...he's your nephew!'
As we drove to my hotel, he updated me on his life. He'd earned a Bachelor's degree in Aviation Management and had taken flight courses. He was doing flight training and some charter flying. He didn't have a current girlfriend, but had a ten month relationship with a divorcee with kids. That ended a month before.
When we arrived at the hotel (actually more of a resort really), Clayton dropped me off at the front entrance. Again he was such a gentleman and opened my door. As I was exiting, I tripped over the curb and fell into him and he caught me in his arms. Looking up into his glorious blue eyes, I apologized and he smiled. I was struck by how he could be so gallant without really trying do so; what's more I sensed some sexual tension between us, (just a hint but enough so that I knew exactly what it was). I hugged him and thanked him for the ride. I needed to catch up more with him, so I asked, "Is that hole-in-wall Greek restaurant with a great Gyros still in operation?"
"Yes, it sure is," he replied, "do you want to go there this evening? I'm off today and we can to catch up on things a bit more. I want to hear about your move to Phoenix. and of course, everything about my cousins and their kids. I still can't believe that you have four grandkids - you must be the hottest grandma in Arizona!"
"Well I don't know about that, but I do have an active life in the valley. Also, I've been trying to eat healthy for myself and the grandkids. Even though a Gyros is normally not on my diet, eating at that little place brings back so many good memories. I need to unpack and spend some time relaxing and maybe have a quick nap. Afterwards, can you pick me up around 5pm and we will go for an earlier meal?"
"That'll be perfect, Aunt Lily," he said shooting a wink at me, "I'll pick you up and be your date for the evening."
"Sounds perfect to me, too. I'll text you my room number and maybe we can get a drink before heading out to eat. Now come here and give me a hug." As Clayton hugged me, I stepped back slightly and gave him a kiss directly on his lips. He seemed surprised and he blushed crimson. Yep, I definitely sensed a sexual sensation between us. "See you in a few hours, Sweetie!"
I checked into my room and was pleasantly surprised to find it was a suite with a small kitchenette. It also had a king size bed and a comfortable sofa and overstuffed chairs. It was just perfect for 'entertaining'.
I unpacked my carry-on bag and then put my suitcase on the bed and unpacked it as well. At home I'd been running low on time and had let my hubby finish packing it. I was surprised that he had included my sex toys and a couple of sexy lingerie sets. He'd added coordinating hose, heels, and jewelry. I smiled and suspected that after having seen my nephew that I might really need what my loving hubby had included!
I texted hubby and thanked him. I told him that I was going out to eat with my nephew and we might have 'dessert' later in my hotel room. I knew he would know what that meant.
I removed my shoes, jeans, and blouse and prepared to take a short nap. Before laying down to relax, I texted Clayton my room number and told him I was looking forward to our date. I had to laugh as I entered the room number...1669.
All my dirty mind saw was '69'. If the evening progressed as I'd fantasized, ...69 would definitely be a position we'd do! After that naughty thought I dozed off.
