Jake and Grandma: Hotel Sweet

She had that devilish look in her eye again when she said that, sending my thoughts racing to never-never-land. "I'll...I'll do my best," I managed to stutter out.

"I'm sure you will...I'm sure you will," she said calmly, slowly twisting from side to side, which made her huge breasts wobble provocatively. At the same time, her alluring scent hit me, the fragrance of her perfume, lotions, whatever she was wearing filtered into my senses like a warm teaser of how sexy this woman was, in every way.

Between breathing in that seductive fragrance and feasting my eyes on her enticingly shifting breasts, I felt my dick give another throbbing lurch, and I thought I might go off in my pants right there on the spot. I took a deep breath to calm myself as I forced myself to look down and grab my toiletry bag out of my suitcase.

"Okay, I'd better grab that shower now," I said as I turned and walked past her, once more subtly breathing in a tantalizing waft of intoxicating fragrances.

"Don't be too long, dear. We don't have a lot of time before your cousin's wedding." I was sure Grandma glanced down at my crotch just before she said that. It seemed as if she was telling me NOT to jerk off in the shower, which is what I definitely had been contemplating in order to have a hope of getting through the rest of the day. As I was thinking about that, she continued, "I'm going to get dressed while you're in there. When you come out and need to get dressed, I'll go back in and finish touching up my makeup. But like I said, don't forget--"

"I know, I won't forget to warn you when I'm going to come out," I said with another glance at her exquisite form as I disappeared into the bathroom.

I turned the shower to as COLD as I could get it before stepping in. My teeth were chattering like a madman but at least it forced the blood from my turgid prick to race back to my internal organs in order to keep me alive. With my dick on the downswing, I gradually turned the temperature of the water back up in order to enjoy the pleasure of a comforting shower, even if I wasn't able to whip off a load and release some of the internal tension my perverted teenage mind had left me suffering with.

As I was getting ready to leave the bathroom, I realized--with my addled mind not working correctly due to my grandmother's intoxicating presence--I'd forgotten to bring anything into the bathroom with me relative to a change of clothes, not even a clean pair of underwear. With a final glance in the mirror and smile to check my pearly-whites, I wrapped a towel tightly around my waist and picked up my clothes before knocking loudly on the inside of the door. "Grandma, I'm done now. Is it okay to come out?"

"Everything's fine, Jake. C'mon out."

"I...I forgot to take anything in to change into," I said by way of apology as I stepped out of the bathroom. "But I--"

I stopped dead in my tracks, as if I'd been zapped by a cattle prod. Within seconds, my heart was pounding like a drum in my chest as I looked at my grandmother. She was standing a short distance away in front of the full-length mirror on one wall. She was directly in profile to me, and the view facing me was what had caused me to pull up short. I was breathing raggedly as my eyes feasted on her. Standing in profile, every lush beach-ball-like curve was boldly on display. And what made the view all the more spectacular was the dress she was wearing. From here, I could see that it was made of some form of clingy material that clung to her shapely body amazingly. The dress was brilliant sapphire-blue in color, a perfect match for her stunning blue eyes. The dress had long sleeves and the bodice clung to her enormous breasts like a second skin. I could see from the slight angle that it had a deeply-scooped neckline, provocatively displaying a daring amount of cleavage. Even straight from the side, I could see ample amounts of soft-looking tit-flesh swelling over the top edge of the scooped neckline.

As luxuriously enticing as the top part of her tight dress looked, from the waist down it looked even better. The soft material of the dress molded itself smoothly over the full width of her wide matronly hips and big curvy behind before draping in soft waves all the way to the floor. The killer was that the dress had a slit on the side that started at the floor and ended scandalously high, just a few inches below her hip. Standing in profile, I had an incredible view of her long toned legs, which were left bare but glistened seductively, as she had applied some form of lotion that made them shine invitingly. Her bare legs contrasted boldly with the sapphire blue of the dress and looked even more stunning with the stilettoes she was wearing. I could see they were a deep blue color that matched her dress perfectly, with pointy toes and rapier-like 5" heels that had her towering like an Amazon goddess.

The whole ensemble was incredibly glamorous, stunningly gorgeous, and sexy as fuck. I was left gasping as I could only stand there and stare, my cock instinctively starting to rise once more.

"Sweetie, would you help with the zipper on my dress? I couldn't quite reach back there?"

My grandmother turned slightly away from me and I could see the partially open zipper going halfway down her back.

"Sure." On shaky legs I made my way across to her. Where the back of her dress was partially open, I had a clear view of a navy blue lacy bustier that went down as far as her midriff. I couldn't see any hooks on the back, so I figured it must do up in the front somehow. From having raided my grandmother's underwear drawer on numerous occasions, I knew that the bustier had to be heavily reinforced, a lot of underwire necessary to help carry the tremendous load it was made for. Looking down below the bustier, I could see almost as far down as the small of her back, my eyes alighting on a cute dimple just north of her bum cheeks. As I moved close behind her, she reached up and lifted her hair out of the way, giving me a close-up view of her back, sexy shoulders, and the smooth kissable skin of her neck. At the same time, a sensuous waft of her perfume hit me, the alluring scent sending a pulse right to my groin.

"Thanks, sweetie, I really appreciate it," she said.

With my hands shaking, I reached forward and slowly drew the zipper up, feeling like sighing as the sexy blue bustier was lost to my view. With the zipper fully in place, I reluctantly gave it a little tap and stepped back as she let go of her hair, the lustrous blonde waves cascading down upon her soft shoulders once more.

"Thank you, dear," my grandmother said as she turned towards me while adjusting an earring. "What do you think of my dress? You don't think it's 'too much', do you?"

"I...I think it's incredible!" I blurted out a little too loud, my eyes moving from the sexy slit in her skirt to her décolletage, which drew my eyes magnetically as she turned in my direction. I loved the way the bodice of her dress followed the generous curves of her breasts, spreading out deliciously over the full breadth of her chest. And yet her full big breasts were pushed up and together in a mouth-watering display, all but overflowing the scooped neckline of the dress. I could see that the sexy bustier I'd just seen was doing its thing spectacularly.

"Incredible?" she replied teasingly as she fixed her other earring. "I brought it brand new for the wedding. I thought it looked nice, but I'll definitely take 'incredible', especially when it comes from a good-looking young man like my grandson." She paused as her eyes roamed over my body, the only thing between her and me being the towel knotted around my waist.

"Well, well, you've certainly grown up, haven't you?" she continued.

I couldn't help but notice the appreciative look in Grandma's eyes as she looked me up and down as I stood before her, fresh out of the shower. For the first time, I felt like all those hours I'd spent at the gym and in the school weight room were finally paying off. My shoulders and arms had filled out nicely, with my pecs becoming prominent while my stomach muscles remained taut, thanks to all the sit-ups and crunches I'd been doing. I have to admit I was proud of myself for the way I was looking, and I'd noticed some admiring glances from some girls at school recently, but none of them displayed what looked like the eager hunger that I seemed to detect in my grandmother's gaze. No, the way she was looking at me had my perverse mind spinning with 'what ifs' all over again, especially as I looked at her in that amazing dress. "I've been working out a bit over the last year or so," I said to her with a shrug of my shoulders.

"It's definitely paid off. You've turned into such a handsome young man." She was blatantly letting her eyes roam over me now, looking me up from top to bottom, her gaze lingering for a bit of extra time over my chest and flat stomach. She seemed to look at the towel knotted at my hip as if she could will it to come undone, or was that just my overactive imagination playing tricks on me again? She finally drew her eyes back up to mine. "I bet you have a hard time keeping the girls away these days."

I quickly shook my head. "Not at all, Grandma. I'm not having much luck in the dating department."

"You're kidding. If I was in your class, I'd be batting my eyelashes at you every chance I got."

She did it herself playfully, batting those gloriously long eyelashes of hers at me teasingly. At the same time, she gave me a smolderingly sexy look that had my temperature rising like somebody'd taken a blow torch to a thermometer. Man, my grandmother was such a sexy woman, so hot, with an amazing body that didn't quit, and the face of a movie star that I could stop traffic. And when she chose to give me that mischievous look that always made my knees tremble, and with those enchanting sexy blue eyes of hers, I was sure no man could resist her. Given the chance, I knew there was no way I could. A boy can dream, can't he?

But when it came to being attractive to girls, Grandma was right to a certain extent; I had gotten a lot more attention from girls over the past year than ever before. I'd had a few dates, but none had worked out exactly as I'd hoped. And yes, even at 18, I was still a virgin. Things had gone well at the start of most of my dates. The girls had seemed happy to be with me, glad that I treated them with respect and courtesy, glad that I was able to make them laugh and feel comfortable. Getting along with them was easy; that wasn't the problem. The problems always arose when things moved beyond those early stages, when I turned the corner from second base and was headed for third. Yes, as soon as the girls had my fly undone and realized what I was packing, that's when things started to go wrong.

Some people might say that I was 'blessed' when it came to my endowment in the dick department, but with the luck I was having with girls, I felt it was more like a curse. Whenever girls saw how big it was, they either turned tail and wanted to run, or they did the minimum to end the situation. Some had told me flat out, "There's no way you're fucking me. That thing will split me in two!" Others had shut me down completely, asking me to take them home on the spot. Some had tried to be discreet, saying they wanted to slow things down, willing to give me a handjob and that was about it. I could tell when I dropped each one home at the end of the night that there was no point in calling them again, their attitude made that quite clear that they were too afraid of what they might have to do the next time.

So, I'd let them all be and not pushed it any further. I'm not sure who I'd inherited such a prodigious member from, but it wasn't my dad. I'd seen him in the shower room at his golf club a couple of times, and he was just as average as the guys in the locker room at school. I wondered if I'd taken after my grandfather on my mother's side, my Grandma Carole's husband. Sometimes when I looked at Grandma, at that lush curvy body of hers that looked like it was made to take big cock, and lots of it, I was sure that Grandpa must have needed a big one to satisfy such a sexy woman.

Anyway, I'd had nothing more than a second-rate handjob from a girl in my young life, and those three girls who'd at least done that had all complained about what a mess I'd made when I came. I do tend to come a lot when I shoot, and I think they all had to make visits to the dry cleaners afterwards, as well as having to shampoo their hair and wash the gobs of cum off their faces. I knew how much, and how far, I could shoot, but it did come as a shocking surprise to all of them. There's not a lot of room when you're inside a car and my cum had to end up somewhere. Too bad those three ended up with a milky shower they hadn't counted on.

"All right then, young man," Grandma said as she stepped by me and gave me a playful pat on the behind. "You get dressed while I step into the bathroom and finish tidying up my hair and makeup. I won't be long so get a move on."

"Yes, Grandma," I replied as she walked into the bathroom. My eyes immediately went to her sumptuous rear end. I gasped as I noticed that there was not one panty-line visible. All I could see was the smoothness of her tight dress as it warmly caressed the prominent mounds of her full curvy bumcheeks. I let my gaze travel higher and, as her body shifted provocatively from side to side as she walked, I spotted just a hint of an outline of what had to be a thong just below the small of her back. Fuck me! I thought...Grandma wearing a thong. I love it!

As she closed the bathroom door, I couldn't get the image of her in that sexy dress out of my head as I drew off the towel. "Down boy," I uttered to my stiffening prick as I willed myself to think about chemistry and covalent bonds, the stuff I hated in school more than anything else. Between thinking about that and trying to dress in a hurry, I was reasonably successful in getting my dick to behave before I tucked it away in my fitted boxers. I'd just finished putting my shoes on and tying my tie when I heard Grandma's tap on the bathroom door. I told her I was ready and she walked into the room.

Once again, I was left speechless as she stepped towards me. Her lustrous deep blonde hair was done up in a loose chignon at the back of her head, wispy tendrils of hair drifting down to lick sensuously at her long regal neck. Her makeup was stunning, her eye shadow done up in tones of dusky bronze with pinkish hues showing through. A touch of mascara had made her already-long eyelashes look even more alluring and exotic. Her brilliant red lipstick had turned her mouth into a vivid red gash, setting my heart on fire as I couldn't help but picture those succulent red lips wrapped around my cock.

When she'd been in the bathroom, she'd put on a necklace, actually more like a choker, made up of five rows of what appeared to be pearls, or damn good imitation pearls, which matched her dangly pearl droplet earrings. It didn't matter to me whether it was real or fake, that pearl choker and the lustrous earrings looked incredibly sexy on her, especially with those fine wisps of her gorgeous blonde hair falling provocatively against her smooth neck.

All in all, my grandmother looked stunningly beautiful. I had never seen her look so glamorous and sexy in my entire life. And the icing on the cake; she had asked me to be her 'date' today. There was nothing that could make this day any better for me...well, there was something, but I was already telling my dick to keep himself under control, as hard...er...as difficult as that was with her standing right in front of me.

"Grandma, you look...you look," I stuttered as I couldn't take my eyes off her.

"Yes?" she asked, tilting her head coyly as she gave me a coquettish smile.

"You look absolutely stunning. That dress, that necklace, your earrings, your makeup...it's just...just everything. You look amazing."

"Thank you, Jake, that's so sweet," she said as she gave me a quick hug and an air kiss near my cheek, her intoxicating perfume enveloping me in a warm sensual miasma that had my dick twitching again. "C'mon, we better get going to meet your mom and dad downstairs."

**

The church part of the wedding came off without a hitch, other than my cousin and the guy she was marrying getting hitched, as they used to say in the old west. Grandma stuck close to my side the whole time, often with her arm through mine as she held me close. I was loving the sensation of feeling her large breast pressed against my arm, both inside the church as she sat right up against me, and then outside, when we were milling around with all the other guests.

I saw many of the men looking her up and down, men of all ages, including a number of my cousins about my age. They looked at me enviously and I knew all of those men wished they could be as close to her as I was. Don't fool yourself, any guy who has a mother or grandmother who looks as good as this is a liar if he says those thoughts never occur to him. There's no way any red-blooded male (unless he's gay, which is a totally different thing) could look at a woman as sexy as my grandmother and not feel like fucking her with all he's got. And yes, I could see that look on the faces of nearly all the males who glanced her way, their eyes instinctively raking over her magnificent body and gorgeous face.

**

The reception followed shortly thereafter in a banquet room at the hotel we were staying at. The four of us shared a table of eight with an aunt and uncle of mine and their spouses. I was happy when Grandma sat to my right, which was perfect because that sexy long slit on the side of her dress was on her left side, giving me a teasing view of her legs as she slid into her chair next to me. Unfortunately, the tablecloth draped well over the edge of the table, obscuring my view of that lush full thigh of hers once we were seated.

The meal was excellent and we all toasted the numerous speeches with glasses of champagne all around. A number of times, Grandma would reach over and give my hand or arm a tender pat or squeeze, often giving me another of those beguiling smiles as she'd carry on a conversation with another member of our party as she let her fingers trail down my arm or across my hand. Every time she did that, I felt a shiver of excitement trip down my spine.

It wasn't long before the bride and groom enjoyed their first dance, and then everyone else started to join in. Grandma and I danced one song that had a bit of a fast beat, but nothing too crazy. Grandma smiled and laughed as she danced, reaching out and touching me often. My eyes immediately went to that incredible chest of hers, the large mounds of velvety tit-flesh wobbling seductively as she moved to the powerful beat of the music. I noticed nearly every other guy on the dance floor looking at her as well, with most of the younger women doing the same, a look of envy in their eyes, wishing they could look as good as my grandmother when they were her age. Shit, I thought, none of them looked as good as that now!

We took our seats, both of us smiling and happy. We danced a couple more times, both fast and slow. I danced a slow song with my mother while Grandma danced with my dad. It felt great to feel my mother against me, and she looked fabulous in a form-fitting burgundy velvet dress that did nothing to hide her generous attributes, but still, she couldn't compare to how ravishing my grandmother looked. As I said, everything about Grandma was 'just a little more'; a little taller, a little curvier, a little bustier, and just plain sexier.

A little later in the evening, as a well-known slow song started, an older gentleman I'd seen eyeing up Grandma outside the church and during the dinner approached our table and asked her to dance.