Snow fun.
Jon had had a feeling he wouldn't get through the whole week with out picking up an injury - and he was right.
Typical he thought; spend all year looking forward to getting out on the slopes with your old friends and on day two you crook your knee.
And to cap it all off, there was an excellent 'dump' of the white stuff during the night. Conditions would be perfect for everyone fit and able today...
No point beating yourself up (more than you already have) he thought. At least the group had picked a large, all inclusive hotel for this year's holiday. Shouldn't be too hard to pass the day he mused. Back to bed for a lie-in, a late breakfast then join the other 'walking wounded' in the lounge for a game of cards or something...
Just as Jon was limping back from a lonely plate of scrambled eggs, he spotted a slender leg, followed by another but in a fresh cast, resting atop the coffee table in front of the fire. As he rounded the bar he recognised the owner of said injured limb as that of one of the girls in the singles group who had skied with his group the previous afternoon.
Through dark goggles he had discreetly eyed the young blond with the short bob haircut and had even struck up a rapport with her when he had found himself sitting next to her on a particularly long lift.
But why was she injured when he had been the only one hobbling back from yesterday's exertions?
"Hey you, what's happened to your leg?" Jon enquired.
"Hiya, err, a bit embarrassing really. I slipped on the ice coming back from the Irish Bar last night."
"Whoops".
"Indeed. How's the knee?"
"Oh, not bad thanks, but I certainly don't fancy donning the skis again just yet".
"What a pair we make," Cass exclaimed with a smile.
"I know, hey, if we put our bodies together we'd make one good one though." As soon as the words had left his mouth he felt his cheeks glowing.
Luckily Cass giggled, but Jon felt an idiot, he guessed he had at least fifteen years on the student and really didn't want to come across as a dirty old man.
Cass sensed his awkwardness though and surprised Jon by replying that it might come to that...
Back in his room, Jon propped himself up on his bed and pictured Cass in her sporty thermals she'd been wearing downstairs. Out on the slopes it's difficult to imagine what some people look like under all of the bulky ski gear. Even sitting on the sofa in the lounge, Jon had noticed a somewhat petite figure but with full breasts and defined hips. She also had that soft, pale, smooth complexion not unlike that of a china doll.
Instinctively his hand wandered to his crotch as he continued to build a picture in his mind of the beautiful young woman. Just as things started 'stirring' there was a loud rap on the door. Shit he thought. Bloody room service.
"Non merci," he called out in his friendliest voice.
"Oh that's a shame," a familiar voice replied.
Jon leapt off of the bed, and forgetting his twisted knee landed prone on the floor in some pain.
"Are you alright in there?" called Cass through the door.
Jon tried to compose himself and opened the door to see Cass standing on her crutches with her usual coy smile.
"Hi," said Jon.
"Right, get changed. See you in the hot tub downstairs in ten. I think it will do us both good."
"Er, OK, yeah, good idea. See you down there shortly."
"And don't call me shorty," she said as he closed the door.
When Jon had got himself together he made his way down to the first floor of the hotel where the Gym, pool and hot tub were located. As he changed into his trunks, all thoughts were of the expectation of seeing Cass in her swimming costume...
The tub was empty though when he walked in.
"Hmm," he said to himself, and carefully climbed down into the bubbling hot water.
He'd just closed his eyes, revelling in the sensations of the water jets when he heard the distinctive sound of clicking crutches. Cass made her way from the changing rooms with what Jon thought was a rather sly smile across her face. Jon tried his best to keep eye contact with her but surreptitiously took in her whole beautiful body. She wore a one piece navy blue costume that accentuated her pale completion and blond locks. But it was the wonderful curves that were causing him to sigh to himself.
"I see you've already made yourself comfortable," Cass said as she lowered her crutches to the floor.
"Err, surely you're not supposed to get that wet?" Jon said as he looked at her fresh cast on her lower right leg.
"Yes, I didn't really think this through," she laughed as she sat on the edge on the hot tub with just one leg in the water.
They chatted for a few minutes about what their respective friends were likely to be doing at that time in the afternoon when Jon had an idea.
"Right, turn around" he said.
"What do you mean?"
"Just trust me, swivel yourself around with your back to the tub."
Cass smiled and did as suggested. Jon rose out of the water and stood close to her back, his head resting on her shoulder.
"I've got you, now just lean back."
Cass giggled and shrieked (which set Jon off laughing too) until her body was finally in the water, with her lower legs still resting on the tub edge and her head and shoulders supported in Jon's arms.
"Umm, that feels good, thanks," she whispered and closed her eyes.
Jon couldn't really relax in his current position, but he wasn't complaining, his unobstructed view of this young woman stretched out in front of him was captivating. As he stood there holding her his thoughts wandered to enjoying the whole of her body...
After ten minutes or so, with Jon's arms beginning to ache, Cass opened her eyes and looked up into Jon's. They held their upsidedown gaze for what seemed like an eternity, Cass then snapped out of it and suggested they head out of the tub for a drink.
As Jon waited outside the changing rooms for Cass he leant up against the wall and day dreamed about her stripping and drying her body.
"That's a naughty smile," Cass exclaimed as she opened the door to the corridor.
Jon said nothing, and tried to look innocent.
"Hot chocolate in my room?" Cass suggested passing Jon one of her crutches and linking an arm into his.
"A grand idea."
Once inside her room Jon strode over to the doors to the balcony and took in the view of the snow covered mountains.
"Wow, all you can see from my room is the roof of the boot room."
"I have a confession to make," Cass said in her best coy young girl's voice.
Jon turned to face Cass who was now sitting on the bed nearest the window. Jon raised his eyebrows.
"No kettle," She said straight faced.
"No kettle huh?" Jon said even straighter faced.
Jon took a step closer to her, and looked deep into those big brown eyes. He reached out to her face and brushed her soft cheek. She instinctively closed her eyes.
"Well, what are we going to do then?" He said.
"Everything, I hope," she replied with that same coy smile.
Jon sat down next to her and kissed her neck. Her hand grasped firmly his thigh. Blood started to curse though his veins. He stood up and shed his t-shirt in one quick move then bent down and grabbed the bottom of Cass's thermal top. She put both arms up to allow him to remove the top. Jon couldn't resist reaching down immediately and cupping her breasts though her white sports bra.
Whilst Jon revelled in her firm body, Cass's hands dragged down though Jon's thick chest hair and started unbuckling his belt. Her eyes never left his as she tugged down his jeans. Jon was already growing hard as he kicked off his trousers and stood there with a growing bulge in his tight boxer shorts.
Cass pressed her face to his erection through the stretched material. She now had her eyes closed and was almost purring.
