Do enjoy this story. Enjoy! Sweet Peril
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"Oh Eddie, I didn't know you were home!" Ellen had just stepped into her cedar-lined sauna surprising her son's eighteen-year-old friend who had been lying quietly on one of the benches.
He sprang upright on the bench. "I'm sorry Mrs. Feinman, I guess I should have asked if I could use your sauna," he replied embarrassed.
Ellen waved her hand reassuringly. "Nonsense. I told you when you came out here that for the two weeks you're here with James and me, my house is your house. And that applies to the sauna as well." She started to reopen the door. "If you prefer, I'll come back when you're finished."
"Oh no Mrs. Feinman, don't let me put you out."
The older woman pulled away from the door. "Great, it's always nice to have someone to talk to while you're working up a good sweat. But some people prefer their privacy."
"Not me," he answered although his nervous nature betrayed his true feelings. He hadn't anticipated that James's mother would be joining him and all he was wearing was a pair of small gym shorts.
"Well good," Ellen laughed. "A nice looking boy like you doesn't have anything to hide." She winked knowingly at him.
Eddie cringed and felt a hot blush coming on. He struggled to regain his composure.
Ellen laid out a brightly colored bath towel on the bench next to Eddie. She stepped to the center of the small room standing almost directly over the seated boy. She absent-mindedly untied the belt draped around her starch-white terry cloth robe. "Besides, I'm wearing fewer square inches of fabric than you are!" With that, she clasped the flaps of the robe. Looking the boy squarely in the eye and with a distinct flourish, she slowly drew her robe apart thus exposing her bikini-clad body.
Involuntarily, the boy's eyes widened as he gazed at his friend's mother. His mouth opened perceptibly. Ellen grinned at him pausing arrogantly for several seconds. She then pulled the garment over her shoulders and off her body letting it fall flatly to the floor.
Eddie gazed at her incredible body clad in the skimpiest bright yellow string bikini imaginable. Its light color complemented her flawless deep, olive skin. And did she ever look good in it!
Although she was forty-one years old, she could certainly pass for much younger. The fine features of her face were soft and warm with sparkling brown eyes, an almost childlike rounded nose and full, sensuous lips. Her hair was as black as an asian woman's yet was unsullied with artificial color. It was short but expertly cropped, a fact that trimmed additional years from her apparent age.
At five-foot-six inches, she was about average height. However, there was in fact little about her that was average. She weighed a beautifully proportioned one-hundred-and-twenty-four pounds. Ellen Feinman was shaped like a woman, with a slim waist and enough curves to garner a second look from any man.
"Gee Eddie, you've gotten pretty quiet all of a sudden! Like the bikini? You don't think it's too small?" She grinned at him, running her fingers through her coiffed hair. Ellen stood resolutely before him waiting for an answer.
He looked up uncomfortably into her beautiful eyes. "Well it is pretty small Mrs. Feinman," he managed to choke out. "But it looks great on you."
"I'm glad you like it," she responded while sitting down. "My husband loves this suit, and for two hundred bucks, he better!" She eyed Eddie closely. "But then, he loves anything that shows off my tits," she tugged suggestively at the top's spaghetti straps.
The boy choked incredulously. He could not believe that she had said that.
"Well it's true," she continued imperiously. "He's the quintessential boob man." She paused. "And judging by the way your eyes are wondering, I suspect you are as well!"
"Mrs. Feinman!"
She started giggling, picking up her towel and dabbing at the sweat starting to build on her face. She again laid the towel down next to the boy and sat upon it leaning towards him. She crossed her powerful, sculpted legs seductively. She gently patted his knee. "It's okay Eddie. Most guys like women with large breasts. My son does. He's even told me so." She leaned closer almost whispering into his ear: "but your secret's safe with me."