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I had been dating Don for about six months when he invited me to accompany his sons and him on a ski vacation to Steam Boat Springs, Colorado. I had not skied since college but the opportunity to get to know*Don's boys better was too appealing to pass up. Don*is*thirty seven*years old and an executive with an engineering firm in Denver. He is affluent, intelligent, educated, attractive and charming. Most women would agree, he is a 'catch'. Although he divorced the boys' mother many years ago, Don prides himself on the fact that he remained intimately involved in the boys'*lives. He attends their sporting events, includes them on vacations, and spends every other weekend with them. To be honest, part of Don's appeal was he was a good father. Our relationship had advanced to the point that we had both discussed the possibility of us getting married some day. I*am*twenty eight*years old, never married and*I work*as an attorney at a Denver law firm. Objectively speaking, I am a very attractive woman myself. I am five foot seven inched tall, 122 pounds, with green eyes and natural blonde hair. I have been told on more than one occasion that I favor a young Reese Witherspoon. My relationship with Don was quickly becoming the most serious relationship I have ever had. I knew I wanted to have children some day before my biological clock ran out, and Don was certainly the type of man I would want as the father of my children. And while his boys were nearly grown, I realized having a close relationship with them was essential to me making Don happy.Brandon was nineteen, and a sophomore at the University of Colorado. He was a fine young man, but a tad too serious. He had a definite competitive edge about him. He did not seem to be able to relax. He was a little difficult to get to know. On the other hand, Matt was seventeen, a senior in high school, and a remarkably charming and attractive young man. He had a disarming smile that made you immediately like him. In addition to his good looks, he had the ability to make you feel like you were the only person in the room when he engaged you in conversation. He was a natural flirt and salesman. I enjoyed interacting with him immensely. Fortunately, both boys' spring breaks fell on the same week this year; so*that became the target week for our adventure. We arrived in Steamboat Springs for spring break, April, 2015. Don had rented a wonderful two bedroom condo that was walking distance to the ski lifts. Each bedroom had its own bathroom. The master bedroom had a gas fireplace. The living room had a wood burning stove. Our balcony overlooked the mountains and the ski slopes. It was perfect. One of the most appealing features of the condo was it had a private, small sauna off the master bathroom. The condo brochure indicated it was suitable for four people; however, in reality, it was a bit small for four people. However, two people could relax in the sauna quite comfortably following a hard day on the slopes. I immediately imagined Don and me naked in the sauna before we made love in front of the gas log fireplace in our room each night. However, the plans for the week changed mid-afternoon on our first day on the slopes. I hit a patch of ice and took a really nasty fall, twisting my knee, badly. At first we thought I might have a fracture, but x-rays that afternoon came back negative, indicating that it was just a very severe sprain. However, my skiing was done for the trip. I was fitted with a brace to immobilize the knee and given a pair of crutches. I was also given*prescriptions for a narcotic pain killer and a strong anti-inflammatory. The doctor told me the I should keep the leg elevated whenever possible, apply*ice the first 12 hours to minimize the swelling, and then switch to applying*heat to aid the healing process. I was encouraged to wear the brace as much as possible, but when seated with my leg elevated, or when sleeping, the brace could come off. I was also warned not to consume alcohol with the narcotic pain medicine, a warning that I had not intention of heeding. I planned to have*my normal glass or two of wine each night despite the narcotic. To be honest, I*was embarrassed that my athletic ineptitude had ruined the boys' first day on the slopes. I felt terrible that they were forced to spend*four hours with their dad and me at the medical clinic when they should have been skiing. The boys*were*polite and supportive; but I felt bad just the same. The next morning*I insisted that Don and the boys continue their ski adventure without me; that I would be fine back at the condo, with my pain pills and a glass of wine and a good book. I anticipated a day of relaxing, napping and reading. But Matt, the younger boy,*insisted that he really is not much of a ski buff himself, and he wanted to remain back at the condo with me. I tried to dissuade him, but he was adamant; he was staying back at the condo to make sure I was not lonely while his father and brother continued their ski adventure. I cannot begin to describe how much Matt's desire to remain with me, to spend time with me, and to care for me meant to me. I really was touched by his willingness, and desire to remain back at escort beylikdüzü the condo with me while his brother and father had fun. I must admit, that my desire to show appreciation for Matt's*willingness to remain back at home base with me may have factored into what transpired during the week. At about 9:00 a.m., Don and Brandon headed out to the ski lifts, leaving*Matt and*me alone at the condo, to enjoy a leisurely day*visiting and getting to know*each other. We chatted over coffee. I was wearing my normal sleeping attire, a tee shirt and my panties under a robe that came mid-thigh. I was not matronly, but not inappropriately dressed for someone who had just gotten out of bed. Matt was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants.*I could not help notice what a fine looking young man he was, muscular shoulders, arms and chest, and a flat stomach. For a brief moment I thought to myself, 'I would be flirting shamelessly with this young man if I were ten years younger; god, he's attractive.' Our conversation was warm and*intimate. He told me numerous stories of his high school experience, making me laugh constantly. He was*endearing me to him more and more as I got to know him better, the more I liked him. He showed a genuine interest in me, getting me to tell him details about my own high school and college experiences. I told him*of experiences that I had not even shared with his father. At one point I thought, 'Don has never shown*as much interest in getting to know me as much as his son is right now.' I remember becoming*a bit annoyed at his father for not showing the same level of*interest in me that Matt was at this moment. I cannot deny it, I was becoming attracted to this young man. Matt startled me by moving his chair closer to me and saying, *quot;Cindy, I think the doctor told you to keep your leg elevated whenever possible.*quot; And with that, Matt gently took my leg raised it up and placed my foot on his lap. In doing so, my robe fell open and the gusset of my panties was now in plain view. I was shocked and I really did not know how to respond. I certainly did not want to overreact; however, I felt uncomfortable sitting their with my leg and foot in this seventeen year old's lap, allowing him to look directly at my panties. Not knowing what to say or do, I did nothing. I tried to simply pretend nothing had changed. *quot;Cindy, does it hurt?*quot; Matt asked. *quot;It's sore, but if I do not move it, I am not in excruciating pain. The pain meds help considerably,*quot; I responded honestly. Matt placed his hand on my swollen knee and began to massage the tender tissue. *quot;Oh Matt, you don't need to do that,*quot;*I said with a slightly detectable quiver in my voice. *quot;I enjoy doing it. Am I hurting you?*quot; *quot;No, it feels quite nice, actually.*quot; Although quite innocent, it just felt wrong to allow my boyfriend's son to touch me this way. But I really did not know how to stop him without appearing to chastise him; which was something I really did not want to do. Matt's touch became firmer, kneading the thigh and the tissue around my knee. He seemed to instinctively know how to massage me for the greatest effect. *quot;Oh you really do have a wonderful touch,*quot; I cooed. *quot;That feels really nice.*quot; Matt*gently massaged my knee for 10*or 15 minutes,*as we continued to*chat. I was well aware that*with my leg in Matt's lap, my robe had fallen open, and I began to enjoy the fact that this high school senior had an unobstructed view of my upper thighs and the gusset of my pale green panties. It was awkward, naughty but enjoyable to 'innocently' expose myself to this handsome teenager like this. I say 'innocently' because after all, I did not initiate this or even encourage it, did I?**quot;The doctor told you to apply heat today, correct?*quot; Matt asked. *quot;Yes, but I don't have a heating pad.*quot; *quot;Why don't we go into the sauna and I'll continue my massage with the help of some dry heat?*quot; On the surface, his suggestion appeared to be completely innocent with the added benefit of a medical justification. But I knew we were playing with fire. This was a very attractive and charming seventeen year old male, who was becoming more and more familiar with my inner thigh by the minute. *quot;You don't have to do that. Besides, we'll get all sweaty,*quot; I said in a weak protest. *quot;It will be fun. It will help your sprain. And it's really the only opportunity I'll get to use the sauna. Dad is not going to want me back in your bathroom when he and Brandon get*back from skiing.*quot; He had a point. *quot;Well okay, but we can't stay in there too long, we'll get over heated,*quot; I said*with*a slight stammer. The quiver in my voice revealed my growing excitement at the wickedness of playing this game with this very attractive younger man. *quot;Great, I'll get a towel, get out of these sweats, and meet you by the sauna,*quot; he said as he*started to trot off to his room.Until that moment, it had not dawned on me that he would expect us to go into the sauna naked! But that is what people do in the health clubs. They enter the sauna wrapped in a towel, but naked underneath. I knew this was a bad idea, but I did not want to seem like a prude. I really was conflicted here; how do I avoid doing something escort akbatı that I felt Don would disapprove of while not coming across*like a prudish old crone. Not knowing what to do, I did what I typically did back in my college days*when placed into an uncomfortable, slightly naughty situation by an attractive male whom I liked; I complied and hoped things would not get out of hand. *quot;Matt, before you do, why don't you turn on the sauna and let it get hot while we are getting ready?*quot; *quot;Good idea, Cindy.*quot; He went into the master bedroom, and fiddled with the controls of the sauna while I hobbled behind him on my crutches. *quot;Matt, before you go to get ready, bring me a large bath towel to wrap myself in.*quot; He quickly presented me with an extra large beige terrycloth towel and hustled into his room leaving the door to my room open. I thought about calling him back to close the door while I got out of my clothes, but decided I could strip and wrap myself in the towel before his return. Sitting on the side of the bed, I leaned the crutches against the nightstand, removed the robe and my t-shirt. I was trying to stand on one foot removing my panties when Matt returned, his bottom half wrapped in a towel. He came around the corner of the door and saw that I was naked, struggling to get my panties off. He had his towel wrapped around his waist. His bare chest, shoulders and arms were well developed and muscular. He looked good. *quot;Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were still getting ready.*quot; He turned his back to me, but did not leave the room. He then continued, *quot;Let me know if I can help you. I won't look or anything. Maybe I could help you balance?*quot; *quot;No, but thank you. I can manage.*quot; Now that I had the panties off my bottom, I sat down on the bed and was able to remove*my panties*while seated. The fact that I could not bend my one leg complicated the process of removing my panties over my foot. I was now naked. I picked up to the towel and started wrapping in around my torso, covering my perky, 34B cup breasts. I glanced up and saw Matt was still facing away from me; however, I also saw that the mirror over the dresser had given him a full view of the show. *quot;Matt! were you looking at me in that mirror?*quot;*I admonished playfully. *quot;Cindy, I might have sneaked a peek. Who wouldn't?*quot; he responded in a playful, flirtatious, confident manner that I found flattering, but made me uneasy. This seventeen year old man-child had a level of confidence that while very appealing, made climbing in the sauna with him, naked, quite risky. I was too far committed to back out now. All I could do was proceed and try to keep things from getting out of hand while we were alone and vulnerable to each others' charms. As I struggled to me feet, the towel wrapped around me, Matt approached the bed and placed his arm around me, saying *quot;Let me help you so you don't fall and hurt yourself getting into the sauna.*quot; I allowed him to assist me. Matt's strong right arm wrapped around me, under my left arm as he guided me to the cedar room that was rapidly warming up. I could not tell if it was intentional or not, but his hand reached all the way around me, and seemed to be resting just under my right breast. I caught a glimpse of the two of us in the mirror. At six foot three inches, Matt was seven or eight inches taller than me. He was a very attractive young man with an excellent physique. He had well developed shoulder and pecs. His arms were muscular and his stomach was flat and tight. I was having some naughty thoughts. I could not help myself. And honestly,*I was not*'hard on the eyes' either. I stood a sleek five foot seven inches tall, with a tight pronounced butt that caught men's attention, and firm, perky 34B cup breasts. I have blonde hair green eyes and a pretty face. While I look younger than my twenty eight years, no one would mistake me for still*being in high school. No, the image in the mirror clearly portrayed a MILF and a younger man. I knew this was a dangerous game we were playing. I would like to tell you that I was unaware of the risks; but I was not. I was attracted to this young man who was 11 years my junior. I liked the attention he paid me. And I like the fact that he made me feel like a teenager again. However, I honestly believed we were just playing around the edges a bit; flirting. I had no intention of allowing this to actually become physical. We entered the sauna and Matt guided me to sit on the lower bench, and set me down with my back to the wall. He then sat on the bench next to me and brought my injured leg up unto his lap. *quot;You don't have to do that,*quot; I protested again. *quot;Nonsense. I enjoy massaging your knee. It will help the healing, especially with the aid of the heat.*quot; He acted as though this was strictly therapeutic. We both knew it was not. I struggled to keep my thighs together and to keep the towel covering my private parts; but Matt was positioning my injured leg in a manner that made any semblance of modesty impossible. He was holding my leg in a position on his lap that forced my thighs open, giving him an unobstructed view of my neatly shaven vagina. All I cold do was pretend that I was escort beylikdüzü unaware of how exposed I was. He was holding my injured leg in his lap as he massaged my knee, slowly kneading the tender flesh and slowly working his fingers into my calf and into my inner thigh. I admit, the massage felt wonderful. I felt his penis pulse up repeatedly against my leg. He would glance up between m thighs and his penis would arch up in response to his viewing of my vagina. It was very, very sexy. I felt very desirable as this seventeen year old young man became aroused at the sight of my vagina. I could feel myself lubricating at the unexpected and unique situation I had been forced into. Here I was, my pussy on display to a teenager who was now fully erect, his cock pulsing against my leg; and both of us were pretending that nothing inappropriate was going on. *quot;Matt, this feels wonderful, but I am not sure we should be in here like this,*quot; I said, honestly concerned with where this was leading. *quot;I don't think your dad would approve.*quot; *quot;Nonsense, Dad wants us to have a good relationship. He wants us to be close*quot; Matt chuckled. *quot;I'm not sure your dad wants you giving me massages.*quot; I decided to continue to pretend that my vagina was not gaped open for this young man's visual enjoyment and that I was unaware that his penis was fully erect and pulsing madly against my leg as we spoke. *quot;Well, you may have a point. We might be better off not telling*dad about this,*quot; Matt said as he gently tugged the hem of the towel causing it to fall away slightly, exposing my left breast. *quot;Matt, don't be getting frisky on me,*quot; I said pulling the towel back up covering my erect nipple. *quot;I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. You are so beautiful,*quot; he said*massaging my inner thigh and pulling my leg more firmly against his erection. I could no longer ignore his pulsing hard cock against my thigh. He was rocking his hips slightly, rubbing himself against me,*the only thing separating his erection from direct 'skin-to-skin' contact was the terrycloth towel he had wrapped around his waist. Holding my legs apart so my wet vagina was gapped open slightly, Matt looked directly at my pink inner lips and started to slowly trace his fingers up my inner thigh. I caught his hand when it reached about six inches from my vagina and prevented hi from reaching his goal. *quot;Matt, we better go get cleaned up before we get ourselves into some real trouble here.*quot; *quot;Oh please, Cindy, I just want to touch you for a moment, please,*quot; he begged as he arched his hips pushing his rock cock into more firmly against my leg. I knew he needed a release. I could feel my pulse throbbing in my erect clitoris as my vagina leaked my lubrication down my thighs. I was very aroused by this whole situation. Giving his hand a gentle and loving squeeze, but continuing to prevent it from advancing further towards my pussy, I said, *quot;Matt, I know you are wound up right now. Hell, you have me really wound up too. But we can't do this. We can't do this to your father.*quot; *quot;Cindy, I will never tell him. I promise,*quot; he pleaded. *quot;I want you to be my first.*quot; *quot;Oh Matt, if I were not involved with your father the way I am, I would love to experience this with you. But I can't betray Don. I just can't. I am very sorry.*quot; I must admit, it was an enormously arousing and erotic scene. And if I was not deeply involved in a long-term relationship with his father, I*would be preparing to fuck this gorgeous and charming seventeen year old*man-child. The thought of capturing his virginity was so appealing. But I was committed to Don; and I did not want to jeopardize*my relationship with him. Matt had a crestfallen look about him. He continued to rock his hips. I gave his fingers another squeeze and said, *quot;Let's get out of here and clean ourselves up a bit. I think we both can use some 'alone time' to take care of ourselves. You can think about me and imagine what we would be doing if I was not in love with your father. I know I will be thinking about you while I take a shower and tend to 'little cindy', okay?*quot; I knew that both Matt and I needed to separate and masturbate to relieve the sexual tension we had created. He nodded agreement. *quot;Help me out of here and let's shower and wash some of the sweat off ourselves.*quot; Matt*released my leg, and I moved to a sitting position, he stood in front of me and I saw the huge tent in front of*his towel. I could not help but to gasp at the size of the bulge*his erection was making under the towel. *quot;Help me up*quot; I said, extending my hand. As he pulled me up, I stood on my one good leg, and I remarked, *quot;It looks like you have a big problem there, you need to take care of that after you get me over to the shower*quot; Matt wrapped one arm around me to steady me, and with his free hand he pulled his towel away from his waist, fully exposing himself to me. *quot;This is what you do to me Cindy*quot; he said, proudly displaying his full erection. I gasped, *quot;Oh my god, Matt, you are a very big man,*quot; the words escaped my lips before I even thought of what to say. Matt was considerably bigger than his father. He was seven or eight inches long. But even more impressive was the thickness, I do not ever remember seeing a penis as thick as Matt's except in the occasional porn films I had seen. Yes, he was built like a porn star. His cock stood straight up, rigidly pulsing towards the ceiling. He was circumcised. The plum shaped glans stood proudly atop the thickly veined shaft.