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."
