C. Ralston - Turning on her teachers

She didn't quite make it. The lanky girl dug an edge in as she hit and end over end down the powdery hill. Getting to her feet slowly, gathering up her poles, cap, and goggles, Ginger found that her left ankle had twisted slightly in the fall. It wasn't really serious, she was glad to discover as she put weight on it, but it hurt a bit when she leaned heavily on the sprain.

"Can I help?" a man's voice asked.

Turning, Ginger saw one of the most handsome, dashing men she had ever imagined skiing to a stop right behind her. He was tall, powerfully built, dressed in the latest, most expensive ski gear, his nicely barbered, longish brown hair flying out from around his ski cap, and his perfectly trimmed brown mustache curling up at just the right angle on his tanned, almost movie star face.

Heart pounding, Ginger sighed. "Oh, I think I'm okay!"

"Well, just checking," the Greek God replied, adjusting his reflector goggles to resume his downhill run. "That looked like, a bad tumble you took."

"Uh, well, I did twist my left ankle a little!" Ginger blurted, a rush of cunt-tension pulsing through her tiny pussy that told her she couldn't just let this beautiful older man simply ski into and out of her life.

"Oh, well, that can be bothersome," the man smiled at the teenager reassuringly. "Let's go down together, so I can help you if you need it."

Ginger was too excited by her deceitful ploy to answer. She just nodded and pushed off, her heart beating even faster as she tried to think of ways to keep this handsome stranger around when they reached the bottom of the hill.

As it turned out, Ginger needn't have bothered. When the pair came gliding into the first aid station a few minutes later, there was a sign indicating the Ski Patrolman had gone up to the lodge for a few minutes.

"Hell, these guys are never here you need them!" the stranger muttered in an exasperated tone. "Listen, I'm a certified first aid instructor, used to be a Phys Ed teacher and high school coach," he explained quickly. "Why don't we load you in my car and go over to my cabin, it's just two miles up the road, and I'll look at your ankle?"

That's not all you'll look at, if I have my way about it! Ginger thought lasciviously. Her whole body tingled at the thought of being alone in a cabin with this gorgeous hunk of manhood.

"Oh, hey, that'd be great, if you're sure you don't mind!" Ginger smiled as seductively as she knew how. "It's really starting to hurt!"

The man nodded and helped the teenager out of her skis. They locked the girl's equipment in the overnight locker and she leaned on his muscular shoulder as they made their way out to the parking lot. In seconds, the man had fitted his skis into the rack on his classic Porsche and they were roaring out of the lot in a powder of flying snow.

"My name is Matt," the good looking stranger told her as he maneuvered the red sports car around the twisting mountain road.

"Mine's Ginger!" the girl sighed, leaning back in the leather seat, admiring the car, the man's driving ability, and the bluest set of eyes she had seen on a brown haired man this side of Paul Newman.

In minutes, they were at his cabin. It was a smallish affair, just off the main highway, with a high-peaked, snow-encrusted roof, brown-shingled sides and trees all around it.

Inside, the room was decorated in a rough, manly style that told Ginger this heavenly male wasn't married to anyone at the present time. She watched him closely as he stoked up the dying fire, excited by the contour of his heavy muscled legs and ass as he moved about in the tight fitting ski pants.

"There, outer warmth!" Matt said brightly, "Now, how about some inner warmth?" He moved to the unfinished cabinet that served as a bar and poured them each a snifter of good brandy.

"I know you're not quite aid enough for this, legally speaking, but in case of accident, the law be damned!" he smiled charmingly at his young guest, handing her the glass.

The warm liquor burned all the way down, but Ginger was delighted by the immediate glow it gave her, and the pleasant, rich aftertaste. She drank in the aroma and finished her first one in less than, a minute.

"Well, I see my brandy meets with your approval, young lady," Matt grinned, re-filling the big glass. "Now let's see about my first-aid skills."

Matt kneeled in front of the heavy overstuffed chair Ginger was sitting in and loosened her boot. He pulled off her thick socks and pushed the stirrup of her bell-bottomed ski pants off her foot. Peeling the pant leg up onto her shapely calf, Matt examined the girl's ankle carefully.

"Just a sprain, I think," he announced after a moment or two. "Does that hurt?"

Ginger, barely aware of any pain now – except for the dull ache in her cock hungry cunt – smiled at him. "No, it just feels better when you rub it, Matt. Please, do my calf too, the muscles are so tight!"

Smiling back, the older man pushed Ginger's pant leg up further, past her knee, and began a slow, sensual massage of the young teenager's supple flesh. Ginger closed her eyes and sipped at the warm brandy, letting her senses revel in the man's practiced touch and the hot waves of pleasure washing over her nubile body.

"That feels so good," Ginger sighed once more. "Would it be too much to ask you to do the other leg too?"

Obviously happy to oblige, Ginger felt Matt removing her other boot, sock, and stirrup. She sighed louder and wriggled down in the seat, eyes still closed, as her older lover pulled the pant leg up. The red cloth slid all the way up to the base of Ginger's thigh.

Matt worked on both legs now, running his fingers over the girl's smooth, finely turned calves, rubbing her knee joints, then tracing his way up to her young, muscular thighs. The warm, parting legs opened to his knowing touch, but the heavy nylon ski pants stopped him at mid thigh.

Without saying a word, her tits rising and falling beneath her tight ski sweater, Ginger took off her parka and unzipped her ski pants. Her nipples were hot little bulges in the smooth material as she stared down into Matt's lust filled eyes and undid the button holding her pants on.

Smiling with unspoken understanding, Matt pulled the clinging garment down the girl's spread legs and whisked it off. He ran his hands all over Ginger's trembling thighs now, until her butt gave an involuntary little jerk forward, pushing her barely concealed cunt into his palm. She knew he could feel her wet pussy lips right through the fabric of her tiny bikini panties, and the thought excited her still more.

"Now here's that's clearly broken," Matt teased his teenage guest, wriggling his forefinger under the thin piece of nylon barring the girl's cunt from his hungry eyes.

Ginger giggled as his finger went knuckle deep into her yearning pussy socket. His palm was on her extended clit and the horny high school girl could barely restrain her groans of pleasure as the older man began fingering her gushing box.

Matt didn't play with her for long. Knowing full well what the long legged teen wanted now, he turned down her red panties and discarded them. He gazed appreciatively at the girl's fuzz surrounded snatch, with its juicy pouting lips and its aroused love-pearl.

Ginger knew from the way Matt was eyeing her cunt like a hungry man that she was about to get her pussy licked. That sounded wonderful, but first she wanted to show him the rest of her goodies. She reached down and pulled the tight turtleneck up over her head, her brunette tresses flying upward, then floating back down to frame her pretty face and freed, bobbling breasts.

"Those look delicious!" Matt growled, his voice growing lower and tighter with passion as he stared at the girl's tits.

"Try them and see, lover!" Ginger cooed, leaning forward in the chair a little, so that her bouncy jugs were right in front of his lips.