"A Very Hot Sauna"

"Oh Eddie, I didn't know you were home!" Ellen had just stepped into her cedar-lined sauna surprising her son's fifteen-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."

And it was true. He had been glancing furtively at her chest, but what male would have been able to help himself? Ellen was incredibly well endowed. But it was much more than mere size. Since adolescence, she had the most flawlessly shaped breasts conceivable. They had been capturing the imaginations of men for two-and-a-half decades. Owing to the minuscule size of her bikini top, they had certainly captured Eddie's. Not that the rest of her body was less than exquisite: her slim waist, gently flaring hips and strong though wonderfully feminine arms and legs were a tribute to her God-given charms and to the rigorous exercise program she'd embarked upon many years ago.

She clasped the strings of her brassiere uncomfortably and tugged gently at the garment. "I'm generally quite happy with my shape, but sometimes these big guys are a royal pain. My bras are invariably too small, especially this one. I think I look good in it but sometimes it's painful to wear." Again she tugged at the straps, grimacing as she did so. She looked directly at him making full eye contact. "It's really bothering me now for some reason. Would it offend you if I just removed it?"

Eddie registered shock in his eyes. "You couldn't do that Mrs. Feinman!" he stammered uncontrollably."

"Oh but I could," she replied somewhat belittlingly. " ... with your permission," she teased. "This thing really is uncomfortable."

"Well," he said tentatively.

"Okay then!" she responded, taking the choice away from him. Slowly, deliberately, while continuing eye contact, she reached both hands behind her back and deftly unclasped her brassiere. Her enormous breasts sprang almost savagely forward. "Ah! Now that's better," she uttered with a sense of relief. She then matter-of-factly drew the bikini top off of her chest and over her arms. Smiling, with one hand, she held it out to him and dropped it, letting it fall to his lap. "Now go ahead and look, but I don't want you scorching your eyes."

Eddie's eyes darted unerringly to the stunning charms so shamelessly exposed before him. "My God!" he murmured involuntarily. Her massive globes jutted proudly forth like two wondrously firm, alabaster torpedoes. They were capped beautifully with her brown, fully erect nipples surrounded by their equally brown silver-dollar-size aureole. His eyes remained fixed on those hard, beckoning nipples.

Noting the almost hypnotized focus of his gaze, she accommodated him by pulling her strong shoulders back and boldly pushing her chest forward. She rested her hands gently upon her hips. "I take it you approve." she said softly.

The boy said nothing but looked up mortified with embarrassment. She laughed patronizingly. Then, she leaned ever so slightly towards him. Her face suddenly grew serious. She looked down at her oversized attributes. A film of perspiration had formed over them. She stroked them ever so lightly with her fingertips. "You've got good taste, they're all natural."

She looked up at him and rose to her feet. She took a single step backwards. "Nudity is nothing to be ashamed of Eddie. It's a very natural thing." With that, she looped her fingers through both sides of her bikini bottoms and jerked them down her legs thus revealing the lush, pitch-black triangle between her sensual thighs. She stepped daintily out of them. "As you can see, I'm not all that shy!" She spun around one-hundred-and-eighty degrees and held her position allowing the startled boy to peruse her remarkably tight, well-formed derriere. She completed her pirouette and stood facing him again.

"I may be an older woman, but I work out every day and I'm proud of my body." She ran her fingers through her hair. "It's quite beautiful; don't you think?" she commented slyly.

Eddie fidgeted uneasily. A more rhetorical question was never uttered. The boy was beside himself with anxiety. He felt her to be absolutely gorgeous as she posed unabashedly before him. He couldn't believe she was stark naked and was only several feet from him. Mortified, he could feel himself getting the beginnings of a powerful erection within his shorts. He prayed that she wouldn't be able to detect it. "Mrs. Feinman, You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

She beamed happily. "I'm glad you think so." She winked at him slyly. "I need to hear that every once in a while." She stretched her arms languidly up over her head. "I like being nude. It makes me feel so free and alive. You know Eddie, I feel extremely comfortable being nude in front of you. You can feel free to look at me. Don't be embarrassed. I'm not."

"Well you have to admit it takes some getting used to."

Ellen smiled. "I guess I can understand that. You're a young man and I'll bet you're just coursing with testosterone." She knelt down in front of him placing her palms lightly on each of his thighs. She stroked them with the lightest of touches. "I'll bet seeing my naked body has got you really revved up right now!" She continued stroking the seated boy's thighs, her hands drifting imperceptibly closer to his loins. She looked down at the impressive bulge evident beneath his shorts. Her eyes widened and she quietly sighed. "Really revved up. Eddie, I'm giving you a hard-on!" She brought her fingertips up to the hem of his shorts and gripped it firmly. "I showed you mine, now you have to show me yours."

The boy was quite simply paralyzed. She had a strange power over him. Although he wanted desperately to pull away from her, all he could do was manage to turn his head thus averting her eyes. It was as though he was relinquishing responsibility for what she was about to do.

Slowly, Ellen began to draw his shorts downward. Suddenly, unable to control her curiosity, she jerked them down to his knees. His throbbing organ sprang gloriously upwards, pointing to the ceiling. Her eyes widened as she gazed down upon it. She smiled and looked up at him. "Now that's a cock!" she said almost reverently.

"Eddie," she whispered again looking down upon it. "The ladies are going to have to be careful with that thing." She slid his shorts down his thighs and freed them from his ankles. She stroked both of his thighs ever so lightly with her fingertips.

Still kneeling before him, she gazed down at the astonishing specimen that virtually assaulted her senses. "This is unreal, she murmured almost reverently." She looked up into his eyes. She whispered admiringly, "I thought my husband had a big cock but he's just a child compared to you!"

Though thoroughly embarrassed, Eddie had to evince a slight smile. Her clearly stated admiration for his endowment gratified him immensely. Judging by the furtive glances of other boys in the locker room, he'd been long aware that his anatomy was "special". This however, was the first time that this fact had been confirmed by a woman.