Em & Mike Ch. 20: Or Maybe

Hello. So, Emily and Mike have finished their adventures, but those of you who know the background (Ch:1) and have enjoyed these stories, may remember that in some previous comments (Ch:7) I mentioned that 'Real Mike' actually lived, or had lived, quite close to a friend of mine, and I had sometimes wondered what I would do if I bumped into him.

This led to some wicked suggestions (you naughty people), but I did agree that I would write an alternative chapter based around that. The possibility of stumbling across 'Real Mike' one day.

Most likely if it does ever happen, I'll just eye candy his ass for as long as I can without getting arrested, and be too shy to actually say anything, but who knows. Maybe...?

For this story I have gone right back to the beginning, so Mike is younger than you all know him. Probably not much more innocent though!

-X

June 2018

I stepped out into the heat, dust, and traffic fumes of Louisville, the sharp bend where my friend business premises are based.

Carefully angling so that my lower arm wasn't hit by a passing truck, as I stretched. Urgh, cooped up all morning.

I don't know what it is about her rooms, but whenever I am here doing some training, I feel like someone is sapping my energy.

It's like being smothered and I struggle to stay alert.

Apparently, she had to clear the place of many grumpy spirits before she started her business, and she says she couldn't get rid of all of them, so maybe that's the problem.

Much as I enjoy the training, I gave a sigh of relief as I turned away, my afternoon free, and headed down towards where I had left my car in a nearby estate.

I frowned as I turned the corner. There was a long-slung car stopped slightly awkwardly across the front of mine.

It was gleaming in the sun (someone washes their car), the shine almost too bright to look at. My mud-colored dust-mobile looming over it from behind.

(My car is actually dark blue, but you can't often tell!)

I cursed; I'd only just got the damn thing fixed after the last asshole hit it while parked.

As I got closer, I could see a kid leaning over the hood of my car, it looked like he was writing on a pad. At least he had the decency to leave his details.

He had a lovely arse, so I allowed myself a ten second perving session, before shutting it down. He looked barely old enough to have passed his test, and one must maintain standards.

The kid raised his head slightly to check his watch, before bending back to the notepad. I nearly laughed out loud.

This was no kid. It was Mike. My naughty sext-buddy who sadly never progressed to fuck-buddy.

Apparently, the chances of bumping into him were not as low as I had thought, although I had known he lived here-about-somewhere.

Well, how does the saying go? You are only as old as the guy you are copping a feel of.

Maybe it should be, you are only as old as the guy you are considering copping a cheeky feel of, because suddenly I felt twenty-six again, and almost sprightly!

And considering all of the things that I had previously discussed doing to that arse with its owner, I was most definitely allowed to purve, and did so, as I walked closer.

Hearing my footsteps, Mike looked up again. He flushed slightly as he realized I was the owner of the car he was leaning on. He stood up straight and looked nervous.

I reined in a grin. Mike had no clue who I was. This was going to be so much fun.

"Please tell me there's not too much damage," I moaned at him.

"No, hardly anything," he shook his head, "I was...the mirror, um," he stopped, watching me cautiously when I raised a hand.

"What the fuck is that noise?" I asked.

I guess I had been distracted by the delightful grabbiness of Mike's ass, but now I was aware of an insistent wailing noise, coming from the house opposite.

Mike huffed out a half laugh, "Shall I start at the beginning?"

"Please do," I said, my tone cool, not giving an inch, as I leant against his car. (I wasn't going to lean on mine. It's filthy!)

Mike swallowed, "So this kid came out into the road on a scooter thing as I was driving by. Just came out of nowhere. That's him crying, his Mom was furious. Well," he stopped, a slight smile touching his lips, "I guess he scared her."

God, he's adorable, I thought. I bet he can remember a telling off or two himself. He was probably a right little scamp. Most likely still is.

"I had to swerve," he continued, "I think the mirror's wrecked, but there's no other damage."

"Hmmm," I said, before pushing off his car and walking to the back of mine.

I walked slowly around, examining my car carefully.

When I stopped to rub at a scuff on the back drivers side wheel arch, Mike started to speak, "That can't have been me, I." he stopped when I rudely held up a hand again.

He folded his arms across his chest, the only sign of his temper fraying slightly.

I was impressed actually; I wouldn't have expected him to be so restrained. Mike's normally quite sparky.

Walking forward I could see the mirror bent back on itself, looking slightly askew, and badly scuffed.

Mike started to speak again, and I shushed him.

This time he swore under his breath and turned away, leaning against a nearby wall and glaring at me.

I expect he was itching to strangle my obnoxious self already.

I was feeling frisky, and couldn't resist teasing him, so I also did a thorough check of his car.

"There's no damage," he said, and then cursed again, looking away when I just stared at him.

Once I had finished my inspection, I bleeped my car and slung my bag onto the back seat.

"Do you know how much those mirrors cost?" I grumbled as I tuned back to Mike.

"Yea, I'm really sorry, but mirror, or squashed child," he waved his hand from side, like he was saying what choice did he have?

Sighing, and giving the clear impression I thought he had made the wrong choice, I held out my hand for the notepad.

I could almost see the think bubble above Mike's head, at this point it would have read 'WHAT A BITCH'.

Yea, yea, I know what you are all thinking, I'm a terrible person, teasing this poor young man so.

Ha! Serves him right for ghosting me, instead of growing a pair and telling me what was going on.

Not that I'm bitter. I had always known Mike was a sweetheart (albeit a stroppy one) and would have had good reason for his actions. But I had been hurt, and revenge is sweet.

"Mike Smith," I read from his note, "I don't suppose you have your driver's licence so I can confirm these details are real?" I asked nastily.

Boom!

"What the fuck?" Mike exploded, "Why the fuck would I bother leaving details at all if they were fake? What is your problem?"

"Would you mind not shouting at me," I asked calmly.

Mike turned away again, gripping his hair, and cursing steadily, it was impressive watching him pull his temper back.

I decided I should probably stop winding him up before he actually belted me. Shame though; no one pronounces 'fuck' quite as delightfully as Mike does.

Then he turned back and spoke through gritted teeth, "I didn't mean to shout, and I'm sorry, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't be so insulting. It was an accident and I'm trying to do the right thing here."

Wow. I was so proud. What a way to stand up to a condescending, bitchy, older women. He may be a young lad in his mid-twenties, but he wasn't intimidated at all.

Had I been for real, I would have been firmly put in my place.

I sniffed, and shrugged, then placed his notepad back on the hood of my car, before moving forward, forcing Mike to back up slightly, and gripping the handle of my passenger door.

"The way I see it, we have three options here," I said.

"Okay?" Mike said carefully.

"We can swap information and go through insurance, which will take forever, and both end up paying higher premiums next year."

"Or?" Mike asked.

"Or you can just pay for a new mirror directly, I'll pay the fitting costs and we can avoid the mess of insurance."

Mike's eyebrows rose, he was clearly surprised at the 'middle-aged bitch's' offer to pay the fitting costs, "What's the third option?"

"You drive us somewhere secluded and I'll bend you over the hood of your car and spank your ass for being such a bad boy. Then maybe I'll give you a blow job that makes your legs give way."

Mike made a noise like I had punched him in the stomach and staggered back three steps.

"What?!" he shook his head and gave up trying to form words. Just standing and gaping at me, breathing hard.

I couldn't help but notice the large insta-bulge at the front of his jeans though. Filthy bugger is even more of a pervert than I am.

I just smirked at his pale, shocked face, and opened the passenger door. Crawling over the seats I turned the ignition to open the windows, all the while giving Mike a good eyeball view of my butt.

My friend and I had been planning on going into the city later today, before she had to run off and deal with a family issue. So I was actually dressed like a grown up for once, and even having my once per year well behaved hair day.

The timing really could not have been better. I'm pretty sure these jeans have some sort of invisible force field scaffolding thing going on, that actually lift my ass instead of dragging it down.

Looking over my shoulder I found Mike gripping the passenger door and staring wide eyed at me. Well, mostly my ass, but he had his own perving thing going on now and his eyes were roaming all over.

Giving him a grin, that made him blink in shock, I reached through the window and gripped the mirror.

One hefty tug and it folded itself back into position. I gave it a wriggle, but it was secure. A bit more scuffed than before, but no actual damage.

Mike was so gobsmacked by this point that when I started to back out of the car he forgot to move, and my ass bumped firmly into his erection.

He moaned and I giggled.

"Sorry," he said and moved back, gripping the door for support, and rubbing his forehead, "Christ, um!"

I shifted onto my bum and held up my hand so Mike could pull me out of the car. Despite his shock and inability to understand what the hell was happening, he did. Such a gentleman.

I stood and brushed the dust from my mirror from my hands.

Mike was watching me with a mixed look of confusion, fear, arousal, and amazement in his face. There was also a hint of amusement, probably caused by the fact that he now understood, that I had known all along the mirror wasn't broken.

So far, I had deliberately evened out my accent, but now I let rip (too much like hard work trying to keep that contained anyway!).

"The mirror's actually designed to do that, but it's a bugger to get back out. Needs a really good yank. There's no damage," I grinned again, "That was actually option four, but I still think option three is worth considering."

Mike's mouth was so wide open by now I could literally see his tonsils. My passenger door was the only thing keeping him on his feet.

Concerned, because he really was very pale, I nudged him onto the seat, "Jesus, Mike it's okay, sit down."

He sank down weakly and, resting his elbows on his knees, dropped his head into his hands.

I grabbed a bottle of water from my bag and crouching down, pushed it at him, "Here, have some water," rubbing his thigh to comfort him as he somewhat shakily sipped some water, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you, I couldn't resist teasing you."

Mike stared at me, "What are you doing here?"

"Training. My friend's business is just around the corner. I thought my car would be safer parked here," I added ironically.

"Really?"

I nodded, "It's just a weird coincidence, that's all," I reassured him.

His color was returning, as he watched me. Then he put the water aside and covered my hand with his. I realized I had still been rubbing his thigh and it probably wasn't appropriate, "Shit, sorry," I said, trying to pull back.

Mike held me firm, "It's okay," he said quietly, and with his free hand, gently removed my sunglasses, "Emily?" he asked.

I grinned, and squinted, because hello-sunlight! "Hey."

"It's really you?" he asked, cupping my face.

"Fraid so," I confirmed.

Mike was coming back strong now, "I recognized the way you said bugger," he told me and we both laughed.

I pushed up and shielding my eyes, reached out for my glasses. Mike handed them back to me and once I could see again, I held my hands back out and pulled him to his feet, straight into a hug.

He has to bend down for me, but that's his problem not mine. Though I squealed when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to my tippy toes.

"Hi, Emily," he said, squeezing hard.

"Hi, Mike," I replied, somewhat breathlessly.

Then we were both laughing and talking a mile a minute. It had been over six months since we had lost touch and we spent twenty minutes on a fast catch up.

Eventually I indicated that I should probably let Mike go on his merry way. It all got a bit awkward then, but Mike suggested maybe meeting for food the next day.

I agreed. Why not.

Mike went off to his car and I sat half in the trunk of mine to send a quick text.

Suddenly he was back.

"Shit! You made me jump," I complained.

"Sorry," he grinned, but then became serious, "Did you mean what you said?"

"Which bit I said about what?" I asked.

"The bit about driving somewhere secluded?"

I laughed. Mike didn't.

"You're serious?"

"I get it was a joke, and that's fine, but I feel that if I don't ask now, I'll always wonder."

I thought about it for a moment, "But where?"

Turned out Mike was on his way to the perfect location. Checking on his friend's family home, they were away, and it was secluded and private.

I wasn't sure if getting in that car was the stupidest or bravest thing I had ever done, but we were both giggling like kids and it sure was fun.

At the start I was nervous, and Mike was excited.

Somewhere in the middle we were both just back to buddies and chatting as if we had only been chatting the day before and this wasn't the first time we had met.

By the time we arrived, around forty-five minutes later, Mike was nervous, and I was excited.

I watered some flower beds while Mike checked the property. Then he let me pop in and use the facilities.

Before I had gotten in his car, I had made it clear that spanking and sucking off was what I was offering, I wasn't going to be dropping my panties this afternoon.

Mike had agreed to this. He was a little quiet as we got back into the car and drove further onto the property and into a small wooded area.

I told him that he could turn around, but he admitted he was too turned on to stop, just nervous.

I pointed out he was a lot bigger than I was, should he feel the need to defend himself.

That seemed to settle him. Mainly, I think, his amusement at the idea of me being a threat in the first place.

We pulled in at the end of the lane, having run out of road. Woods behind us, a beach in front of us, and freezing cold ocean to the horizon.

This was private land, but any trespassers were about to get an eyeful.

I got out of the car and waited, gazing out to sea, as Mike girded his loins, so to speak.

The car shifted. His door slammed. Then he appeared, looking sheepish and flushed. Also very aroused.

I had decided that this was best done as friends, not as any kind of role play, so I grinned, rubbed my hands together and pointed to the car.

"Hands on the hood, cutie."

Mike, unable to wipe the grin from his face, moved forward and leaned over the car. Spreading his legs a little and getting his balance.

I placed my hand on his ass and rubbed a little.

He hissed as he hardened, in his impossibly tight jeans.

"Stick your butt out a little more," I requested.

He did, humming slightly in his throat.

I gave his ass a couple of testing hard pats. Mike moved his feet a little and better balanced asked me to spank him.

I whacked him hard enough for a little "oomph," to escape, six times and then rubbed his ass again. This time allowing my hand to roam further.

I was basically caressing his balls from behind, and he made the most delicious, feral groan in his throat.

"Fuck, Em. Do it again."

I did it again. Mike moaned louder and leaned more heavily on the car, his head hanging down.

"More spanky?" I asked.

He nodded.

Six more whacks, which created a sort of muffled thumping noise through the denim.

Mike's head dropped to his arms. His butt sticking right out now.

He was so cute, I really wanted to bite his arse, not spank it.

"Mike, do you want some proper smacks?"

"Ah huh," he nodded.

"We need to get these jeans down then."

"Can you do it?" Mike asked shyly.

With both of us sniggering like a pair of naughty kids, I reached from behind and slipped my arms around his waist. Pushing his button free, and carefully lowering the zip.

Mike's breathing was fractured by the time I started to ease his jeans over his hips, and we were both shaking.

This was moving from a lark to erotic naughtiness.

Mind you it was more of a hefty yank to get Mike's jeans down his thighs. He certainly had some muscle packed into surprisingly well shaped legs.

Surprising as he looked so slender at first glance.

We were both blushing as Mike stepped out of the jeans.

He wasn't wearing underwear.

I stayed behind him the whole time, and Mike instinctively cupped himself, but as I ran my hand over his naked ass, my fingers brushed the back of his balls and he shivered.

I had insisted that he step back into his shoes, as we were standing on a mix of loose gravel and woodland debris. Mike was also still wearing his top. This would have all looked very strange to anyone watching us.

I ran my hand over his butt again and then down his legs.

I couldn't help but think (in my head), how lovely his legs would look and feel in silky black stockings.

Not entirely sure what Mike would have made of that idea though, so I kept it tucked away in my imagination.

After pulling Mike's jeans over his feet, I was still crouched down behind him, so I placed a couple of soft, open mouthed kisses on his inner thighs.

He trembled beautifully.

"Hands back on the car," I instructed.

Mike complied, giving me a sudden eyeful of bouncing cock.

I blew on him from behind, causing him to mutter a drawn out, "Fuucckk!"

Standing up I placed my hand back on his ass.

"Ready?"

He giggled, "Yea."

SLAP!

Mike giggled harder, leaning heavily on the car, "Again, please again."

SLAP!

"Harder."

WHACK. SLAP!

Mike shifted his feet again.

"You okay?" I asked.

He nodded, "It feels amazing."

"I can't hit you any harder," I admitted, "not with my hand anyway, but I can give your ass a good spanking, heat it up for you?"

Mike braced and stuck his butt out, his cock was bouncing and leaking a little, "Please," he asked.

I spanked him for about ten minutes. Not that long really, but his ass was nice and pink by the time I was done, and he had moved from laughing to moaning.

My hand was going numb though. I was probably the most lightweight wannabe mistress on record!

I slid my hands and my mouth over his butt and down his legs as I sank to the forest floor.

"You still wanna turn around?" I asked him.

"Can I? Really?"

"No interfering though, you keep your hands on the car."

Mike took a deep breath, grinning again and turned around, leaning his hot ass and his hands against his car.

I cupped his balls, making us both swear (nerves mainly).

Then I licked him from root to tip.

"Fuck, Please, don't stop, Ohhh, Harder, Ahhhh, Faster, Urgh," I understood, but over the next few minutes the words became sounds, which became guttural moans, and then gasps.