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.