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.