I head for the bathroom as Mike makes his way to our bedroom. I flick on the lights and stand in front of the mirror. I'm shocked by how I look. Immediately I grab a hand towel and run it under the faucet in the sink. Starting on my face, I wipe the cum and saliva off my face and chin. Slowly working my way down my neck, and finally wiping the white sticky goo off my chest. Grabbing a brush, I quickly run it through my damp, thoroughly messed up, red hair. I notice a red handprint on my wrist, with a similar one on the other wrist. That's going to leave a mark. Looking down, I notice twin red marks on my upper thighs where they were banging against the hall table.
Nervously I start turning around. Mike spanked my ass pretty hard, and often. The sensations I feel every time I move are still sharp, like pins. The burning is intense. I wonder what color my cheeks actually are. Ouch! My left side is a nice bright red; I can even see outlines of handprints. The right side is another story all together. Mike focused most of the spankings on that side. It's a dark red, almost purple. My thigh is close to that color, but not quite. I rub my hand along the surface, feeling the heat pouring off it. My hand looks pale by comparison. My desk job is going to be awful tomorrow.
I notice Mike walking toward me. He's stripped off his clothes while I was cleaning up in here. There's just something sexy around a naked man, even if mine's over 50 years old. The confidence of his walk. The curve of the muscles as they lay over his shoulders. The way his biceps and triceps play against each other when his arms move. The sparse hairs covering his chest, with the little trail drawing my eyes down to his cock, gently swaying between his legs as he walks toward me. I remember how horny I was a few minutes ago as desire flames back to life between my legs.
Mike walks into the bathroom; standing behind me he wraps his arms around me. Kissing my shoulder and neck, he asks again if I'm OK. I show him my wrists, and he kisses them. I show him my thighs and he gently rubs his hands over them. I place my hands over his, and guide them to my ass. He stands back to get a better look. In one of his completely annoying, but also completely irresistible 'cocky' moments, Mike lets out a low whistle and tells me I should be more careful when I ride my bike. My eyes roll, my head shakes, and Mike gets a light slap on his chest. He leans in and kisses my forehead, and then he kneels down behind me, his hands gently cupping my ass. I rest my hands on the countertop and spread my legs a little. Softly he kisses my dimples, and then he gently kisses all over my ass. I close my eyes and just enjoy the combination of feelings; the heat, the pin pricks, the soft caresses, the coolness of his skin against mine.
Mikes' hand starts to meander up my inner thigh. I moan softly. While still kissing and gently biting my ass and thighs, Mike slips his hand between the moist folds of my sex. His fingers are slowly running along my crack; back and forth, again and again.
"Please, Mike." I start begging him.
Mike slips one finger inside me. My body reacts instantly and starts pressing back against him. With his finger sliding in and out of me, Mike stands up, kissing my back and shoulders. I spread my legs a bit farther, leaning over the counter a bit more. A few more blissful seconds pass before he pulls his finger out of me. It takes me a moment or two to realize my world has stopped. Confused, I turn to look at him. He has a grin on his face and says "I thought I told you to get your ass in the shower?"
"Don't you dare stop! You can't. Please, Mike."
The Evil Bastard, as I have started to think of him, tries to guide me to the shower. My legs are kind of wobbly, and he has to help me in. Leaning against the wall of the shower, I watch as The Evil Bastard turns on the shower and directs the spray of water over us. He takes me in his arms and starts kissing me. Softly at first, and getting more demanding as we go on. I can taste him as his tongue dances in and out of my mouth. My hands slide over his wet body, resting on his shoulders. I can feel his hands on my chest, cupping my tits. His thumbs slowly start rubbing my nipples. His mouth starts kissing and nibbling on my forehead, eyes, cheeks, and neck.
"Ahh, Michael. That feels so good. Please make me cum."
Mike steps back a bit. Did I mention he's an Evil Bastard? He takes the bath scrubbie and the lilac soap and holds them under the water. Slowly he rubs them together, creating a nice lather. I stand and just watch him, almost in a daze. My body is on fire; my mind isn't working very well. It's almost like I'm watching from somewhere far away. He turns back toward me, and slowly starts washing my body. Starting with my face, he glides his soapy hands over my arms, and chest, down my stomach. He spends a few extra excruciating minutes between my legs, teasing me. Then he finishes my pampering by soaping my long legs.
Mike turns the water on me to rinse off the soap, and he gives himself a quick wash and then rinses himself. He turns the water off and I groan. It was warm under the water, and now I'm going to have to move again. Mike stands before me and kisses me again, his hands roaming down my body. One of his hands goes right between my legs, slipping inside me without even pausing. I can feel how sore my pussy is from our earlier encounter, as Mike slides one, then two fingers deep inside me. He kneels down in front of me as he leans forward and starts to suck on my clit. My hands grab at his head, trying to steady myself. Leaning against the shower wall, I spread my legs, making it easier for Mike. He continues to lick and suck my clit, even an occasional nip. His fingers are driving furiously inside me. I'm begging him to make me cum. I can feel it building up. My only thought is 'Please, don't stop.' I'm so close now. Please. Please. Please.
Mike can read me like a book by now; he knows how close I am. He knows how to play me. He can make me cum, or make me beg. He seems to be in the 'make me beg' mode. Evil Bastard. He pulls his fingers out of me, his tongue snaking along my slit, licking me clean. He stands up and slowly starts licking and sucking his fingers. I just stand there, watching him. My body is confused, disorientated. He kisses me again, softly, and leads me out of the shower. I stand there with my eyes closed, trembling slightly, as he dries us off. Taking my hand he leads me to the bedroom and sits me on the edge of the bed.
