To Heather, there was nothing like a bit of slap and tickle.
I left my friends on the beach and ran back towards the cottage to get some more sunscreen. I skipped over the pine needles, through the cool shade of the tall trees and up onto the screened-in porch. Which was when I noticed there was a man sitting there on the second-hand couch.
He waved at me, and I tentatively waved back, indecisively gripping the screen door. He looked vaguely familiar. And since I could still hear my friends yelling and splashing around in the lake only a couple of hundred yards away, I pulled the door open and stepped inside.
The man rose to his feet.
“Sorry to bust in on you,” he said, grinning. “But the door was open and all, so…” He shrugged his big shoulders.
He was big all over. Tall. With steel-grey hair and a broad sun-lined face, blue eyes that literally shone.
“Um, that’s OK,” I mumbled, staring at his huge brown hands, memories tickling the back of my mind.
“Don Turner. I used to work with your dad before I got transferred.” He looked around. “Used to come out to the cabin and play with you kids all the time.” He looked me over from tip to toe, his eyes twinkling. “That was quite a while ago, mind you. You’re no kid anymore.”
I smiled. I was wearing just a hot-pink bikini, my body brown from the sun, wet from the water. The tiny string bathing suit stretched and strained to hold me in. “Well, I’m now eighteen years old,” I stated.
He shook his head and rubbed his frying pan hands on his slacks. “How time does fly.”
I remembered him now. “You used to spank me all the time,” I blurted.
He looked down at the floor, back up again. “Aw, that was just all in fun. But you were a bit of a hell-raiser – as a girl.”
“As a woman, too,” I said. A deliciously dirty idea had popped into my head, wetting me with more than just water.
I strolled up to the mature hunk, my bare feet crossing and bare hips swaying, almost-bare boobs jiggling. I pressed my body against his, gazing up into his blazing blue eyes. “And I still need a good spanking… every now and then.”
His eyes widened, and I pushed him back down on the couch. I was draped over his beefy thighs and big knees before he even knew what hit him, my impudent bottom served up round and golden brown for his large firm hands.
He hesitated only a moment, glancing out at the empty front yard. Then he smacked my bum.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, heating up instantly.
He smacked me again, and again, the hot obscene cracks of flesh against flesh resounding like gunshots in the hushed cottage. He whacked first one of my mounded butt cheeks and then the other, then both together, the thick flesh rippling delightfully, surging with the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.
“Spank me, Mr Turner. Spank me!” I wailed.
He rained blow after blow down upon my brazen bottom, all of my cheeks flushing a deep burning red. I bit my lip and whimpered, the sharp splash of his strong hand on my bum reverberating all through my body and pussy, firing me up to boiling point.
He really walloped my backside, breathing as hard as I was, his cock gone rigid against me. I wouldn’t be sitting on any hot sand for a week, but I could not have cared less. All I wanted was for the big man with the big hands to keep on whaling my arse. Until it and I went numb, my head spinning and bum scorched.
I was a pussy hair-trigger away from coming in his lap. And he triggered me, tearing my skimpy bikini bottom to one side and diving a pair of blunt fingers in between my legs, tickling my pussy.
“Ohmigod!” I cried, white-hot orgasm searing me.
He butt-whacked me with one hand and scrubbed my slit with the other, as I shook out-of-control in his lap, crying scalding tears of blistering joy. Just like a grown-up woman.
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