“Right hand on green.”
I tried my best to contort my body around on the Twister mat in a sexy way, but I felt completely stupid. I was now standing on all fours with my butt high up in the air. Michael was standing behind me, making this a really compromising position.
I had just spun the wheel and Michael bent over to reach the green spot. It was right below my hand, so his body now covered mine. I could feel him, all of him, against me. Once again I was a bit disappointed that Twister was what he wanted me to stretch for. But I had to admit, it was pretty funny, and I guess any physical game with him was worth playing. And what made it even more fun was to see Michael’s face when I won the first round. He did not find that amusing! And it didn’t help that his gloating, when he won the second round, failed to get to me even one bit.
I could feel his hair tickling the side of my face and his warm breath against my ear; it gave me goose bumps. I shifted my foot a little and that made my rear bump into Michael’s groin. I could feel his body jump a little, but I could also feel him harden a bit. I didn’t say anything. Just took a deep calming breath, because there was nothing I wanted more than to help him get even harder.
He pressed his body even further down on mine and I sensed his heart pounding in his chest against my back. He put his mouth even closer to my ear.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” He spoke in a feathery voice. I had to clear my throat before I could get any sound out.
“Y…Yes I am.”
“I’m gonna beat you this time too, ya know?” He continued whispering.
“Oh really?”
“Yes, really!” I could hear in his voice that he was smiling.
“And how do you plan on doing that? ‘Cause I’m not even tired yet”. I was actually lying and desperately hoping that he would just admit defeat and give up, because I sure wasn’t about to!
“Because I’m just getting started and I never give up…And I’m not tired as well!”
Damn! Well I sure wasn’t going give him the satisfaction of winning, so I clenched my teeth and held my position. Michael turned the wheel.
The game went on for another half hour. I was now positioned on all fours on my back with Michael’s legs between mine and his hands on each side of my head. My body was trembling from straining myself for so long. Even Michael looked tired, but he was too stubborn to quit.
He looked down at me, and I met his eyes. Then he slowly lowered himself like he was doing push ups, until his face was right in front of mine.
“Let’s stop playing” he whispered.
I nodded and closed my eyes and prepared for the kiss that I could sense coming. And it did. At first his lips were barely touching mine and I could feel him breathing into my mouth. Then he moved up to kiss my upper lip and afterwards he gave the bottom one the same treatment. I hadn’t moved my lips yet and just savoured the delicate feeling of his touch. He then covered my mouth with his in a hungry kiss. My body finally surrendered and I forgot about the game. Lying on my back, I reached for Michael’s neck, pulling him closer. I wanted him on top of me. He was still in the push up position and the air between our bodies was not welcome.
He kept kissing me, but then suddenly he pulled away.
“You know what girl?” he said in a low voice. I simply shook my head as a response.
“I WON!” he shouted and started laughing like crazy. He rose to his feet and started jumping up and down with his hands in the air.
“Who’s the man? I’m the man! Who’s bad? I’m bad!” he sung to himself.
I was still on the floor, offended at first but when Michael grabbed his crotch and stated he was bad, I started laughing.
“That’s not fair! You cheated!” I exclaimed.
“No I didn’t…You just couldn’t handle me!” He reached his hands down towards me to help me up.
“Well, you’re a lot to handle Mister.” I said with a smile and looked up at him. He was looking a bit too happy with himself, and I had to wipe that grin of his face.
I noticed a chair behind him and then pushed him backwards. He sat down with a surprised look on his face and I moved quickly and straddled him.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Punishing you for cheating. Cheating is bad you know! I bet I can make you beg!”
“Oh really? Don’t you know by now that I don’t loose? Not even in bets!” I just looked at him with a crooked smile because he had obviously happily forgotten that he lost the first round. Then I leaned in for the kiss.
I wanted to devour him. I had wanted that all day. I pushed my body as close to him as possible. I could feel him against my groin and it made me hot and when I started grinding against him, he let out a light moan. I ran my hands down his rippled chest, but the shirt was in the way. I started unbuttoning it, still kissing and grinding him slowly. His hands were on the small of my back and he pulled the shirt from my pants, moved his hands inside and I trembled by the super light touch of his fingertips searching my skin.
I had reached the last button of his shirt and was pleased to discover that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I wanted to feel all of him!
I started on his collar bone, letting my hands explore. His skin was warm and smooth. I pulled away from the kiss and just stared into his eyes as my hands went lower. I reached his chest and nipples. They reacted to my touch as I gave one of them a squeeze. It startled him a bit, but he didn’t move.
I moved lower and could now feel his hard, but sublte, abs. I let my fingertips run down each ripple until they met his pants. I licked my lips and ran my index finger along the waistline of his slacks.
With my free hand I reached for Michael’s, grabbed it and moved it to my mouth. I started kissing each finger tip until I finally engulfed his middle finger. I kept looking straight into his eyes, and it was clear that he enjoyed what I was doing. My mouth continued to copy the act of oral pleasure, and I could feel him harden even more. I could feel the tickling between my thighs grow stronger, so I picked up the pace. Michael’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his other hand pushed my body close to his and made my chest touch his. He removed his finger from my mouth, reached for the back of my head, and pulled me in for a horny wet kiss. His hips now started moving upwards in slow motions. It was like we were having sex with our clothes on.
Our tongues twirled around each other and we were both getting really into it. Our breaths were shallow and quick. I pulled back and moved my hands to the buttons on my shirt. I looked at him and raised my brows in a questioning manner. He licked his lips and nodded. I slowly started unbuttoning my shirt and Michael used the wait to grab my ass and take a strong hold of it.
I was three buttons down and almost at my bra.
“You know what?” I said.
“What?” he asked in a husky voice.
“It’s getting late and I should really get on home. I had a great time.” I motioned to get up, but Michael pulled me down again.
“What do you mean you have to get home? Stay here!”
“Oh no Michael! I’m a lady and I never go all the way on the first date.” I said with an innocent smile on my face. I got up and started buttoning my shirt and enjoying the helpless look on Michael’s face. He never should have cheated!
“Girl don’t do this to me! You felt so good” he whined. “Please, please, please stay!”
“Why Michael, are you begging me?” He now realised what was going on and gave me a devilish smile.
“Aw man, you’re bad! I guess you’re the man, huh?”
“I sure am! I too can play dirty” I gave him a smile and a wink and left him sitting there on the chair as I walked to the door. The last thing I heard before shutting it behind me was Michael yelling:
“You’ve got another thing coming, so just you wait”….
****
Michael sat in the chair, unable to move as he had a hard on that threatened to blow up his new house. He was surprised at his own behaviour, to say the least, but he couldn’t deny that he was truly enjoying himself. Normally he was painfully shy around new people and that had been a huge obstacle in his life; especially when it came to girls. He was usually able to form a few syllables but then he had to leave to prevent making a fool of himself. At least that was how he felt. But now….
He had decided that he was sick of being who he was; shy and stunted in romantic/sexual development. So when he saw the girl on the tape and had felt the immediate attraction, he made a deal with himself; if she seemed to feel the same way, he was gonna cut the crap and just do it! Just go for it! He didn’t want to go for it with just anyone. It had to be someone that he liked and felt attracted to. And finally, here she was…
When he had leaned in and stolen a quick kiss that night in her doorway, he had lost all feeling in his legs and he felt pretty uneasy as he wabbled away afterwards. But she hadn’t pushed him away and that was a good thing, right?! He wanted to kiss her for real and had planned the perfect moment; on the top of the Ferris wheel. But that blew up in his face! In the end he got sick of waiting for the perfect moment and finally just did it. It was SO nice and she tasted SO good! He could kiss her all day and all night…
One thing that had always fascinated him was oral sex, so when she sucked his finger he was sure he was gonna die. Getting a blow job was on the top of his list of things he wanted to experience before he died, but he was also very curious about giving oral pleasure to a woman. Hopefully he would get to experience both soon… He sure was moving forward.
And here he was. He had for the first time in his life been dry-humped and he thought it was kinda fun. It had all started with him having the audacity of asking her out, although their first meeting had not exactly gone as planned. But she still seemed to like him. So he grew bolder and bolder and it wasn’t as hard as he had feared. Sure, he was still nervous as hell, mainly because the last time he had slept with a woman was when disco still ruled. His guilt after that had kept him from doing it again. But now he was free from the chains of JW and he was tired of feeling guilty… and horny! And it wasn’t like he was totally unprepared if they did end up having sex. He knew where everything went and where everything was. He always enjoyed reading and learning, and by now he probably knew as much about the female body as any OBGYN. He was still apprehensive of course, but he felt ready. He had felt ready for long time and he was surprised that he hadn’t turned into a giant penis by now.
His hard on had finally died down and he turned his attention to the big window in the living room where he heard the rain pounding against it. She couldn’t possibly have made it all the way down to the cottages…
****
Never had I shown as much will power as I did walking away from Michael. One part of me wanted to run back and finished what I’d started. But the other part was also nervous about being with him. I knew he liked me, but this was no ordinary man; this was Michael Jackson. I had read so many articles about him and women he was supposedly involved with and they were all gorgeous. I was just me! How could that be enough?
I sighed and picked up the pace as it was late and the air was nippy. Suddenly I felt a raindrop on my cheek. Then another and out of nowhere it started pouring down. I let out a surprised scream and started running towards the cottages, which was actually a little far away. In the sun, the walk to the main house wasn’t bad, but in the rain at night time, it was a totally different story and I was getting soaking wet. Leaving Michael suddenly felt like a pretty stupid idea!
Suddenly I heard something honking behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw a couple of headlights coming towards me. I moved to the side of the path way as Michael pulled up besides me in a roofed golf cart.
“Need a ride Miss Daisy?” he said and dipped his hat. By now I was wet from the outside and in and I was shaking pretty bad. His invite was heaven sent. I scooted in next to him and he gave me a blanket he had brought along. I rapped it around me and we drove of.
****
“You just wait here and I’ll get you a towel…You should get out of the wet clothes before you get sick” he said as he left me standing in my bedroom while he went in search of towels. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed my nipples perking through the fabric of my shirt. I quickly crossed my arms to hide my chest.
“Why aren’t you out of your clothes yet? You can’t get sick now…You start work in two days!” he came back and handed me the towel.
I started drying my hair and face, afraid to tell him why I was still dressed.
“I’m shy.” The towel muffled the sound.
“Pardon?” he asked.
I took the towel down and held it by my chin and looked up at him.
“I’m shy.”
“Why?” he asked and frowned like it was the stupidest reason ever.
“Well…Because I’m no Tatiana Thumbtzen!” I remembered seeing her in one of his videos and I immediately hated her for that ridiculously thin body and way too bouncy hair!
His answer surprised me. “Thank god you’re not!”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh….nothing. What are you so worried about? And why are you bringing up HER?”
“I dunno…I just saw her in that video…. She’s pretty and prolly perfect in every way.” I said and made a face.
“You’re kidding right? You haven’t been around her. She’s NOT perfect. She’s quite annoying actually.”
“Ok then… but look at you. You ARE prefect!” I argued.
He shook his head and laughed. “Believe me, I’m far from it! But see…You view me as perfect, and I don’t. I view you as perfect, and you don’t. Now, I’m gonna turn of the lights and you’re gonna get out of those clothes, ‘kay?”
The lights went of and the room was bathed in moonlight and the only sound was from the rain banging against the glass doors. Michael motioned to leave but I reached out for his hand.
“No…Please stay! I want you to see me.”
He didn’t say anything, but just gave me a smile that made me realise that I could trust him.
****
“Oh shit!” He thought to himself. She was going to get naked right in front if him. What should he do? He couldn’t just stand there looking like a dog in heat with a tent in his pants. What wouldn’t she think of him?! No, he had to keep his cool and try and keep his thoughts clean. He swallowed hard as she reached for the buttons of her blouse… If he could just keep himself from looking at them he would be ok…
***
I tried unbuttoning my shirt, but my hands were cold and shaking. He noticed my problem and slowly removed my hands and took over. He must have noticed my nipples, ‘cause he took a deep breath before he continued. But then he looked up at me and started working the buttons…Very slowly. I felt hypnotized by his stare and almost lost myself in his smouldering eyes. My breath became quicker and anticipating; both from nervousness, but also from excitement. As much as I wanted to hide my body, I also longed for his approval.
He reached the last button and yanked the shirt out of my pants and then slipped it from my arms. He giggled at the sight of my bra.
“What? You’ve never seen a bra before?” I asked, but he didn’t answer.
****
“Oh my God, it’s her bra!” Michael thought to himself
****
He continued down to my pants and slowly unzipped them. His movements were very sensual and I ate it up. He pulled them down and I stepped out of them and was glad I was wearing my good underwear. I supported myself on his shoulder as he slipped of my heels. He let his hands run up the sides of my legs, my hips, the sides of my stomach and stopped on either side if my breasts until he stood up in his full length again.
“Uhm…You underwear is a bit wet too. Should I…”
“Yes!” I said and cut him of, sounding a bit too desperate. “I mean…Please do.”
He just smiled at me and walked over and placed himself behind me and started working on my bra. He was kissing my shoulders and the base of my neck as he was doing so and I could feel goose bumps all over my body; this time not from the cold.
****
“Dammit! How does this thing work?” He thought to himself. He didn’t want her to think he was some chump who didn’t know what he was doing, so he tried to remain calm while frantically working on this weird locking mechanism. Hopefully she would think the delay was because he was so blinded by her beauty…
****
It took him a while, but eventually he got it open and I helped take it of the rest of the way. My nipples were still hard and cold and I longed for him to warm me up.
He kept kissing my upper back, but then he went south, following my spine. His fingertips brushed lightly against my sides and made me shiver.
When he reached my panties it startled me.
“Are you ok?”
“I’m nodding.” Was all I could get out.
His fingers followed the edge of my black laced underwear and slowly began pulling down. When my behind was bare, he gave one of my cheeks a kiss, which made me giggle, as the sentence: “Michael Jackson is kissing my ass!” popped into my head.
****
She had such a lovely looking booty, Michael thought. It was nice and full, and looked firm. He really wanted to grab it but was afraid she would get offended. He closed his eyes and fought his urges, only to find his lips suddenly making contact with her right cheek. His eyes flew open as he froze, waiting for a reaction. When all she did was giggle he let out a sigh and smiled to himself.
****
After stepping out of my panties, I was now completely naked and felt very exposed. Michael had moved back in front of me and pulled me in for a hug and found my lips. His kiss was tender and warm. I removed his hat from his head and tossed it aside, leaving room for me to run my hands trough his hair. It was so soft.
Michael reluctantly pulled his lips from mine.
“Girl, you’re still cold and you’re still shivering.” He took me by the hand and led me to the bed and pulled back the covers. “Here, lie down.”
I did as he asked, because I longed for the warmth to surround me. He pulled them back over my body.
“Can I stay here with you tonight?” I nodded and couldn’t help but to sigh in relief as I had hoped he would ask me that. He quickly removed his shoes, pants and shirt and stood in front of my bed in his boxers. He looked absolutely amazing! He crawled in next to me and I put my back against his front. He held me so tight and I could slowly feel the heat returning to my frozen limbs. He kissed my ear and whispered.
“You look just perfect to me. A certified P.Y.T.” We both giggled and he gave me a squeeze.
As my body was engulfed by the warmth flowing from his body, I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. I felt so relaxed and content and soon I drifted of with the feel of Michael’s arms around me and the sound of the pouring rain playing against the glass. A perfect lullaby…
****
Michael couldn’t believe his luck. He was in bed with a naked, beautiful woman that he liked and it had gone pretty smoothly! They hadn’t made love or anything, but he didn’t care. This was nice and intimate and he just revelled in the feeling of her body pressed against his. This was a huge step for him. Taking of his clothes in front of her was a big deal, but he figured if she could do it, so could he. So, he had done it… his heart was beating a mile a minute as he stripped but she hadn’t laughed or pointed so he figured he was good to go.
He closed his eyes and listened to her breathing as he looked forward to seeing where things were gonna go…
