Michael woke up early the next morning with a huge and painful boner. As he looked down and noticed the raised tent between his legs, he froze. If she woke up now he would die of embarrassment. He was used to waking up like this, but it was very different when he was alone. Then he could take care of it in private. What was he gonna do now? Jerk of in her bathroom? No way!
He pulled away the covers and carefully got out of bed and tip toed to the bathroom. He closed the door and looked in the mirror and then down at his massive predicament. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. How could he fix this? He could of course just make a run for it to his house, but he knew the gardeners began work early and he wouldn’t want them to see their boss with a stiffie running across the lawn and jumping the flower beds.
Cold water was any naked mans nightmare. Maybe that would help? He pulled down his boxers and sprinkled some cold water on his erection. Dammit, it didn’t help! It only made his balls shrink.
He looked around in her bathroom. It was actually quite nice. Maybe he could just stay in here forever? Or maybe he should wake her up and have his way with her? That would certainly take care of his problem. No, he wasn’t brave enough to make a move. He realized that thinking about sleeping with her had made him grow even harder.
“Oh, for heavens sake! You have so many people at your beg and call, but you can’t control your own penis?” he thought to himself.
Ok, there was only one way out of this but he had to be super quiet. And he also had to make sure not to spill anywhere. He opened the door to the bedroom again and noticed one of his sock on the floor. He managed to get it without waking her.
Great, so here he was! In her bathroom about to jerk off into his own sock. Could he be more pathetic?
He once again pulled his boxers down, looked at himself in the mirror and rolled his eyes as he covered his penis with the sock. He took a firm grip and began pumping himself.
“Aaaahhhh, this is nice” he thought as his head fell back. It took all of five minutes to get the deed done.
He cleaned himself of and went to collect his clothes. He scribbled a note for her and put it on her pillow. He didn’t want her to think that he had just left like some cheap date.
He took a few minutes to watch her as she slept. She looked so cute and one of her breasts was showing. He longed to reach out and touch her, but he wouldn’t dare waking her up to find him fondling her. Soon… He had to have her soon. His pants were beginning to feel tight again and he figured it was time to leave.
****
I woke up to the sunlight tickling my face and the grumbling of my stomach. I turned over and noticed the other side of my bed was empty, except for a note on the pillow:
“Good morning girl. I had an early meeting, so I slipped out before you woke up.
I had such a good time last night and sleeping next to you, so close to you, was like heaven and I yearn for more….
I’m coming by tonight and I’m bringing dessert!
Can’t wait to see you again…
Michael Jackson”
I had to smile at the fact that he had signed it that way and that the note consisted of a mixture of capital and small letters. It looked like the penmanship of a small child, but I just found it endearing and placed it in my underwear drawer.
I couldn’t wait to see him tonight and I felt a rush go through my body just thinking about it. The fact that he was who he was, didn’t really occur to me anymore. I was just glad to have met him and I was more than happy that he was also glad to have met me. At least that was what he made me feel and that was one of the main reasons why I was comfortable enough standing before him completely naked last night. It had been so intimate and I didn’t even mind that it hadn’t gone any further….
Well, almost!
God knows I longed for him; all of him! But the thought of him and me actually sleeping together, filled me with nerves. I knew I wanted to, but I was afraid to take initiative. When I straddled him on the chair, it had all been part of a game or at least it was from my point of view. And last night…Well, had he made a move, I doubt I would have been able to resist. But he didn’t and I couldn’t help but wonder why. I mean, I was naked! How much more access does a guy need? I sighed and tried not to think about it.
****
At around 10pm I heard a knock on the door. I got of the couch and straightened my red silk robe. I figured that easy access was the way to go. I could always blame my outfit on the late hour and that I didn’t think he was going to show, so I had slipped into something more comfortable.
I opened the door and was greeted by a big bouquet of lilies.
“Oh Michael…Those are my favourites!” I took the bouquet from his hand and took in the scent of the beautiful flowers.
Michael came through the door and gave me a big hug and a quick peck on the cheek.
“I’m glad you like them. Sorry I’m so late, but the meeting turned into a bunch of other things. I came as fast as I could. Oh, and I forgot dessert.”
“Well, better late than never.” I said and went to the kitchen to fetch something to put the flowers in.
****
“Oh wow” Michael thought. “She looks gorgeous! And she’s in a robe! I wonder what she has on underneath it?? No, Mike, don’t go there. That will only get you into trouble.”
He stared at her butt as she headed for the kitchen and he automatically followed like a dog in heat. He watched as she stood on her tippy toes, trying to reach a vase. The robe crawled up and revealed her nice, toned thighs. He swallowed as he closed in on her, standing so close he could smell her perfume. He felt intoxicated… and horny!
****
“Oh god, he looks so good!” I thought to myself as I searched for a vase. He was dressed in tight black jeans, a purple shirt and sneakers and his hair fell seductively around his perfect face.
I had trouble thinking straight and for some reason I couldn’t remember where I put the vase and after opening the third cupboard, I was about to just give up. Then I saw it on the top shelf, out of my reach.
“Let me help you with that.” I was startled by the sound of his voice so close to me. I hadn’t heard him approach.
I could see his arm emerge from the corner of my eye. He couldn’t quite reach, so he had to move closer, meaning moving even closer to me and I was now being pressed up against the kitchen counter. I had to take some deep breaths as the feeling of him against my ass was almost driving me over the edge and the warm feeling between my thighs from last night, was coming back. I desperately wanted to turn around and have my way with him, but I felt frozen in time. In my mind I begged for him to make the first move. My heart was racing….
****
“So close… so very close” Michael thought to himself. He should turn her around and do her right here and now. He had once seen a movie one night at Hayvenhurts where Kim Basinger and some guy had sex in the kitchen. He really enjoyed that. He was actually planning on watching Dumbo, but as he flipped through the channels he had stumbled across it. It turned out to be much better than some elephant with big ears…
He took a deep breath and tried keeping his focus on not breaking her vase…
****
He had reached the vase and handed it to me and when I took it, my hand covered his and just the feel of his skin on mine made me moan. That must have triggered something in him, because he moved my hair to the side and started kissing my neck and that sent a shooting pleasure down my spine. I placed the vase on the counter and reached my hands back to let my fingers run through his hair. His kisses reached my earlobe and I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned around to face him and without hesitating, I started devouring his soft lips. He kissed me back with the equal amount of longing.
****
“No turning back now, Mike. Damn, this feels good!”
****
My body was almost shaking, I wanted him that bad. I ripped his shirt open and yanked it from his arms and at the same time, he started opening my robe. We were both hungry for each other and we attacked our clothes like two sexual predators.
He broke of the kiss to take a look at my red silk underwear, matching my robe. His eyes were filled with lust as he liked his lips. He took me by the waist and lifted me onto the counter and I immediately wrapped my legs around him and pulled him against me. He was hard, rubbing against my sensitive area and I threw my head back in pleasure, arching my back, inviting him to play with my breasts. He accepted the invitation and desperately pulled down my bra and took my erect nipple into his mouth and cupped the other. He switched between flicking my nipple and sucking on it, making it sensitive. My other breast was feeling left out, but Michael knew to be fair.
****
Her breasts were so soft and he couldn’t get enough of them. He had to taste them! He was actually surprised of his own forwardness, but when she had responded like that to the mere touch of his hand, that would mean she would respond to him in others ways, right? He figured he was right and that’s when he started kissing her neck. Seeing her in her sexy underwear had been the end of all reason. All the blood went from his head to his groin, making him hard in record time, and he was taken over by lust guiding his way. He hoped that he wouldn’t have to cum in a sock this time…
****
I tightened my legs even more around him and that made him moan against my nipple. He started kissing up towards my mouth at the same time I was trying to remove his t-shirt so he pulled his head back and helped me take it of, revealing his slim, but very chizzled, upper body. Just the sight of his small nipples and hard stomach made me even wetter, if that was possible. He leaned in and kissed me again, but I pushed him away.
“Michael, I have to have you!” and I started a frantic attempt to get his pants open and finally succeeded. They fell to his ankles, but he was too occupied with taking my panties of, to take the time and step out of them.
My panties were gone and now there was only the fabric of his boxers in the way. I reached down and started to stroke him. My hand didn’t even reach half way around it and I was afraid he wouldn’t fit. He leaned his head against my shoulder and groaned into my neck.
“Oh my god, that feels so good baby! Oooohhh…Please take of my boxers!”
I did what he asked and my eyes grew wide with lust from what was revealed before me. His tip was glistening with pre-cum and I reached down and took a grip around him, using my thumb to tease the head of his penis. I had my other hand in his hair. His hands found my breasts again and started playing and his lips found mine.
My strokes became faster and his breath picked up. He suddenly took both my hands and held them above my head against the cupboard. His other hand placed my one leg on the counter which made me open and accessible. He then reached down and took a hold of his penis and guided it towards my wet entrance. He didn’t go inside me right away. Instead he chose to drive me crazy with rubbing his tip gently against my most sensitive spot. I started panting and was sure I was about to loose it.
“Michael….please!” I managed to get out between breaths.
****
He was so ready for her. He had never seen a woman’s sex this close up before and he felt fascinated. He could see her clitoris peeking out between her folds and he knew that was the most sensitive spot on a woman and it should be treated as such.
He wanted to bury himself inside of her right away, but he knew he was big and was unsure on how to proceed. He guessed he just had to compose himself and just slowly enter her.
****
He slowly started entering and I held my breath. He was big and my body was struggling to accommodate. When he was half way in, he pushed himself quickly the rest of the way and I couldn’t hold in a gasp of surprise.
“Oh shit, that feels good” he panted as he threw his head back. He slowly started gyrating his hips and my body was starting to relax and I could enjoy his movements.
At first he moved slowly, but none of us had the patience to make it last, so it wasn’t long before he picked up the pace and started pounding me hard. His hand was still holding my hands tight above my head and his mouth found its way to my neck and left a wet trail of kisses down my chest, until he once again reached my nipples. They were so sensitive by now, so the slightest touch from his tongue made my whole body tremble.
He took his free hand and placed it on the small of my back, forcing my body closer to the edge of the counter, giving him room to go even deeper. I was panting so hard that I started seeing spots and I could feel my walls tighten; I was close! Michael had a strained look on his face and I could see his jaw muscles flex. His thrusts became more violent and I could feel him nearing his peak and deep within me, the waves of an orgasm began surging through me. Michael began moaning very loud in a high pitched sound and I joined him. The crash of the final release hit us both and I could feel his juices fill me.
My legs were shaking from exhaustion as the orgasm died down, and he finally let go of my arms. He was still in me when he pulled me close and rested his head against my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him and we stood like that for a while, trying to gain our composure.
****
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...” was all that went through Michael’s head as he came down from that insane high he had just experienced. When he had entered her, a strong primal force had taken over him and he couldn’t believe how hard he had pounded her! He even swore! But she seemed to enjoy it and so he had kept going until he had found that release he so longed for. It hadn’t lasted all that long and he hoped he hadn’t disappointed her. But she had an orgasm and wasn’t that the whole point? No, he was sure he had done ok.
****
A while later we said goodnight. To my disappointment, he was going out of town early the next day and wasn’t going to be back until late the day after. He had some meetings to attend in New York and had to get up at 4am, so we decided to sleep apart, even though none of us really wanted to.
I was glad he wasn’t going to be there on my first day on the job because I was sure he would get a kick out of following me around and make fun of me while cleaning HIS house. Sleeping with the boss was going to be tough, but not as tough as having to do without him when he went of to do the second leg of his tour, and with the sex I had just experienced it was going to be a long eight months.
