I woke up the next day as the first rays of the sun tickled my nose. I stretched and took in a deep cleansing breath through my nose and turned over, hoping to see Michael. But his side of the bed was empty. I sat up and wiped the sleep from my eyes and looked around the semi dark room. Noise was coming from downstairs, so I wrapped the sheet around me and went to take a look.
The further down I got, I could hear the noise turning into singing and I was led towards the bathroom and as I opened the door I was met with a cloud of steam. I tip toed inside and I could see the contours of Michael’s lean body through the foggy glass that made out the shower.
“It’s not unusual to be loved by anyone….It’s not unusuAL to have fun with anyoooone, ouw! Da da da da da hanging around with anyone….It’s not unusuaaaal to se me cryyyyy, I wanna die.”
I had to cover my mouth to prevent myself from laughing out loud. I took the sheet of and prepared to join him and flung open the door.
“You really don’t like Tom Jones do you?”
Michael jumped at the sudden noise and turned around and now I had to laugh. He was shampooing his hair and soap was streaming down his face and he was squeezing his eyes shut, trying to keep the soap out. His arms were stretched out in front him as he blindly searched for a towel to wipe his face. I rather enjoyed the comical image of a stark naked Michael Jackson’s miserable attempt to locate a towel.
“A little help here!” he whined. I took pity and grabbed the terry cloth that was hanging to my right. I stepped up to him and wiped his eyes.
“That’s the second time you tried to blind me. I can’t perform right if I can’t see the stage, you know?”
“Well, that was kinda my plan…To keep you here.” He smiled at me and gave me a sweet kiss.
“Good morning by the way. Hope I didn’t wake you.”
“No, don’t worry about that. Don’t mind waking up to a sight like this” I said and looked down his soapy body. White foam was slowly running down his hard torso, his crotch and muscular legs and I was immediately turned on.
“Do you mind if I get in there with you?”
“Be my guest” he said and stepped aside so I could get under the shower, and while the water ran over me, he grabbed the soap and handed it to me.
“Why don’t you help me?” I said seductively.
He gave me a smirk and poured some soap into his palm and started massaging my shoulders in circular motions. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting the water cascade over my face, and then looked back at Michael who was now heading for my chest. His eyes followed his every move and he watched as my nipples reacted to his touch. His hands roamed all over my slippery breasts and I could see he was starting to react as well. His wet penis was growing fast and I reached out and gently put my hand around his steel.
A sharp intake of breath escaped his lips as my grip tightened, and I slowly started pumping and massaging him. The hot water from the shower mixed with the fluids oozing from him.
His hands moved down my stomach and onto my back. They then slowly headed for my ass and he gave it a squeeze and giggled. As he stepped closer to me his dick almost came into contact with my sex, and I could feel him jutting against my hand. I knew he yearned as much as me.
He kneeled down in front of me, which made me loose contact with his crown jewels, and started working on my legs, one at a time, starting at my feet. The further up he moved, the quicker my breath became, and when he was almost at the top of my thigh, I awaited his touch with anticipation. But to my disappointment, he moved over to my other leg to give it the same treatment. I could see him smiling to himself, so I guess he knew very well what he was doing to me. When he once again stopped right before he reached my neglected opening, the yearning for him was growing from deep inside of me.
Michael stood up and reached above me to grab the showerhead.
“I’m just gonna rinse you of.”
He once again started at my shoulders and worked his way down to my legs. The water teased me and the next thing he said made a warm wave rush through me.
“Spread your legs.”
I did as I was told and my yearning body jerked when the water hit my waiting crotch. Michael found my mouth and parted my lips with his tongue and gave me deep lazy kisses all the while the water was banging against my clit. He turned the water pressure down, making the feel less violent. His other hand found my opening and he slipped a finger inside, then two. He moved them slowly in and out and I was becoming weak in the knees. I reached out and found his throbbing member again and started stroking him. He became breathless at my touch and I could feel him growing even more inside my grip.
My entire body was raging with lust and my clit was becoming more and more swollen from the stimulation of the water. Our kisses became more wanting and we had our tongues shoved deep down each others throats. Michael had started moving his hips into my strokes and I was feeling envious of my hand, which was now being fucked by his huge erection.
He was still moving his fingers painfully slow in and out of me and I couldn’t control a whimpering that escaped my lips. He seemed to react to that, because he took the showerhead at hung it back, removed his other hand from my burning loins, lifted me up and let me close my legs around his waist. His penis found my entrance with no problem at all and feeling him enter me was a huge relief that my body welcomed.
The water hit Michael directly in the face and he had a hard time breathing, so he moved to the glass door with me still straddling him and pushed my back against it. I reached my arms over my head and grabbed a hold of the top of the door, helping Michael to hold me up.
He looked at me with a serious, lustful expression and then started hammering his pelvis against mine and I feared the glass was going to break. My breasts were jumping at the powerful thrusts, luring him in and he took the bait. His mouth devoured my breast like a hungry beast, sucking my nipple to the roof of his mouth and then releasing it with a pop, tuning his attention to the other one. He kept it up while he continued to pound me hard.
“Mic-hael…har-der…fas-ter.” I managed to get out breathlessly in between his powerful beats and to my amazement he was able to give it to me even faster and harder.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt something stirring inside of me as my walls started to close in on him. He responded to the feel by throwing his head back and letting out a high pitched moan. The noises he made drove me crazy! The orgasmic waves started surging trough me and ended in my pulsating vagina, driving me over the edge. Michael gave all he had and picked up the pace before releasing himself, pouring his juices in to me.
He was breathing heavily, resting his head against my shoulder. I took my arms down and wrapped them around his neck and carefully released my legs from his waist. They were a bit shaky and I could feel his cum oozing down my thigh.
“Mmmm….That was sooo good Michael. You sure know how to please a woman” I whispered into his ear. “And you’re so big!”
That comment made him raise his head and look at me with a shy smile on his face. “I’m big huh? Oh… I never thought about that before…. I’m big huh?” He repeated with a proud look on his face.
“You sure are… Surely I’m not the first woman who’ve told you that, right?” I tried, but his facial expression changed and he looked hesitant.
“What…nooo…I’m mean…I’ve had tons of sex….with women. TONS!... Well, a lot!” He attempted to sound convincing and put an emphasis on the word “tons.” “Well, not THAT much sex, but you know, the normal amount for a guy my age… And yes, I’ve definitely heard that before…definitely!”
It was so obvious that he was lying or at least exaggerating a whole lot, but I decided not to dig any deeper right now. If he wanted to tell me the truth some day, I would listen and understand. If not, well, that really didn’t matter, because he was a great guy; virgin or no virgin!
“Ok then, Mr. Stud-who’s-had-tons-of-sex…Let’s finish up here, ‘cause I’m starting to prune.”
****
“A car is coming to pick me up in 5 minutes. You stay here until I’m gone and then you sneak out the same way you came in, ‘kay?”
“Ok” I said with a deep sigh.
I hated that he was going away. We were just getting to know each other, and now he had to leave! I hoped there would be a lot of work to be done while he was away so I could just bury myself in stuff to do. Besides, I had Janice if I got too lonely, but she couldn’t give me what Michael gave me, obviously…. We had gotten dressed after finishing our shower and I was now standing on the floor in the downstairs bedroom looking at him packing a few things, holding back the urge to tie him up and keep him from going anywhere.
I heard a car honking and I knew it was time. I tried not to look too sad, but it was hard. He came over and gave me a big tight hug. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it. And I’ll call as often as I can.”
“Promise?”
He pulled away and held me at arms length, looking deep into my eyes. “Scouts honour…Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Ok, then… Have fun out there and be careful.”
He pulled me back in for a quick kiss and then he turned around and left, but before he walked out of the room he turned around. “I’m gonna miss you very much. You have no idea how much fun I’m having with you. This has been a great week, and I can’t wait to get back.” And then he left.
I stood at the window, watching him get into the car, with a heavy heart. Right before he got in, he looked up at me and gave me a blink and a smile that was probably unnoticeable to anyone else. He still wasn’t able to control his eye movement and I had to laugh. I could still see him through the open window as the car drove away. I sighed, took my bag and headed home to get ready for work.
****
“You worried about the tour?” Michael’s head of security, Bill, asked as they drove out the gates of Neverland. Michael was moping and blankly staring out the window.
“No, it’s not that. I’m just tired of leaving this place so soon.” He sighed. “I have found that I love it here. It’s not as bad living alone as I thought.” He said almost to himself as a smile escaped his lips.
“Well Mike, you’ll be home soon enough.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Michael turned his attention back to the dusty roads of Los Olivos as the black SUV headed for the airport.
He really wanted to take her with him, but that wasn’t gonna happen. At least not right now. His schedule would be insane in the beginning and he probably wouldn’t have much time for social activities. But he already knew what to get her for her birthday and he hoped she would like it. In the meantime he would call her as often as he could and maybe they could even try that phone sex thing. He shifted in his seat at the thought of how hot that would be, hoping Bill didn’t notice his flushed cheeks.
