My Rendezvous With History by Tholstrup83
I suddenly felt someone puling me over the railing, rather harshly. I could feel my feet hitting the people around me, but at this point I could care less. The man started running along the stage, dragging me with him. I tried moving fast, but after standing up for so many hours, my legs felt like jelly.
Suddenly, I realised where I was going. I had been staring so hard at the man in gold that the entire world felt distant and like a blur. But now it hit me: I was on my way to him! My biggest dream was turning into reality at this very moment!
I almost tripped as the man pushed me up the stairs and when I looked up, a thousand lights blinded me. I felt overwhelmed but in an instant I gained my composure; there he was, with his hand reached out to me! I stumbled across the stage, felt the soft skin of his palm against mine and almost fainted with sheer excitement as I felt his warm embrace engulf me.
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I and my three good friends, Birgit, Suzanne and Pia, had bought tickets for the concert that Michael Jackson held in Copenhagen as a part of his HIStory Tour. It was a special day because of that, but even more special because it was his birthday.
We were super excited and decided to show up at Parken Stadium as early as possible to get the best seats in the house; the front row!
Suddenly, I realised where I was going. I had been staring so hard at the man in gold that the entire world felt distant and like a blur. But now it hit me: I was on my way to him! My biggest dream was turning into reality at this very moment!
I almost tripped as the man pushed me up the stairs and when I looked up, a thousand lights blinded me. I felt overwhelmed but in an instant I gained my composure; there he was, with his hand reached out to me! I stumbled across the stage, felt the soft skin of his palm against mine and almost fainted with sheer excitement as I felt his warm embrace engulf me.
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I and my three good friends, Birgit, Suzanne and Pia, had bought tickets for the concert that Michael Jackson held in Copenhagen as a part of his HIStory Tour. It was a special day because of that, but even more special because it was his birthday.
We were super excited and decided to show up at Parken Stadium as early as possible to get the best seats in the house; the front row!
We all joked about being the YANA girl and I said that if I ever got picked, I would slip him my number. My friends thought I was insane, because first of all, chances I would get picked were slim and second, he would never call me. I didn’t care though. If I got the chance, what harm would it do to slip him my number? I’ve heard of him calling fans before, so why not me? Imagine talking to Michael Jackson on the phone! He was such an amazing person and not only that, he was the sexiest man alive. We had seen pictures and footage from earlier parts of the tour and those gold pants indeed didn’t escape our notice. It made me all tingly inside just thinking about it.
As we stood there with all the other fans that showed up early, I couldn’t help but think how it would feel to get to be a YANA girl. I closed my eyes and saw him in front of me in those magnificent pants that left little to the imagination. To feel that bulge against my pelvis, his arms around my waiste and his breath tickling my ear… A shiver of pleasure rushed through me and I was brought back to reality. A few hours later, the concert started and all my plans of number-slipping went away. I was mesmerised….
As we stood there with all the other fans that showed up early, I couldn’t help but think how it would feel to get to be a YANA girl. I closed my eyes and saw him in front of me in those magnificent pants that left little to the imagination. To feel that bulge against my pelvis, his arms around my waiste and his breath tickling my ear… A shiver of pleasure rushed through me and I was brought back to reality. A few hours later, the concert started and all my plans of number-slipping went away. I was mesmerised….
I inhaled the sweet scent of vanilla that surrounded him and tasted the salt as I kissed his strong neck and soft cheeks. His embrace was so tight and loving and I felt safe, at home and… horny! I turned my head slightly and looked at him. His eyes were closed and he was holding the wireless microphone close to his mouth, singing his heart out. I pulled away from him a bit more, I wanted the full view. But he put his hand behind the back of my neck and pulled me right back in. I couldn’t say that was a problem for me, though.
He started rocking me to the tender beat of the song. He sang into my ear and I let my hands run up and down his sweaty back. I slipped my leg in between his and that’s when I felt it! I felt what I had been lusting for ever since I first laid eyes on the wonders beneath his waist. I gently rubbed my pelvis against him, hoping for a reaction, and to my delight, I got it. I could feel him harden and his embrace became tighter. He turned his back towards the audience, concealing his inappropriate excitement.
Suddenly he pulled away from me, took my hand and got down on one knee. His face said it all; it was flushed, but not from the strain of performing, and he had an embarrassed smile on his face. He stayed down for a long time, recovering, but then he finally came back up and looked at me. It was the first time I had seen his eyes up close and I felt like I was drowning in them. He was still smiling, but he wasn’t embarrassed anymore. He pulled me in for yet another tight embrace and this time his leg ended up between mine. Friction was created and now it was my turn to get a little too excited and I was glad I wasn’t a man and that nothing was “standing tall”. Was he doing that on purpose to pay me back? I hoped so…
He started rocking me to the tender beat of the song. He sang into my ear and I let my hands run up and down his sweaty back. I slipped my leg in between his and that’s when I felt it! I felt what I had been lusting for ever since I first laid eyes on the wonders beneath his waist. I gently rubbed my pelvis against him, hoping for a reaction, and to my delight, I got it. I could feel him harden and his embrace became tighter. He turned his back towards the audience, concealing his inappropriate excitement.
Suddenly he pulled away from me, took my hand and got down on one knee. His face said it all; it was flushed, but not from the strain of performing, and he had an embarrassed smile on his face. He stayed down for a long time, recovering, but then he finally came back up and looked at me. It was the first time I had seen his eyes up close and I felt like I was drowning in them. He was still smiling, but he wasn’t embarrassed anymore. He pulled me in for yet another tight embrace and this time his leg ended up between mine. Friction was created and now it was my turn to get a little too excited and I was glad I wasn’t a man and that nothing was “standing tall”. Was he doing that on purpose to pay me back? I hoped so…
Too soon I felt a tap on my shoulder, and it was time for me to leave the stage. I had decided that I wasn’t going to be one of those girls they had to haul of stage like frantic loons, so I slowly backed away from Michael, planning to follow the stiff looking suit, with no drama. I smiled at Michael once again and he extended his hand to me in that theatrical manner he always did when the girl slips away from him. As I turned around I remembered the note I had in my pants pocket and I quickly ran back, avoiding the bodyguards grip, and got a hold of his hand, still reaching for me. I placed the note in the palm of his hand and closed his fingers around it. I felt someone pulling at me so I let go of Michael and gave him one last smile.
As I walked of the stage I looked back at the man in gold and wondered if he would call me…
When I got backstage I was high on all sorts of emotions. I was feeling happy, of course, hot, thrilled and over the moon. I realised what I had just experienced and let out a scream of pure joy, making people turn their heads and roll their eyes. But what did I care? I had been on stage with the Michael Jackson. I had given him a hug, a kiss….and a hard on! This was the best day of my life. Nothing would be able to top it. Or so I thought….
“What was it like? How did he smell?,” “Did he say anything to you?” “Were his pants as magnificent up close as in the pictures?” The questions hit me like a tornado, and I was the centre of everyone’s attention when we gathered at a bar after the show. I answered all the questions, but kept certain things to myself. “So did you slip him your number? Was that what you were doing right before you left the stage?” I almost told the truth, but for some reason I didn’t want to say anything. If he did call, I would tell them. But if he didn’t, I would hate it if everyone was like “I told you so!” so I kept that info to myself. “No… I just wanted to touch him one last time.”
As the night flew by I kept eyeing my cell phone, but no one called. I had set it on vibrate and almost jumped, spilling my drink, when I felt movement in my pocket. To my disappointment it was my mother calling to ask about the show. Like most mothers, she just wouldn’t shut up even though I tried ending the conversation in a polite manner. I was afraid to miss Michael’s call and she just went on and on, so I finally had to tell her my phone battery was running, and then I hung up. I did feel bad because she only wanted to make sure I had a good time, but the only thing filling my mind at that time was Michael’s huge bulge. My small alcohol intake didn’t help and I started feeling hot all over, thinking back to what happened a few hours ago. I was starting to regret not having grabbed his magnificent ass or at least trying to kiss him on the lips. I was never going to be given that opportunity again and expecting him to call me seemed almost ridiculous now.
But just when I started scolding myself for not being more aggressive on stage and not seizing the moment 100%, I felt a buzz between my legs. It was a nice feeling and I didn’t want it to stop and a lazy smile crept across my face. “Hey, what’s with the weird facial expression?” Pia asked. I leaned in and whispered. “I was thinking of Michael and now I have a tingling feeling between my legs. It feels so real!” I giggled. She looked over at me. “It’s your phone, sweetie!”
Apparently I had placed my phone in my lap and forgotten about it. My heart jumped, and I quickly picked it up. The screen said ‘unknown caller ID’ and my heart began beating fast. I cleared my throat and swallowed before I pressed the receiver button.
“Hallo?” There was a silence, so I repeated my hello. Finally someone spoke. The voice was low, but it sounded familiar. “Uhm hi… It’s..” the person cleared his throat and continued. “It’s Michael….Jackson.” I was glad my friends were occupied with something else because I looked like I had just seen a ghost. I had no idea what to say. It’s not like I expected the guy to call me. Hoping? Yes! Expecting? No! I had not even thought about what to say in case the impossible became possible.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” I shook my head to get myself back on track. “Yes, I’m here. Sorry… I was just, well, surprised.” “Am I disturbing you? I know it’s late.” I looked at my watch and it said 1am. “No no, it’s fine. I’m just out with some friends. So…like… What are you doing?” I tried sounding normal, but for some reason I didn’t think I hid my excitement very well. “I’m just sitting here. Couldn’t sleep. Too much adrenaline, you know, too much excitement.” I was lingering at the sound of his voice playing in my ear and almost forgot to answer. “Oh….yeah. I can imagine. So like…. Uhm.”
‘So like…uhm’ was that the best I could do? What I really wanted to ask him was ‘will you marry me?’ but I figured that was moving a little too fast.
“So the reason I called was to uhm ask you if you, you know, possibly wanted to….” Deafening silence followed and I automatically held my breath. “You know, if you wanted to, I don’t know, come over? But of course you’re with your friends, so…” “They’re not important!” I quickly answered. “I mean, they are, but… I would love to come over. Where’s ‘over’?” “Well, it’s a bit far. I’m in L.A” Had I not had anything to drink and had I not been totally dumbfounded by his call, I could have figured out that there was no way he could have made it back to L.A since the concert ended. “Oh, well I don’t really have the money to go to L.A right now,” I said, sounding really disappointed. “Hee hee, I’m just kidding. I’m at hotel…uhm…Dangle Terrie?” He tried pronouncing the name correctly and failed miserably. “You mean Hotel D’Angleterre?” I said and laughed and I could hear he did the same. “Yes exactly. So, how about it?” “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” “Good. I’ll let my people know. Bye.” Before I could say anything, he had hung up the phone.
I quickly stood up from the table and as a result my chair fell over, bringing my friends attention towards me. “Hey, where are you going?” Suzanne wanted to know. “What do you mean? I’m not going!” “You’re putting on your jacket!” she continued.I looked from one friend to another, trying to think of a good excuse. “Oh, right… Yeah, I’m just reeeally drunk, you know.” I made a drunken expression on my face, but I’m pretty sure I just came of looking like Sylvester Stallone on a bad day. “You had two drinks. Since when does that make you drunk?” Birgit grilled me.Damn! “I just got my period!” Ha, they couldn’t argue with that one. “So which one is it? Drunk or period?” I couldn’t think of a better response so I just said: “Yes!” My friends looked confused now. I sighed, “Ok, the truth is I’m going to see Michael Jackson. He just called me.” They stared at me in disbelief but then they all burst out laughing. “Ha ha ha, yeah right sweetie! You better get your drunken ass home to bed.” “Michael Jackson calling you?… That’s a good one!” And with that, I quickly ran outside to hail a cab.
My entire body was shaking from anticipation when I knocked on the door to his hotel suite. A thought briefly entered my mind about running away, but as soon as he opened the door, that was not even an option. He wasn’t wearing any make up and he looked absolutely beautiful. He should definitely fire his make up artist! His black curls were tucked away behind his ears, but he wasn’t wearing it in the usual ponytail. He was wearing casual black pants and a black long sleeved t-shirt and no shoes. In fact, he had bare feet, and the cutest, long toes I had ever seen.
“I was actually wearing my pajamas when I called you, but I figured I should change so you wouldn’t think I was up to something,” he said smiling as he stood aside to let me in. “But I wanted you to be ‘up’ to something!” I thought to myself, but to him I just said: “Oh.”
As I walked of the stage I looked back at the man in gold and wondered if he would call me…
When I got backstage I was high on all sorts of emotions. I was feeling happy, of course, hot, thrilled and over the moon. I realised what I had just experienced and let out a scream of pure joy, making people turn their heads and roll their eyes. But what did I care? I had been on stage with the Michael Jackson. I had given him a hug, a kiss….and a hard on! This was the best day of my life. Nothing would be able to top it. Or so I thought….
“What was it like? How did he smell?,” “Did he say anything to you?” “Were his pants as magnificent up close as in the pictures?” The questions hit me like a tornado, and I was the centre of everyone’s attention when we gathered at a bar after the show. I answered all the questions, but kept certain things to myself. “So did you slip him your number? Was that what you were doing right before you left the stage?” I almost told the truth, but for some reason I didn’t want to say anything. If he did call, I would tell them. But if he didn’t, I would hate it if everyone was like “I told you so!” so I kept that info to myself. “No… I just wanted to touch him one last time.”
As the night flew by I kept eyeing my cell phone, but no one called. I had set it on vibrate and almost jumped, spilling my drink, when I felt movement in my pocket. To my disappointment it was my mother calling to ask about the show. Like most mothers, she just wouldn’t shut up even though I tried ending the conversation in a polite manner. I was afraid to miss Michael’s call and she just went on and on, so I finally had to tell her my phone battery was running, and then I hung up. I did feel bad because she only wanted to make sure I had a good time, but the only thing filling my mind at that time was Michael’s huge bulge. My small alcohol intake didn’t help and I started feeling hot all over, thinking back to what happened a few hours ago. I was starting to regret not having grabbed his magnificent ass or at least trying to kiss him on the lips. I was never going to be given that opportunity again and expecting him to call me seemed almost ridiculous now.
But just when I started scolding myself for not being more aggressive on stage and not seizing the moment 100%, I felt a buzz between my legs. It was a nice feeling and I didn’t want it to stop and a lazy smile crept across my face. “Hey, what’s with the weird facial expression?” Pia asked. I leaned in and whispered. “I was thinking of Michael and now I have a tingling feeling between my legs. It feels so real!” I giggled. She looked over at me. “It’s your phone, sweetie!”
Apparently I had placed my phone in my lap and forgotten about it. My heart jumped, and I quickly picked it up. The screen said ‘unknown caller ID’ and my heart began beating fast. I cleared my throat and swallowed before I pressed the receiver button.
“Hallo?” There was a silence, so I repeated my hello. Finally someone spoke. The voice was low, but it sounded familiar. “Uhm hi… It’s..” the person cleared his throat and continued. “It’s Michael….Jackson.” I was glad my friends were occupied with something else because I looked like I had just seen a ghost. I had no idea what to say. It’s not like I expected the guy to call me. Hoping? Yes! Expecting? No! I had not even thought about what to say in case the impossible became possible.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” I shook my head to get myself back on track. “Yes, I’m here. Sorry… I was just, well, surprised.” “Am I disturbing you? I know it’s late.” I looked at my watch and it said 1am. “No no, it’s fine. I’m just out with some friends. So…like… What are you doing?” I tried sounding normal, but for some reason I didn’t think I hid my excitement very well. “I’m just sitting here. Couldn’t sleep. Too much adrenaline, you know, too much excitement.” I was lingering at the sound of his voice playing in my ear and almost forgot to answer. “Oh….yeah. I can imagine. So like…. Uhm.”
‘So like…uhm’ was that the best I could do? What I really wanted to ask him was ‘will you marry me?’ but I figured that was moving a little too fast.
“So the reason I called was to uhm ask you if you, you know, possibly wanted to….” Deafening silence followed and I automatically held my breath. “You know, if you wanted to, I don’t know, come over? But of course you’re with your friends, so…” “They’re not important!” I quickly answered. “I mean, they are, but… I would love to come over. Where’s ‘over’?” “Well, it’s a bit far. I’m in L.A” Had I not had anything to drink and had I not been totally dumbfounded by his call, I could have figured out that there was no way he could have made it back to L.A since the concert ended. “Oh, well I don’t really have the money to go to L.A right now,” I said, sounding really disappointed. “Hee hee, I’m just kidding. I’m at hotel…uhm…Dangle Terrie?” He tried pronouncing the name correctly and failed miserably. “You mean Hotel D’Angleterre?” I said and laughed and I could hear he did the same. “Yes exactly. So, how about it?” “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” “Good. I’ll let my people know. Bye.” Before I could say anything, he had hung up the phone.
I quickly stood up from the table and as a result my chair fell over, bringing my friends attention towards me. “Hey, where are you going?” Suzanne wanted to know. “What do you mean? I’m not going!” “You’re putting on your jacket!” she continued.I looked from one friend to another, trying to think of a good excuse. “Oh, right… Yeah, I’m just reeeally drunk, you know.” I made a drunken expression on my face, but I’m pretty sure I just came of looking like Sylvester Stallone on a bad day. “You had two drinks. Since when does that make you drunk?” Birgit grilled me.Damn! “I just got my period!” Ha, they couldn’t argue with that one. “So which one is it? Drunk or period?” I couldn’t think of a better response so I just said: “Yes!” My friends looked confused now. I sighed, “Ok, the truth is I’m going to see Michael Jackson. He just called me.” They stared at me in disbelief but then they all burst out laughing. “Ha ha ha, yeah right sweetie! You better get your drunken ass home to bed.” “Michael Jackson calling you?… That’s a good one!” And with that, I quickly ran outside to hail a cab.
My entire body was shaking from anticipation when I knocked on the door to his hotel suite. A thought briefly entered my mind about running away, but as soon as he opened the door, that was not even an option. He wasn’t wearing any make up and he looked absolutely beautiful. He should definitely fire his make up artist! His black curls were tucked away behind his ears, but he wasn’t wearing it in the usual ponytail. He was wearing casual black pants and a black long sleeved t-shirt and no shoes. In fact, he had bare feet, and the cutest, long toes I had ever seen.
“I was actually wearing my pajamas when I called you, but I figured I should change so you wouldn’t think I was up to something,” he said smiling as he stood aside to let me in. “But I wanted you to be ‘up’ to something!” I thought to myself, but to him I just said: “Oh.”
”Please, come, sit.” I followed him over to the big couch and sat down. “So! Why did you give me your number?” He stared at me with searching eyes and I felt extremely awkward. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Shit! Shit! Shit! He giggled at my loss for words. “Sorry, didn’t mean to put you on the spot. It’s ok… I’m glad you gave it to me. Can I get you anything?” My mouth was still open and beginning to dry out. “Water” I said in a raspy voice. I swallowed and repeated: “Water would be nice, thank you.” He went over to the mini bar, fetched a small bottle and threw it to me and of course, I didn’t catch it. I was beginning to wonder if I would able to do anything right this evening. I gulped down half the bottle just to keep myself occupied and to keep myself from saying something stupid. Michael looked at me with sweet eyes.
“Are you nervous?” I put the cap back on the Evian and smiled. “How’d you know?” He had placed himself besides me again and he took my hand. “Please, don’t be. I won’t bite… Unless you ask me to, of course.” His face turned red and he looked away. The colour of my face was totally off the colour scale, so I was glad when he changed the subject.
“So, how did you like the show?” He returned his attention to me. “It was the most fun I’ve had in years. I’m surprised I have any voice left. I was singing my ass off. Oh, and happy birthday by the way.” “Thanks. I was so thrilled by the surprise I got. It warmed my heart. I get less thrilled when I think about the fact that I’m one year older. I don’t like getting old.” He leaned back and rested his head against the cushions and looked a bit sad. “If it’s any consolation, I think you are the sexiest man alive and you look even better in person.” My own words startled me, but I felt sorry for him and wanted to cheer him up. He turned his head and I was glad to see him smiling again. “You’re sweet.” My heart melted and when he continued, it evaporated. “You seem so shy now, but girl, you weren’t shy on stage! You almost made me forget the lyrics.” He said with a grin on his face. “Oh I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me! I mean, you were there and you looked so good and I…I…” He turned his head forward again and sheepishly said. “Don’t be sorry. I liked it.” I realized his hand was still holding on to mine. I pulled it from his grip and he looked over at me with questioning eyes. “Can I please use the bathroom?” “Oh sure, it’s the third door on the right.” He looked hurt, but I really needed to get away for a moment and think about what was going on. And I did need to use the bathroom since I had a half a bottle of Evian in me.
I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was here in this fancy hotel room with Michael Jackson! What was going to happen? I know what I wanted, but did I really want it though? I stood still for a moment, thinking about the pros and…well…pros. A smile crept across my face. Oh yes, I really wanted it to happen. The images of him in the gold pants, gyrating his hips and thrusting them forward made me sigh. This was my chance to make something happen and I decided to just let it, if that’s what he wanted. And I kind of sensed that he did. He hadn’t said so, but that last comment hinted it.
I stood up straight and eyed myself, nodded at my reflection for approval.
When I exited the bathroom I almost bumped in to Michael. He was standing in the dark hallway and was almost unnoticeable in his black clothes. He slowly came towards me and made me back up against the wall, making me feel slightly nervous.
“Are you afraid of me?” I didn’t know what to say. I was feeling a mixture of fear and excitement. I wanted him to back up, but then again, I wanted him to come closer. “You seemed to run away, but it was you who approached me, remember?” I still didn’t know what to say. “See, I was thinking that you wanted me to call you. Am I right? You wanted me. I could feel that on stage. Or were you just playing?” He was speaking in a low searching voice, not threatening but it still gave me chills. “I don’t want you to be nervous and I don’t want you to feel used. This is not something I normally do. I need to be careful, you know, because of who I am. But I’m also a man and I liked what I saw and what I felt being close to you. Do you understand?” I still wasn’t able to form a word, let alone a sentence, so I just nodded. Michael moved closer and I could feel his spicy cinnamon breath on my face. “So, do you want me?”
“Yes.”
His face was now inches away from mine and all my nervous feelings were bit by bit being replaced by wanting and raging lust. Michael said he wasn’t using me, but even if he was, I would let him. I was in his command now. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I could hardly breathe when I felt Michael’s lips barely touching mine. A whimper escaped me and his lips came closer. I could feel his breathing picking up as well. Why was he torturing me like this? I had said yes! What more did he want? And just when I was about to pull him to me, he greedily pressed his lips against mine. I almost collapsed with relief and opened my mouth to welcome his tongue. His kisses were hungry and sensual, not to mention the best I’d ever had.
He moved away from my mouth and started kissing down my neck and up to my ear. He still hadn’t touched me, but I didn’t even notice. Feelings of pure pleasure shot down my spine when his tongue started tickling my ear and sucking on my earlobe. He panted into my ear and whispered: “There’s no turning back now. In a few seconds I won’t be able to stop. So, are you sure?” “Yes Michael, I’m sure. But…. Are you? Aren’t you married?” “Girl, please don’t remind me and don’t mention it again. I’ll lose my hard on….Shit, I have to have you, now.”
“Are you nervous?” I put the cap back on the Evian and smiled. “How’d you know?” He had placed himself besides me again and he took my hand. “Please, don’t be. I won’t bite… Unless you ask me to, of course.” His face turned red and he looked away. The colour of my face was totally off the colour scale, so I was glad when he changed the subject.
“So, how did you like the show?” He returned his attention to me. “It was the most fun I’ve had in years. I’m surprised I have any voice left. I was singing my ass off. Oh, and happy birthday by the way.” “Thanks. I was so thrilled by the surprise I got. It warmed my heart. I get less thrilled when I think about the fact that I’m one year older. I don’t like getting old.” He leaned back and rested his head against the cushions and looked a bit sad. “If it’s any consolation, I think you are the sexiest man alive and you look even better in person.” My own words startled me, but I felt sorry for him and wanted to cheer him up. He turned his head and I was glad to see him smiling again. “You’re sweet.” My heart melted and when he continued, it evaporated. “You seem so shy now, but girl, you weren’t shy on stage! You almost made me forget the lyrics.” He said with a grin on his face. “Oh I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me! I mean, you were there and you looked so good and I…I…” He turned his head forward again and sheepishly said. “Don’t be sorry. I liked it.” I realized his hand was still holding on to mine. I pulled it from his grip and he looked over at me with questioning eyes. “Can I please use the bathroom?” “Oh sure, it’s the third door on the right.” He looked hurt, but I really needed to get away for a moment and think about what was going on. And I did need to use the bathroom since I had a half a bottle of Evian in me.
I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was here in this fancy hotel room with Michael Jackson! What was going to happen? I know what I wanted, but did I really want it though? I stood still for a moment, thinking about the pros and…well…pros. A smile crept across my face. Oh yes, I really wanted it to happen. The images of him in the gold pants, gyrating his hips and thrusting them forward made me sigh. This was my chance to make something happen and I decided to just let it, if that’s what he wanted. And I kind of sensed that he did. He hadn’t said so, but that last comment hinted it.
I stood up straight and eyed myself, nodded at my reflection for approval.
When I exited the bathroom I almost bumped in to Michael. He was standing in the dark hallway and was almost unnoticeable in his black clothes. He slowly came towards me and made me back up against the wall, making me feel slightly nervous.
“Are you afraid of me?” I didn’t know what to say. I was feeling a mixture of fear and excitement. I wanted him to back up, but then again, I wanted him to come closer. “You seemed to run away, but it was you who approached me, remember?” I still didn’t know what to say. “See, I was thinking that you wanted me to call you. Am I right? You wanted me. I could feel that on stage. Or were you just playing?” He was speaking in a low searching voice, not threatening but it still gave me chills. “I don’t want you to be nervous and I don’t want you to feel used. This is not something I normally do. I need to be careful, you know, because of who I am. But I’m also a man and I liked what I saw and what I felt being close to you. Do you understand?” I still wasn’t able to form a word, let alone a sentence, so I just nodded. Michael moved closer and I could feel his spicy cinnamon breath on my face. “So, do you want me?”
“Yes.”
His face was now inches away from mine and all my nervous feelings were bit by bit being replaced by wanting and raging lust. Michael said he wasn’t using me, but even if he was, I would let him. I was in his command now. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I could hardly breathe when I felt Michael’s lips barely touching mine. A whimper escaped me and his lips came closer. I could feel his breathing picking up as well. Why was he torturing me like this? I had said yes! What more did he want? And just when I was about to pull him to me, he greedily pressed his lips against mine. I almost collapsed with relief and opened my mouth to welcome his tongue. His kisses were hungry and sensual, not to mention the best I’d ever had.
He moved away from my mouth and started kissing down my neck and up to my ear. He still hadn’t touched me, but I didn’t even notice. Feelings of pure pleasure shot down my spine when his tongue started tickling my ear and sucking on my earlobe. He panted into my ear and whispered: “There’s no turning back now. In a few seconds I won’t be able to stop. So, are you sure?” “Yes Michael, I’m sure. But…. Are you? Aren’t you married?” “Girl, please don’t remind me and don’t mention it again. I’ll lose my hard on….Shit, I have to have you, now.”
I felt his big hands on my waist, slowly creeping up under my shirt. His fingers were cold against my burning skin and that made me shiver. He once again pressed his lips against mine and we were stuck like that, only interrupted when he pulled my shirt off. He reached behind my back and with one hand he was able to unhook my bra. The kissing stopped and his attention was turned to my breasts. With feathery touches he traced the sides of them, giving me goose bumps and leaving my nipples erect. He lowered his head and put them in his mouth, teasing them with his tongue. I reached up and took a hold of his hair. I let my head fall back against the wall, giving him all the access he wanted.
With one hand behind my back, he pressed my upper body towards his face and the other hand slowly traveled south. When he began stroking me through my jeans I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. I felt myself getting wet and even through the thick fabric I could feel the pleasure of what to come.
I realized that I was missing out. I hadn’t even touched Michael yet. What was I thinking? He was still occupied with giving pleasure to my breasts, so I grabbed his chin and pulled him up to a forceful kiss, giving me room to get to work on his shirt. I only got two buttons undone when I lost my patience and ripped it open and pulled it off him. My hands traced his arms, feeling his muscles flex under his skin. I felt his strong shoulders, his strong neck and I moved closer, placing wet kisses in the hollow at the base. I continued down, circling his nipples before closing my mouth over them. He let out a sigh when my hand reached his crotch. He was rock hard. When I tried closing my hand around his erection, I gasped.
“What’s wrong?” He asked breathlessly. “It’s just… You’re so big. I don’t know if I ca…” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry… I’ll make it fit.” And with that, he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His penis was urgently pressing against my soaking crotch as he carried me to the bedroom.
He gently placed me on the bed and pinned my hands down above my head. His mouth made his way from my mouth down my chest, leaving a wet trail. He stopped at each breast, gently biting my nipples before he continued down towards my belly button. He circled it and, at the same time, unbuttoning my pants.
He released my hands to pull my pants and my shoes off. His fingers gently traced the outsides of my legs up to the knees where he paused. Suddenly he yanked me towards the edge of the bed and began to slowly open my legs. I felt vulnerable, exposed, and excited all at the same time. With every single move Michael made, my desire grew. I wanted him to give me release, to feel him, but I also wanted this to last. He was amazing and we had hardly even begun.
Michael kneaded my thighs, carefully avoiding the center of my lust. I was going crazy and had to hold on to the bedspread to prevent myself from touching the place where I felt neglected. He didn’t seem to care about my impatience and started placing butterfly kisses where his hands were working earlier.
He was so close now. I could feel his hot breath against my even hotter center. He spread my legs even more, kissing me as close to my area as he could without coming too close. This was becoming unbearable!
“Touch yourself…. Touch your breasts and I’ll give you what you want. I want to see…” At this point I would have done whatever he asked me, so I let go of the bedspread and started caressing myself the way he wanted me to. And then came my reward. I could feel his tongue at the edge of my panties and his finger slowly pushing them aside. Once again he paused and I held my breath. Not again! I felt like screaming. I wanted to feel him, and I wanted to feel him now! I couldn’t control a whimper and that only made Michael giggle. At least one of us had fun…
Then suddenly, a burst of pleasure shot out from my clit when the tip of his tongue made contact. He circled it ever so lightly and in slow motion. I felt like screaming! His index finger started caressing my dripping wet entrance with the same lightness; then two fingers, and in a swift motion, he entered my hotness and the pressure on my clit increased when his lips closed around it, still with his tongue circling, but this time quicker. My entire body jerked and Michael had to hold me down with his free hand.
With one hand behind my back, he pressed my upper body towards his face and the other hand slowly traveled south. When he began stroking me through my jeans I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. I felt myself getting wet and even through the thick fabric I could feel the pleasure of what to come.
I realized that I was missing out. I hadn’t even touched Michael yet. What was I thinking? He was still occupied with giving pleasure to my breasts, so I grabbed his chin and pulled him up to a forceful kiss, giving me room to get to work on his shirt. I only got two buttons undone when I lost my patience and ripped it open and pulled it off him. My hands traced his arms, feeling his muscles flex under his skin. I felt his strong shoulders, his strong neck and I moved closer, placing wet kisses in the hollow at the base. I continued down, circling his nipples before closing my mouth over them. He let out a sigh when my hand reached his crotch. He was rock hard. When I tried closing my hand around his erection, I gasped.
“What’s wrong?” He asked breathlessly. “It’s just… You’re so big. I don’t know if I ca…” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry… I’ll make it fit.” And with that, he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His penis was urgently pressing against my soaking crotch as he carried me to the bedroom.
He gently placed me on the bed and pinned my hands down above my head. His mouth made his way from my mouth down my chest, leaving a wet trail. He stopped at each breast, gently biting my nipples before he continued down towards my belly button. He circled it and, at the same time, unbuttoning my pants.
He released my hands to pull my pants and my shoes off. His fingers gently traced the outsides of my legs up to the knees where he paused. Suddenly he yanked me towards the edge of the bed and began to slowly open my legs. I felt vulnerable, exposed, and excited all at the same time. With every single move Michael made, my desire grew. I wanted him to give me release, to feel him, but I also wanted this to last. He was amazing and we had hardly even begun.
Michael kneaded my thighs, carefully avoiding the center of my lust. I was going crazy and had to hold on to the bedspread to prevent myself from touching the place where I felt neglected. He didn’t seem to care about my impatience and started placing butterfly kisses where his hands were working earlier.
He was so close now. I could feel his hot breath against my even hotter center. He spread my legs even more, kissing me as close to my area as he could without coming too close. This was becoming unbearable!
“Touch yourself…. Touch your breasts and I’ll give you what you want. I want to see…” At this point I would have done whatever he asked me, so I let go of the bedspread and started caressing myself the way he wanted me to. And then came my reward. I could feel his tongue at the edge of my panties and his finger slowly pushing them aside. Once again he paused and I held my breath. Not again! I felt like screaming. I wanted to feel him, and I wanted to feel him now! I couldn’t control a whimper and that only made Michael giggle. At least one of us had fun…
Then suddenly, a burst of pleasure shot out from my clit when the tip of his tongue made contact. He circled it ever so lightly and in slow motion. I felt like screaming! His index finger started caressing my dripping wet entrance with the same lightness; then two fingers, and in a swift motion, he entered my hotness and the pressure on my clit increased when his lips closed around it, still with his tongue circling, but this time quicker. My entire body jerked and Michael had to hold me down with his free hand.
His long fingers twirled around inside of me, he was able to reach sources of ecstasy I didn’t even know I had. His mouth still covered my clit, but instead of his tongue playing with it, it was just applying pressure. He did a “come here” movement with his finger, hitting my g-spot. That sent me over the edge. Waves of orgasmic force started building from deep within. No one had ever been able to find that place in me and the result was beyond words. My entire body was trembling as the first wave hit and I had to bite my lip to keep me from screaming.
Michael removed his mouth and replaced it with his thumb. He pressed it against my peak and moved it rapidly from side to side without ever losing contact. His fingers were still working their magic inside of me and I could feel the second wave surging through me. The tremblings came back, but this time they were more violent. A feeling of hot molten lava made its way through my body, starting at my pleasure-core before erupting into an orgasm unlike any I had never experienced in my life. I was sure the moans I let out woke up the entire hotel, but I didn’t care. I was in orgasm heaven!
It took me a few minutes to regain my composure and when I opened my eyes again, I could see Michael in the dim moonlight standing by the edge of the bed looking down at me. I thought I sensed a smile on his face. I sat up and met his eyes while I reached out and started undoing his pants. I could feel his massive erection through the fabric, and that sent shivers through my body. The idea of him entering me still scared me a bit, but most of all, I was very much intrigued.
Michael removed his mouth and replaced it with his thumb. He pressed it against my peak and moved it rapidly from side to side without ever losing contact. His fingers were still working their magic inside of me and I could feel the second wave surging through me. The tremblings came back, but this time they were more violent. A feeling of hot molten lava made its way through my body, starting at my pleasure-core before erupting into an orgasm unlike any I had never experienced in my life. I was sure the moans I let out woke up the entire hotel, but I didn’t care. I was in orgasm heaven!
It took me a few minutes to regain my composure and when I opened my eyes again, I could see Michael in the dim moonlight standing by the edge of the bed looking down at me. I thought I sensed a smile on his face. I sat up and met his eyes while I reached out and started undoing his pants. I could feel his massive erection through the fabric, and that sent shivers through my body. The idea of him entering me still scared me a bit, but most of all, I was very much intrigued.
His pants fell to the floor and I was surprised at the lack of underwear. My eyes grew big at the sight of the beast before me. A hot feeling emerged from my core and spread to all my limbs as my hand tried closing around the shaft; it barely reached half way.
Michael sighed and threw his head back when I started stroking him. His length was silky smooth and I could tell he kept his area trimmed. I let go of him and reached back and took a hold of his tight ass and without the help of my hands, I engulfed him. The salty taste tickled my taste buds and I slowly started moving my head back and forth. I was afraid of going to fast because I could barely fit him into my mouth.
He took a hold of my hair and moaned in a high pitch sound that I knew so well from some of his songs. It encouraged me to pick up the pace, and his hold on me tightened. I chose to enhance his pleasure by using one of my, otherwise occupied, hands to massage his balls; they were as smooth as his shaft. He let out another moan, this time louder, but deeper and it tickled my clit. He was filling me, but I wanted another part of me to be full now. Michael’s moans became more frequent, but before he reached his peak, he pulled my head away.
“It’s not time yet… Lie back on the bed.” I did as I was told and he slowly crawled with me until I was flat on my back and he was hovering above me. His lips met mine in a lustful kiss and his hand removed my drenched panties. Once again, his long finger found its way inside. He positioned himself between my legs and suddenly I felt something big switching places with his finger.
“Are you ready for me?” He growled. “Yes!” I whispered, barely audibly.
Inch by inch he eased his way inside of my narrow corridor. I felt a pleasurable pain, but it quickly subsided and was replaced by pleasure only. “Ah, you’re so tight… Damn!” He was almost all the way in and I was surprised at my own depth. He kissed me once again and pulled back out, only to return. He continued doing this and with every thrust, he increased the speed. My body was getting used to the huge mass that kept intruding my insides and like his fingers, it found places I had never imagined. I had never been filled so completely and I felt the familiar tremblings returning.
Michael sat back on his knees and pulled me towards him. He kept pounding me; harder and harder. My eyes rolled back in my head as I panted his name. I was close. Every fiber in my being was on high alert; something huge was about to happen. I felt the spasms coming close and the warm tingling sensation galloped from my womb.
Suddenly Michael took a hold of my arm and yanked me up on his lap. This motion made his dick hit the deepest deep of me. We locked each other in a tight embrace as his last few plunges drew us both over the edge. I exploded in a violent orgasm and bit down on his shoulder to keep myself grounded. He emptied his juices inside of me in one final roar.
We sat in that position for a while, trying to calm ourselves. His head was resting against my neck and my hands were caressing his broad back. He lifted his head and cupped my cheeks and gave me a tender, deep kiss. “Are you glad I called?” He whispered. “Are you glad I picked up?” I responded. He giggled and placed a kiss on my nose. “Very glad!” “Then I’m glad too.”
I fell asleep in his arms.
The next morning I woke up rather sore, but happy and satisfied. I rolled over to find Michael’s side of the bed empty. I saw a note on his pillow:
“I kept your number…. ‘Till next time
xo Michael
P.S Thank you. You made me sleep like a baby”
Michael sighed and threw his head back when I started stroking him. His length was silky smooth and I could tell he kept his area trimmed. I let go of him and reached back and took a hold of his tight ass and without the help of my hands, I engulfed him. The salty taste tickled my taste buds and I slowly started moving my head back and forth. I was afraid of going to fast because I could barely fit him into my mouth.
He took a hold of my hair and moaned in a high pitch sound that I knew so well from some of his songs. It encouraged me to pick up the pace, and his hold on me tightened. I chose to enhance his pleasure by using one of my, otherwise occupied, hands to massage his balls; they were as smooth as his shaft. He let out another moan, this time louder, but deeper and it tickled my clit. He was filling me, but I wanted another part of me to be full now. Michael’s moans became more frequent, but before he reached his peak, he pulled my head away.
“It’s not time yet… Lie back on the bed.” I did as I was told and he slowly crawled with me until I was flat on my back and he was hovering above me. His lips met mine in a lustful kiss and his hand removed my drenched panties. Once again, his long finger found its way inside. He positioned himself between my legs and suddenly I felt something big switching places with his finger.
“Are you ready for me?” He growled. “Yes!” I whispered, barely audibly.
Inch by inch he eased his way inside of my narrow corridor. I felt a pleasurable pain, but it quickly subsided and was replaced by pleasure only. “Ah, you’re so tight… Damn!” He was almost all the way in and I was surprised at my own depth. He kissed me once again and pulled back out, only to return. He continued doing this and with every thrust, he increased the speed. My body was getting used to the huge mass that kept intruding my insides and like his fingers, it found places I had never imagined. I had never been filled so completely and I felt the familiar tremblings returning.
Michael sat back on his knees and pulled me towards him. He kept pounding me; harder and harder. My eyes rolled back in my head as I panted his name. I was close. Every fiber in my being was on high alert; something huge was about to happen. I felt the spasms coming close and the warm tingling sensation galloped from my womb.
Suddenly Michael took a hold of my arm and yanked me up on his lap. This motion made his dick hit the deepest deep of me. We locked each other in a tight embrace as his last few plunges drew us both over the edge. I exploded in a violent orgasm and bit down on his shoulder to keep myself grounded. He emptied his juices inside of me in one final roar.
We sat in that position for a while, trying to calm ourselves. His head was resting against my neck and my hands were caressing his broad back. He lifted his head and cupped my cheeks and gave me a tender, deep kiss. “Are you glad I called?” He whispered. “Are you glad I picked up?” I responded. He giggled and placed a kiss on my nose. “Very glad!” “Then I’m glad too.”
I fell asleep in his arms.
The next morning I woke up rather sore, but happy and satisfied. I rolled over to find Michael’s side of the bed empty. I saw a note on his pillow:
“I kept your number…. ‘Till next time
xo Michael
P.S Thank you. You made me sleep like a baby”
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