| Meet-and-Greet |
| Damn, he was horny. He had been for days now, but just hadn�t had time to do anything about it. During the day, he was just too busy, being on tour as he was, to think about such trivial things as sex, and at night, when he finally got to bed, he was too tired to even jerk off, let alone go out even pick someone up. Thus, Michael had tried to forget about it. And for a couple of hours, in this mornings meeting, it had worked. But now here he was, in the middle of a meet-and-greet session with fifty lucky fans, half-hard in his slacks, and unable to think about anything but a naked image of the reason he was horny in the first place. �Well, it was lovely meeting you� He shook Fan #43�s hand. He couldn�t even remember her name. She smiled a teary smile before being escorted out the door by the security guard. Michael didn�t often do meet-and-greet�s, but when he did, and he liked the fans to feel as comfortable as possible, which was why he had security wait outside. They didn�t like that one bit, hence the alarm buzzer in his hand. Oh well, he really didn�t have time to contemplate his fish-bowl life, `cause here came the next one. She was quite pretty, short and curvy, with short hair, dyed midnight blue. He got up to greet her, and as he did so, the loose material of his pants brushed against cock, doing nothing to ease the situation. Damn He looked at her. She didn�t look nervous like the others, and she had a mischievous glint in her eye. She looked game. Where did that come from?! Michael was horrified at himself, but even as he was mentally scolding himself for even thinking such a thing about this sweet, beautiful, wonderful fan, he heard himself asking her, in a rather matter-of.fact voice: �Do you find me sexually attractive?� �Hell yeah!� Did I just say that?! Always finish what you stahart . . .! A small, sing-songy voice in the back of his head reminded him, and, before he could stop it, a follow-up question flew out of his mouth: �If I asked you, would you give me a hand job?� Okay, that�s it! I�m leaving! You�re on your own! He could almost here the door slam shut as his common decency left the building. She looked him up and down for a minute before replying, and when she did, a sly smile spread across her lips. �What do you think?� Now, had they been there, his manners would have dictated that he reply �I don�t know�, but, as they appeared to have followed suite with Common Decency, Michael replied, quite innocently: �In that case, would you mind?� He gestured to his crotch area. She looked surprised, to put it mildly, but after a moment, she seemed to regain her composure, and moved towards him. His breathing suddenly got heavier. He stared openly at her hips as she came closer, and when she was standing right over him, he looked up at her face. �I�ve never done this before, so you�re gonna have to tell me where you want me� �Well, if you could just lie back abit, yeah like that, that�s great, I�ll take care of the rest, okay?� He nodded, closing his eyes as he lay back against the pillows that adorned the wide couch. �Comfortable?� �Mmhm� �Good� For a moment, he felt nothing, and he knew she was looking at him. Then, all of a sudden, he felt her reach down to spread his thighs, and position herself between them. There was a little pause, and she seemed unsure of what to do next, but then he felt her hand begin to draw light circles on his inner thighs, slowly moving higher and higher, but not quite high enough. As she continued to rub him, she leaned forward until he could feel her hot breath in his ear, and flicked out her tongue, licking his lobe, before making her way down to the spot where his neck met his shoulders, where she sucked hard. Michael moaned a little, and rocked his hips in time with her rubbing. He was hard now, really hard, and even though his pants were loose, and he wasn�t wearing any underwear, he still felt restricted. He moaned again, and thrust his hips up, rubbing himself against her. She giggled, and sat up. He groaned in disappointment, and moved his hips, searching for that friction he desperately needed. She leaned over him again, but not so far this time, and started to lick up and down his chest through the thin silk shirt, making him whimper. She paused over his nipple, before gently biting down on it, at the same time as she lightly ran her hand over his crotch. Michael gasped at this sudden sensation, and started to pant as he rocked his hips hard, trying to get her to rub him harder. Suddenly, she sat up straight, and ceased all contact with his body. Michael opened is eyes and looked at her in surprise and despair. She looked down at him. His cock was clearly visible through the loose slacks, and he was panting, and moving his hips in what looked like almost involuntary gestures. He looked almost ready to cum. She reached down, and slowly opened his pants, freeing him. She stroked him just hard enough for him to feel it, and no more. He clutched the material beneath arched up the second he felt the contact, and groaned loudly when she removed her hand. �Please . . .� He breathed. �Please what? �Touch me� He gasped �Please touch me� �Oh God� He moaned loudly when she took hold of him with both hands, and began to stroke him hard and fast. It felt so good . . . so good, he didn�t ever want it to stop, but he had to, he had to rock his hips into her hands, had to. . . �Oh, oh God I�m, ooh, I�m gonna. . . � He wanted to, but he just couldn�t hold it back any more, he just couldn�t. . . He came hard and fast in her hands, making a noise that sounded most of all like a cross between a moan, groan and a scream as he did so. He lay still for a minute, just wanting to enjoy the blissful calm of his afterglow, before raising his head to look at her. �Thanks. I really needed that� �You�re more than welcome. How many fans can say they gave their idol an orgasm?� He propped himself up on his elbows, and looked at her with a serious expression on his face. �You�re not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?� �Of course not!� She thought for a moment. �Well, I�m probably going to post on the internet, but just as fan fiction, and besides, who would believe me if I said it really happened?� �Good point� She smiled at him. �Oh, can I have that?� She gestured to the cloth he had been wiping himself clean with. �As you did waste my entire session� �Oh God yes, I�m terribly sorry about that� He was genuinely upset. How could he have allowed that to happen?! Once again, his needs came before everyone else�s. Selfish, selfish. . . �Oh come on, I didn�t mean it!� When he didn�t look convinced, she added �Look, I realize that to you I�m just another face in the crowd, don�t protest, you know it�s true. You probably don�t even know my name� When he looked away, ashamed, she turned his face back and added �And that�s okay, I accept that, but look, why do you think there were so many millions of people who wanted to meet you here today? It wasn�t to learn the answers some banal questions. They could have found them on the internet. It was to share something intimate with you. That�s what every fan wants. And what I just shared with you is about as intimate as it gets. So, can I have it?� �Have what?� �That� She gestured to the cloth he was holding. He looked at her, with an expression that said he though she was a very weird person on his face. �Erm, sure, if you like� Suddenly, something occurred to him. �You�re not going to try to get pregnant by it, are you?� She laughed, and followed the recently arrived security guard out the door. �Mr Jackson? Fan #45, name Tina Jones� Michael felt a lot more relaxed this time, as he got up to greet the trembling teenager in front of him. 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