Updated: It is our 1 Year Anniversary and 100,000 Hits – Read the Original Rough Draft of “Michael’s Train of Love”

On October 4, 2009 as I chatted with a devoted group of Michael Jackson fans I had an idea for a story. I sent it to a fellow poster who is a talented writer to put on paper. She told me I should write it on up as I had done most of it anyway.

I did, however, share the draft with the small group of friends who had been with me online when I came up with the story. Until this time those are the only ones who have ever read this version.

Two days later on October 6, 2009 the edited and final copy of “Michael’s Train of Love” was born. As I had sent this draft below  to my fellow poster and she put her editing and writing skills to work and it morphed into the version that you find posted as your first story on Hunter and Michael that resides here on DangerousPYT today.

I thought it might be fun to share and perhaps encourage any of you budding writers out there to show you that it takes practise and encouragement by your friends to get out there and make it happen, but you can do it.  I had never written before except years ago in high school for creative writing.  I know that the story below is not up to the standard that you are used to so please keep that in mind as you read it. It is just a happy remembrence, and a thank you to my friends who helped me so much. As I look back now, I see how far things have come and I want to thank you all again for sharing you thoughts and feelings, reading, and making DangerousPYT what it has become. From an email that was circulated around between girlfriends a year ago to this beautiful website with almost 100 thousand hits in one year…it really blows my mind.

…of course I, along with you all have to pause and remember why we are all here. Forever The King…Forever in our hearts…We love you more Michael!

I love my DH’s, the heffas, and everyone who has helped me maintain though EVERYTHING! Mwah.

Eri…you are owed a special “Gold Pants” award for helping set up the website girl. LOVE YOU

 Edited to add on 9/30/2010

Just in time for our anniversary we rolled over 100,000 hits. Woo Hoo THANKS EVERYONE

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Love Train

October 6, 2009

Michael locked the last of his bags and stood by as the bellhop loaded them onto the cart, as he looked around for a tip he finally ended up signing an autograph as he had no cash. Frank always took care of that kind of thing for him. Just then the phone rang beside the bed and the booming voice of Frank Dileo greeted Michael’s jangled nerves with the words he had longed to hear all morning. “Don’t worry Michael, the arrangements have been made, I found a train to Berlin, we can manage all of the musical crew. I also want to confirm to you that the stage crew has arrived safely and have already began working on the stage, sound and lighting. We will not have to postpone Berlin.” Michael drew a deep sigh of relief knowing he didn’t have to climb onto the 747 and subject not only himself, but his hardworking employees to the horrible summer thunderstorms that were threatening the area. Frank interrupted his thoughts, “Michael we will be departing Basel at 3:00 local time and the car will be picking you up at 2:00”. Michael checked his watch noting he had thirty minutes to spare and thanked Frank for all his help in securing the train to Berlin. As he hung up the phone, he cracked the curtains expecting to see hundreds of fans below. However, the wind had whipped up, and the rain was falling almost like a hurricane and for the first time in many years no fans waited for Michael Jackson.

Michael dreaded the trip but was thankful that he would be safe and warm on a luxurious train soon, he could rest and settle into one of his books he had been putting off reading. Maybe some Emerson, he had been missing reading poetry lately. Yes a nice quiet train ride was just what he needed.

The ride to the rail station was exciting as the driver had to dodge fallen tree limbs and driving rain, but eventually they all made their destination and being that they had been VIP’s of the railway they were allowed to board prior to the regular passengers. Normally the engine would only pull a passenger car and a sleeper car. But since “The Bad Tour” had leased the train the railway added:

A Private Car for Michael
A Party Car
A Crew Sleeper
and
A Passenger Car for the Crew

Finally the railway rebooked the original customers into a single passenger car and added an extra engine for power. The railway was looking forward to all the extra publicity they would get from moving Michael Jackson and his crew to his destination and hoped that it would be in all the tabloids soon.

Standing in the train station the regular passengers became impatient as the time to depart approached but they were not allowed to board. They saw a line of vehicles pull up to the platform and various people board the train. More time passed with nothing happening, but finally someone arrived in a limousine and was immediately surrounded by huge men and umbrellas he immediately boarded one of the train’s cars and disappeared. The crowd in the

station murmured with “who could it be” and “can we just board now”. The beautiful young blonde just reached for her guitar case and stepped into the rain.

Michael was wiping off with a towel when he spied her. He was mesmerized, so much so that he stopped and just held the towel to his face, his wet curls just hanging in his eyes. She was hypnotizing to see. Her honey blonde hair just turning damp in the rain, the wind whipping it around her body like tribal priests praying at a fire, she didn’t shun the weather, she embraced it like a Goddess. Her skin was tan and her lips were full, pink and wet, and just ready to be kissed he thought. She was wearing Levi 501’s and a plain t shirt with cut off sleeves, her hiking boots were worn, but to him she looked like she was on a red carpet. She gave the conductor her ticket and as she gathered her belongings she slowly gazed up at the window of the private car as if some unknown force beckoned her eyes to move that direction, at that moment Michael saw the greenest, most knowing eyes he ever gazed at. Like emeralds from the richest mines of Africa, her eyes told him stories of long ago legends, and futures not yet written. It was all over in an instant, as she stepped on to the train and was gone.

Hunter grabbed the seat nearest the adjoining car and stowed her backpack and kept her guitar case close to her. She was still stunned at what she had just seen in the window of the private car, Michael Jackson, THE Michael Jackson on her train. This would certainly warrant a post card home to Jessica. Good ole Jessica, She would probably be wishing she would have taken that year off of school now to join her. Hunter laughed at how Jessica was always trying to keep her parents happy, Jessie sure didn’t want to upset her trust fund now. Jessica only had six more months and she could lay her hands on “all that money”. Hunter never had any use for her parent’s money, she wanted to help people and improve the things around her. She was amazed at how much she had learned just the last half a year backpacking through Europe. Most people wanted the same thing, Peace, their family together, food on the table, a healthy world. It was really simple, yeah really simple. Not like the fights she had with her Father at all. All he wanted was for her to marry up and increase the earning potential of his client base. He threatened to disown her, and he was getting close to doing it. She didn’t know if she cared anymore…if that meant…meant he would never hit her again. Yes, it was good to be in Europe, far, far away.

Finally the train pulled away from the Basel station, Hunter looked around and was amazed at how packed the passenger car became with people. She asks the conductor why so many are crowded in to one car and he replied that they have a special VIP entourage and they have leased out all of the extra cars. He apologized but explains that they are following all safety guidelines and that he hopes she will have a comfortable journey in spite of the tight quarters. Hunter can’t believe that someone is able to just lease a whole train and push everyone else around like that. Already the babies are crying and it’s stuffy and hot. Well she will just have to make do since they have quite a ride to get to Berlin so she should just get over it.

Michael finished drying off and picked out a non-tour ensemble to wear for his long train ride. Sometimes he needs his downtime and he wanted to be comfortable and get a bite to eat and come back to the private car, read a good book and turn in early. So, he picked out a pair of jeans, and a black silk long sleeved shirt, those buckles and belts can get to be a bit much after a while.

When he joined the others in the Party Car it lived up to its promise of being a real party. Michael had made sure that everyone had their favorites, so there was plenty of shrimp, lobster, caviar, German sausage, hummus, and Kentucky Fried Chicken for Michael. Frank Dileo even surprised Michael with a huge framed double platinum album for “Bad” it had been certified just the day before and the record label had rushed it to Frank for Michael as a thank you for all his hard work and dedication in the studio and on the tour. Michael thanked the crew and with his usual thoughtfulness told them that he couldn’t do any of it without them and their abilities.

There was lots of clapping and cheering, but finally groups started to form and conversations were made. Michael even found himself speaking with Sheryl. Sheryl, she was so eager to please and was such a hard worker, and was ready to make it in the business. She was going on and on about Eric and about this song she had written with some friends about a bar and car wash and Santa Monica Blvd, ugh sometimes it was just too much. He excused himself to go get a drink and as he was waiting for the Maître D he faintly heard a guitar and singing. As he followed the sound he came to the doorway of the next car. He realized that it was the regular passenger car and stopped himself from opening it, but he pushed himself up against the wall to find out where the music was coming from. It was then that their eyes met again. Hunter was strumming her guitar and singing, her voice was mid-range. Almost like Sheryl actually, but what was she singing and why was she looking at him like THAT? He could almost make out the melody now…”You probably think this song is about you, You’re So Vain, I bet you think this song is about you, Don’t you? Don’t you?’ Her eyes were cold as ice. Instantly Michael turned on his heel and walked back to the party. Somewhere off in the distance he could hear Sheryl “Hey Michael where’s that drink”? Bewildered by what just occurred he pulled Frank aside and asked him to join him in the Crew passenger car to go over some business, he needed to focus, to just clear his head. Who was this girl, and why did he care. God those eyes, those lips singing those words, she was cruel and tempting all at the same time.

Michael hurriedly sat down at the back of the Crew Passenger Car by the window; Frank arrived in a few minutes with numerous files on the tour, money matters and personal appearances that Michael must make. Soon the car filled up with the rest of the crew as they discussed their own issues and talked about the new set list and a few changes in the show that Michael had spoken to them about earlier in the day at the hotel. The steady beat of the train and the constant rain on the windows as well as the good food and loads of drinks eventually start to tire everyone out. The crew begins to filter slowly out to their sleeper car and Frank finally finishes up with Michael and retires for the night.

As Michael gets ready to finally go back to his private car, he catches a glimpse of something through the crack in the seat; unbelievable… is he seeing things? He leans down and over to look down the aisle and there she is, sitting in HIS passenger car. At the same time Michael saw her so did Bill Bray. He is immediately up and moving to her but he catches Michaels eye, Michael gives him a look that says “leave her alone Bill and get lost”. Michael sinks back down in the seat to watch her.

Hunter is so relieved everyone is finally gone. She is so unbelievably hungry, she hasn’t seen an ATM in days and she has been out of cash since she volunteered at the orphanage. She glances around, “Coast is clear so far” she says to herself. She pushes open the door to the party car and sighs in relief that the huge buffet is still laid out. “Fit for a King” she giggles to herself. She helps herself to the Kentucky Fried Chicken, some bread and cheese, and a bottle of Tatttingers Champagne. Slowly she opens the door back to the Crew Passenger Compartment and sinks back into the front seat.

Michael is dumbfounded that someone could just waltz right into his private domain, sing him an insulting song, eat his food and still intrigue him so damn much. Who is this girl, where did she come from, and why do I care? He watched as she put the bottle of champagne to her mouth and he felt a quickening in his groin. “God that is one lucky bottle”, he thought. He watched as she licked her perfect lips and he imagined tasting the champagne that was left there. When she ate the food she acted like she was one of the starving children he saw in the hospitals, he felt pity…maybe. But she was no child, not with those full breasts and that perfect ass just waiting to be unbuttoned out of those jeans. He again felt his hardness and winced. “What am I doing here, I should let Bill get rid of her” “But the way her throat looks so vulnerable when she drinks from that bottle is too delicious to pass up”

He watched her till she was finished eating, the throbbing in his groin unabated, he yearned to touch her but was afraid. Afraid that yet again he would be rejected or pushed away, like Diana, god it was still so raw. Diana, when he thought of what she put him through he wanted to scream. She abused him, used him, and he loved her to this very day. But he hated her too. She had him on a string, all the while telling him, he was her lover, he was the one. Then when she used him up she was gone and married another man. She crushed him, how dare she…that bitch Diana.

Now he was furious, who was this girl? Another user, another Diana? How dare she come on his train, insult him to his face and take his things. He watched her take another drink of the champagne, her eyes were heavy now. She was getting a bit drunk, served her right!. She grabbed her backpack and brushed her hair, she closed her eyes, Michael caught his breath, “She is beautiful, I just want to feel it all over me”. “It looks like silk.” He is barely able to sit now due to the tightness of his bulge. She pulls out some lip gloss and applies it on her lips. He wonders, “Can they look any more perfect”.

Suddenly the train enters a tunnel and its pitch black, so black you can’t see your hand in front of your face. Michael makes his move. With his dancers body he skips ahead in the seats and hides again just as the train reaches the end of the tunnel and daylight… Hunter, who is frightened of the dark because of her Father and his abuse, looks around, she feels someone is there…but there is no one, nothing. It’s just her imagination. Another tunnel, oh god, this one is lasting forever; Hunter’s heart is beating so fast. Why didn’t she bring that stupid flashlight, she left it with the kids at the orphanage. Michael springs forward and is within five seats, but there is light up ahead, he must hide. Hunter stands up and looks back, her eyes look like huge green gems and her face is ashen. Michael almost feels bad, but all he can think about is that she is stealing from him and she will just turn out to be another user. As another tunnel engulfs them in darkness, Hunter is panicked now. She can’t breathe and she can’t escape, suddenly she catches the heady smell of cologne and feels a presence next to her with the strength of a coiled jaguar, suddenly she hears a voice snarling in her ear “how dare you take my things, and say such things about me, and then look so beautiful…and I don’t even know your name”. At that moment they come in to the light, out of the tunnel and Hunter found that she once again was looking into the eyes of Michael Jackson.

He kisses her passionately, crushing her against the bulkhead of the train’s compartment. Hunter feels like all of the breath she has ever inhaled is sucked out of her body, all at once. She feels herself melting into the hard shell of the train and the warm softness of the man pushing against her. Michael reaches for her hair and pulls her face up to his eager mouth, “Look at me” he growls, “Look at me” with even more force this time. Hunter still lost in the haze of champagne and the heady moments of being frightened then relieved then overwhelmed, begins to slowly gaze up in to Michael’s eyes and she focuses on two deep, dark fiery pools of lust and anger. Her mouth so eager moments before to continue to kiss him, starts to quiver. Michael suddenly sensing she is afraid shakes himself to snap out of it. “I, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you” Michael finally says after gazing in her eyes for what seems like hours. He finally feels her begin to relax against his grip; “I guess I got carried away” he spoke as he stroked her hair back into place. As he moved away she heard him mumble to himself, “You are just so beautiful…”

Hunter sat down on the edge of the seat, her head in her hands. She said to no one in particular, “What the hell just happened”? Michael, who was thinking the same thing, kneels down in front of her and begins to try and explain, “Listen, I don’t usually act like this, I know you don’t know me…but I ….oh god, I promise, I didn’t mean to scare you, I really didn’t”. Michael tried to take Hunter’s hand in his but she jerked it back and kept staring at the carpet. Michael then saw the one thing he knew he couldn’t take, a single tear drop fall from her beautiful green eyes. Hunter wasn’t even in the train compartment at that moment; she was lost in the past. All the memories of the drunken ranting of her Father were coming back to her. Times when he would take his poor business decisions out on her and her brother, the times when she would step forward to take the beating so that her little brother would be spared. Hunter was afraid when she saw that look in Michael’s eyes, because she had seen anger before.

Michael reached up to soothe her face and it snapped Hunter from her memories. “Don’t, do not touch me”! She said. Michaels long beautiful fingers jerked back and his eyes flashed with pain. He knew he was wrong, he knew she was different than most. Suddenly she grabbed her backpack and bolted for the aisle. She had to get away from him and go back with the regular people, surround herself with normality. He ran after her and yelled, “Please wait, let me talk to you”. She ran to the next compartment and saw a door to the left, Michael was right behind her and Hunter thought if she could just squeeze in the door and lock it she would be safe. She made the door and ran in to the one place she hoped would be safe…Michael Jackson’s private car.

Hunter realized her mistake right as Michael’s footsteps followed her into his private car. Dejected she turned to face him and set her backpack on the floor. Michael gave her a big smile and said, “Welcome home, can I get you anything?” Hunter rolled her eyes “I would just like to go back to the passenger compartment”. Michael walked up as close as he could get to her without touching and said “I would like to apologize to the beautiful lady, if she would accept it. I would also like for her to stay and talk with me, can we start over…please” Hunter lifted her eyes up to Michael, she saw something in his face, something in his eyes…the anger was gone

“Tell me about you” Michael asked as he sat down on the floor beside Hunter. “What do you wanna know?” she shot back at him. “I did say something about not knowing your name a minute ago” he laughed. Hunter smiled finally and Michael felt a sensation in the pit of his stomach, like it lit up his body the way it lit up her face. “My name is Hunter, Hunter Leigh Davis” Michael smiled, his biggest Michael Jackson smile, “Hunter Leigh Davis…Hunter Leigh Davis, gosh that’s beautiful” Hunter looked at him and started laughing hysterically. Michael could not figure out what on earth was so funny. “What are you laughing at girl”, he asked her. “You, I mean, you really do talk LIKE THAT”! Hunter laughed uncontrollably. Michael blushed and giggled, “Of course I talk LIKE THAT, that’s how I talk, silly”. They were both glad for the break in the tension and finally felt themselves relaxing. For the next hour they talked about music, dancing, how Hunter decided to backpack in Europe and his tour. She started to see how much she misjudged him in the passenger car, she realized now he wouldn’t have hurt her then. She even wished he would kiss her again, like that. She kept looking at his lips; she kept remembering how soft they were on her own. How intoxicating her whole body felt at that moment, and how deep inside she really didn’t want it to ever end. She could feel her sex becoming wet and she damned her body for betraying her, she knew she blew her chance. She knew her insecurities had once again taken over and this time it was the biggest mistake of all.

Michael was having such a hard time concentrating on all the small talk with Hunter. He felt like he was seventeen again with Tate. All fumbling around with conversation and trying not to be dumb or silly, finally he remembered that there was something he could do. Michael got up and fumbled around with his cassette tapes he always had with him. He popped in what he thought might just be perfect for the moment, or what might just blow up in his face. “Would you care to dance with me Miss Hunter Leigh Davis?” Hunter looked up into that fantastic smile, the one the world fell in love with, the one she could fall in love with. “Mr. Jackson, I don’t think I can keep up with you on the dance floor”. She said. “Don’t worry, just follow my lead”. Michael told her. He took her by the hand and switched on the tape. When he did so he pulled her close as the strains of Luther Vandross’s “Wait for Love” filled the air.

Knowing love the way I do
I and in its place was a longing that she recognized in her own reflection. “What could it hurt, it’s can say for certain that it’s true
There’s a chance for me and you
I surely feel like the time is near
The picture in my mind is very clear
I think love has brought us here

Michael hadn’t felt this close to a woman in such a long time, she felt so good in his arms. He reached down to lift her chin up, god she fit so perfect to his body. Her eyes met his, what was she thinking…

I remember not too long ago
I was just a lonely person with a lonely heart
And I was hopin’ there could one day be
Be a chance for me to…

Get the love that I’d been missin’
Sometimes love takes a long time
But, wait for love and you’re gonna get the
Chance to love – wait for love, wait for love

Ooh my

Hunter felt her soul becoming lost in Michaels gaze. His eyes were like deep pools of obsidian fire glowing only for her. She longed for him to kiss her again like he did before. Taking her breath away, keeping her here forever safe and secure.

When you take the chance on love you see
It’s not a waste of time if you truly believe
The impossible can be
So hold on tight if you think you’re right
‘Cause nothing hurts as bad as when you see
You gave up too easily

Now I remember spending all my time
On a dream that kept me wishing that you could be mine
And I was hopin’ there could one day be
Be a chance for me to…

Michael touched her cheek with his hand, her lips so close he had to taste them. He was terrified of feeling her rejection but powerless of the lust in his heart. He bent his head and lowered his mouth to taste her kiss. Softly this time….

Get the love that I’d been missin’
Sometimes love takes a long time
But, wait for love and you’re gonna get the
Chance to love – wait for love, wait for love
Ooh my

I never stopped believing…

Luther’s voice faded away with the clacking of the train’s wheels on the tracks both in perfect rhythm and time.

Hunter’s lips met Michael’s softly at first, her arms around his neck and her fingers became entwined in his hair. His tongue parted her lips gently and she gasped as it danced and played with her own. Over and over they tumbled together playful mocking the dance she hoped their bodies would soon play out together. As the thoughts of their possible coupling flashed through her mind a groan escaped her throat. Michael pulled her even closer to his body, he couldn’t deny his attraction any longer and she could feel his growing need for her pressing up against her body. Michael stroked her hair; it was as soft as he imagined when he watched her brushing it. He could only imagine her lying on top of him and her hair spread out like a golden blanket on his chest and stomach. He had to have her. “Oh god Hunter, you’re beautiful”. He whispered. Hunter felt her insides tighten when he spoke her name she wanted more, more than this. “Please Michael, please…I need you.” She told him. Michael drew away from her. Hunter was afraid that she had said or done the wrong thing again, she was terrified. “Michael, I”. “Shh, please it’s all right Hunter, just come with me now.” Michael led her to his bed and into his arms.

Michael kneeled above Hunter and kissed her lips, as he worked his way over to her neck he whispered “I will never hurt you Hunter, do you trust me now?” Hunter looked at him with her huge green eyes but didn’t answer, “Do you trust me now, Hunter…I need to know this before we go any further”? “Please, girl, tell me yes, I want you so bad. Look in my eyes and see the truth”. Michael pleaded with her using his words and his lips on her body. She realized that he meant it, he had worn her down, “Yes Michael, I trust you, I want you so much…right here, right now”. Michael started kissing her again, but the softness of earlier was gone; she had ignited a passion and it burned hot and raw. He claimed her lips now. Like a prize. His tongue searched for a treasure and she met him battle for battle. She smelled of wildflowers and sunshine and he was heady with its delights. His hands began to roam her athletic body and he pulled her T Shirt from her jeans. Her waist was small and hips shapely, her ass was firm and her back was smooth to his touch. He could wrap both of hands around her middle and his mind was racing with thoughts of what was to come soon. He broke away from her lips to begin searching his way across to her ear. “Hunter, you are turning me on so much, put your hands on me. God girl, you have me so hard’. Michael practically begged Hunter to feel his manhood. He took her shaky hand from his chest and placed it on his crotch, “See what you have done to me Hunter, you are so special” Michael groaned in her ear. His eyes were half closed in ecstasy at the feeling of her hand on him so intimately. Hunter sucked in her breath at the site of his face, so sexy and so full of lust. She placed her hand in the waistband of his jeans. Michael’s eyes rolled back and he bit his bottom lip. “Damn girl”, he growled, “you are killing me”. He moved his hand up and cupped her breast tweaking her nipple, it grew hard and proud under his touch. He pushed up Hunters shirt and licked her underneath her bra, slowly and teasingly back and forth. Finally he raised her up and removed her shirt and unhooked her bra, her full breasts filling his hands immediately. Michael licked and sucked each nipple, his lips taking time to savor the joy of each delight. He took Hunters hand from his body and they stroked her breasts together. Michael watched her touch herself and whispered, “Hunter, you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen”.

As Michael watched he kissed her stomach and worked his way down to her jeans, he loved opening the buttons on the Levi 501’s because every button was like a present. Pop, and kiss and a lick, pop, another kiss another lick, pop, mmmm kiss kiss, god she smells so good only two more buttons now, pop oh my god she must be so wet I can’t wait to taste her now kiss kiss, pop at last the final button Damn baby you are so fine. You smell so good I want you so much.

Michael starts to slide the jeans off of Hunters body and he smiles as he sees her watching him. “Michael, you have too many clothes on” she says. “What”? he asks “You, Michael Jackson, have too many clothes on”. Hunter states again. Michael pulls her jeans from her body and takes his shirt off. “There are you happy now”? He asks, as he pulls her underwear off of her body.

Hunter Leigh Davis is lying naked in front of Michael Jackson on a train in Germany; the only sound is the steady noise of the wheels and sound of their breathing. “I want you so much, Hunter” Michael says as he scans her naked form. “I want you too, Michael.” Hunter tells her voice heavy with lust. Michael leans over and kisses her stomach; she feels his hot breath, like steam on the window. She gasps, and closes her eyes. He steps off the bed and turns her around so that he can kneel in front of her. Her sex is open to him. She looks down at him like a regal cat at her prey…he licks his lips and goes in. He uses the tip of his tongue up her lips to barely part them, she shudders and he held her legs down with his arms. When he roams her sweetness with his lips and tongue holding down her body so she cant get away, she is bucking with her hips. Michael is moaning from somewhere deep inside his throat, Hunter is watching him and grabbing his head with her hands. “Oh Michael, oh right ,uh ,there”. He sinks a finger into her sex and moves it in time with his tongue, soon he adds another finger. Hunter is grinding, she is out of her mind. He glances up and sees her face, sees her eyes glazed over in ecstasy at what he is doing to her. He moans out too. “Oh yes, you’re going to make me come Michael…Michael, ahh, I am gonna come”. Hunter grabs him by the head and forces his face into her crotch. She grinds him over and over, he never stops licking, or sucking or fingering her till she falls back onto the bed beads of sweat covering her body. Her breathing is labored; Michael stands up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand…his turn.

“Take my pants off”! Michael says. Hunter is still in a daze, “What”? She asked. “Take my pants off”! He grabs her hand and pulls her up in the bed and she is face to crotch with Michaels incredibly large hard on.

“Michael Jackson, I think I am afraid all over again”. Hunter teased as she reaches for the zipper on Michael’s pants. She eases it down and unbuttons them finally sliding them off of his muscular legs. She was surprised that he didn’t wear underwear and amazed as she raises her head back up to meet his hardness so close to her mouth. “Oh Michael, I don’t know what to say, its..your…amazing” Hunter exclaimed as she gazes up at Michael briefly before closing her hand around his shaft. Michaels head fell back and his eyes closed as Hunter brought him to her waiting mouth. Skillfully she licked him underneath the head; light flicks that made him jump a little. Then she tilted her head to the side and stroked his length up and down, side to side and underneath. She used her hands to balance and stroke him, to play with him, all of him. She placed his twins in her mouth and gently sucked them too, knowing he was feeling all the pleasure he had given her and then some. Finally she gave him head, good deep head. The kind that a man dreams about at night, she drove down to his hilt and back up again using her tongue all the way up and down to satisfy all his urges. She would pause underneath his head and flick her tongue till she could feel him tense then she would stop and hold him with her lips. Michael had her by the hair, his image of her on top of him all but forgotten in the passion of the moment. He was so close to coming, he was about to explode. “Oh god Hunter, stop, stop” he said.

Hunter looked up as Michael pushed her back on the bed, “I have to be inside of you now, I need you now, girl”. His faced was glazed over with lust and passion as he sucked on her breast and then kissed her mouth. “Damn girl, look what you have done to me, I want you so much” Michael cried as he entered her. Hunter inhaled sharply as he entered her. He couldn’t help himself; he couldn’t wait and do it slowly. He knew he was big, but he had to be in her now he had to feel those velvet walls close around him. She shuddered under his body as they began to move together, slowly, he kissed her lips searching her mouth with his tongue. The sound of the train seemed to match their pace. Faster, sweat covering their bodies, he grabbed her hands and held on by her shoulders, then above her head. His curls brushing her forehead as she watched him above her as he concentrates on his dance of love, the train seemed to be speeding up, matching the drive and force of their rhythm. Faster now, both biting their lips, bodies slick with sweat, Hunter moans and squeezes Michaels hands, she wraps her legs around his waist pulling him in as close as two people can become. Michael hears the roar of the train in his ears; he throws his head back and leans into the beat. Pumping and pumping until finally they both release in a blaze of crescendos of moans and passionate cries. The train noise fades to a hum as their breathing returns to normal.

“Please don’t leave Hunter, I want to stay just like this forever. “ Michael states matter of fact as the moon peaks through the trees and into the private car. “I will stay here as long as you want me Michael”. Hunter says, as he gathers her in his arms and takes her back to the rhythm of the train.

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