Renee's POV:
I walked him into the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt. "R-Renee...uh...I c-can do this part on my own." "But you won't." I took off his shirt and made sure not to stare, which he seemed to feel better about. I looked away as I unbuttoned his pants and took him out of them. "Could I do this part?" He asked. "Go ahead!" I turned around and he took off his boxers and threw them to the side.
"Are you done?" I asked, still turned around. "N-no.." I heard giggling and rustling, then I turned around and saw Michael in the bathtub already. "Michael!" He laughed his head off and it was the most adorablest thing I've ever seen before. "You're so sneaky!" "You told me to go ahead and I got in!" I threw some bubbles at him and he threw some at me. "Dammit!" He laughed harder and smiled.
"You're such a fun person!" I smiled. "Really? You are too." I got down on my knees (taking off the shirt he soiled with bubbles) and grabbed the towel he'd already covered in soap. I washed his chest gently, trying to make him feel as comfortable as possible. I didn't hear any responses, and I looked up.
His head was tilted back, his hair was clinging to his face, and his mouth was slightly open. What is going on with this man? I continued, and when I made it to his waistline, he gasped gently. I looked up again and his mouth was halfway open. "Mr. Jackson, are you..." I accidentally brushed my hand up against his beautiful cock (which I just realized was above the water), causing him to moan and cling his fingers into the bathtub. "Please..k-keep washing right there.."
I blushed deeply and closed my eyes, grabbing his full length with the towel and began rubbing roughly.
That must've sent him over the edge.
Next thing I knew, he pulled my face to his and kissed me deeply. I didn't know how to feel so I just sat there and let him continue. I almost lost it when he moaned, "Renee.." into my mouth. I swear I almost went crazy and just attacked this man. "Y-yes Mr. Jackson?" He moaned loudly and said quickly, "I told you not to call me that.." I nodded and sped my pace up, to see his reaction. And I was very...pleased.
"O-oh god yes! Yes! Ah that f-feels so good! H-harder!" I bit my lip and went ahead, speeding up and slowing down. "I-I-I'm c-close! Ah f-fan!" He said and I laughed. Fan. Really Michael, really? "Oh my...oh...F-ffff---FRENZY!! AH!" His body jerked up and his liquids got all over the shower wall and my hand. I giggled as he lay there, exhausted. "T-thank you.." He said, hardly audible. "You're very welcome, Mr. Jackson." "I'M NOT OLD!" "Oh my gosh!" We both started laughing, and I smiled at him. He was so perfect.
I helped him out of the bathtub and I wrapped a towel around his waist. We walked out.
"I take it you two had a great time." Katherine said.
