Fantasy (17 page)

job to make sure you get promoted to the twelfth grade—not to
have sex with you, Jameer.”

It had been a week since the last time I’d been able to so much as smell the scent of Daron’s cologne. I was feening for his touch, though I knew it is was forbidden. Each time we met I was left longing for more. The feeling of being the other woman was part excitement but part pain. The excitement coming from sneaking behind his woman’s back any chance I got but the pain resulting from the idea that I would never be much more than a jump-off. Countless times I thought about walking up to her and revealing our affair, but I knew that I would lose any chance of a future with him if I did. So, for now I was satisfied with boning; I would make him love me later.

I walked into my bathroom and drew a tub full of hot water with lilac-scented candles lit to relax. I was horny, and the hot water against my skin would give me the illusion of his warm body on top of me. I slid down into the water and grabbed my cordless phone off the floor. I hesitated before dialing his number but I needed a fix, and hearing his voice would have to suffice. It took a few rings before he answered. I almost burst hearing his deep tone through the receiver.

“Hey, baby, are you busy?” I quizzed as I rubbed my hand over my left leg.
“I’m just sitting here watching a movie with Lana. What’s up?” he asked, obviously attempting to throw me a hint. “I miss you.” I couldn’t resist letting out that tad bit of information.
“Really? So, did you need me to do something for you?” he asked, trying to cut the conversation short. I wasn’t about to get off of the phone that easily. “Actually I do,” I said lowering my voice to a seductive whisper. “I want to make love to your ear!”
“What’s that?” he was attempting to dodge my comment.
“I want you to listen while I imagine you here with me. Is that okay?”
“Who, Lana? She’s right here lying across my lap,” he said trying to rein form me of her presence.
“I know she’s there; you already told me that. All you have to do is listen.”
“Okay, go ahead and tell me what happened,” he responded, giving me my cue to move forward.
I continued using that seductive tone that caught him in the first place. This tone was enough to make any man as hard as a brick. I was aware of my talents long ago and had been able to snag many men in the past—even men that were attached.
“I wish you were here so I could feel you caressing me. You begin to remove your clothing to join me. I sit in the hot water watching as the steam rises from the tub. I’m getting excited as each part of your muscular body is revealed. Damn, I want you and I lick my lips anticipating tasting you. Once you are fully undressed you fondle your manhood as I continue to pant, waiting for your hardness to meet my lips. You take your time moving closer to me, forcing me to wait a little longer. I part my lips widely enough to make way for you, and you slowly push your thickness inside of my wet mouth. My tongue massaging your shaft forces you to let out a sigh. I begin to massage my clit with one hand as I use the other one to play with your balls. You taste so good as I feel your hands on the back of my head, easing me into a deep-throating routine. I stick two fingers inside of my tunnel as I crave you inside of me. Can you feel me, baby?” I asked as I caressed myself imagining the scene that I was describing.
“Yeah, I feel you. What happened next?” he spoke quickly.
“You retrieve your manhood from my oral cavity, and its missing your presence already. You stroke your length from end to end and pull me from the tub. I follow your lead and you kiss me long and sensually as I feel your member pressed against my body. Damn, I want you inside of me and I grab hold of it to let you know just how much. You bend me over with my hands using the tub to brace myself, and you slide in from behind. Your shaft has been missed, and I moan with satisfaction as you fill me up completely. The sound of you moving in and out of me intensifies the excitement. My tunnel quickly provides more lubrication as you increase your speed. I scream ‘I love this dick’ over and over again, the way you like it, and you tell me exactly how much you love this pussy as you push down on my back to create a deeper arch. Are you feeling me, baby?” I ask as I continue to move my fingers in and out of my wetness.
“Oh yeah! So then what?” he asked excitedly.
“You remove your length once more, long enough to pick me up and sit me on the edge of the sink. With much force you dig deep inside of me with my legs opened wide, allowing you the space to fit all ten inches inside. I wrap my arms around your neck and look into your eyes. I raise up to get close enough to lick your lips. I savor the taste as I beg for you to go faster. You oblige and I am satisfied with the tempo. I yell ‘fuck this pussy’ over and over again as you continue to keep up the pace. I don’t want you to stop and I pray that you can hold on a little while longer. I can feel myself nearing an orgasm as you go to a slow stroke with circles, hitting my G-spot. I moan for you to keep it right there as you continue the movement. I can feel you throbbing inside of me, letting me know that you are close to your peak. I want us to cum together, so I wrap my legs around you, giving you a direct hit of my spot. I feel it, baby, I’m cuming, I’m cuming, I yell as you explode inside of me. We stand there holding onto each other as I know that I am completely satisfied. Are you satisfied, baby?” I ask as I remove my cum-covered fingers from my burrow.
“Most definitely,” he spoke honestly.
“Who is that, baby? I thought that we were going to watch the movie together,” Lana spoke in the background.
“We are,” he responded.
“Well, go ahead and tend to wifey. I don’t want to get you in any trouble. I’ll talk to you later; I’m about to go hit the mall.”
“Cool. Thanks for letting me know what happened. I appreciate that.”
“No problem.” I said smiling before hanging up the phone. I had never had phone sex prior to tonight but afterwards I felt so satisfied I knew it wouldn’t be the last time. I washed myself off before letting the water out of the tub. I had made plans to go out to the club with my girls this weekend, and I need to pick the perfect outfit. Though it was only Monday, I had to go now or I would be at the store the day of, still looking. I threw on a pair of jogging shorts and fixed my hair. It was about 4:30 and I needed to be back home by at least seven to have dinner with my girls tonight. At the beginning of each week we usually pick a restaurant out of the hat and go there to eat. It had become a weekly ritual for us, since we were all usually tied up until the weekends. I went out to the parking garage to find my car. I seemed to always forget where I parked so, it always took me at least 10 minutes to find it. I lived in a condo that has a high-rise parking garage. I was glad that it was daylight because I hated searching for my car in the dark. I noticed someone standing next to my car, and I was instantly nervous. In the past I’d had a few ex’s, and I hoped that is wasn’t one of them waiting to get me back for running out on them. I got closer and I still couldn’t tell who it was from behind. I took a deep breath before I spoke, since I didn’t want to offend anyone by asking why the hell they were leaning on my car.
“Excuse me, can I help you with something?” I said in a nonconfrontational tone.
“You sure can.” Daron said smiling as he turned around.
“Oh my god, Daron, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here? I thought you were watching flicks with wifey,” I said, walking closer to hug him.
“You fucked me up earlier with that phone call. My dick was hard as hell; I was hoping that Lana didn’t notice. I couldn’t even watch the movie after that shit I had to come see you.”
“Oh really? So that’s all I have to do for you to come see me. Shit, I wish I would have known that before, because I’d be calling you every day with a new scene,” I said as we both began to laugh.
“But on some real shit, Kima, I missed you. I just couldn’t peel away from her.”
“I understand completely, baby. I definitely don’t want to break up a happy home!” I lied.
“Come here,” he said, licking his lips, motioning me to come closer.
I walked over to him and stood between his legs as he slouched down against the car. He stared at me before kissing me. I was in heaven as our tongues got reacquainted. I was getting extremely wet as he rubbed his hands across my back.
“I want you.” he spoke into my ear as he continued to feel me up.
“Let’s go upstairs, then.” I spoke.
“No, I want you right here, right now” he spoke as he slowly put his hands into my shorts.
“Its broad daylight, Daron; anyone can drive up and see us.”
“I thought you missed me?” he said rubbing his fingers against my clit through my panties.
“You know I missed you; I just . . . ” I could no longer speak. He continued to caress me down below, forcing me to lose my words. I moaned as he kissed my neck. I could hear cars driving through the parking lot, but soon I was deaf to the sounds around me. It was turning me on realizing what we were about to do. He turned me around and boosted me up onto the hood of the car. He nudged me a little, forcing me to lie down. He raised my legs up, placing them over his shoulders. He pulled my jogging shorts and panties to the side and slowly licked my clit. I hadn’t forgotten how good he could make me feel, but it had been a while since he touched me and it was worth the wait.
He continued to lick my clit and would occasionally pause to suck on it while slowly letting it slip from the grips of his lips. He stuck two fingers inside of me and made love to me with them. It didn’t take long for me to climax, and I could feel him taking in the juices as they were released. I almost lost my concentration as a car drove by and slowed down to enjoy a quick glance at our lust. Daron stood up and licked his lips while staring at me. He unzipped his pants to release his hardness, which was about to bust through his jeans. Once it was freed he rubbed the head of it on my wetness, causing more juices to flow.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged, because my body was yearning for him. He slowly inserted his pole but stopping just as my tunnel was wrapped around the tip. I moved my hips to massage it with my wet mound. He rammed it inside of me with force— the way I loved it. He placed his hands on my shoulders to aid him in digging deeper inside of my passageway. I called his name to reassure him that he was doing the job well, and I voiced this along with how extremely wet I was.
He gained more momentum. “I’m not ready to come yet!” he yelled before removing his full length.
He pulled me off the car and got on the hood, instructing me to straddle him. I took off my shoes before climbing on top and got in a squatting position on top of him. I rose up and down a few times, taking in only the tip before pushing it deep inside. He moaned as I worked in circles. I could hear the echo of my ass slapping against his legs as I picked up speed. Cars continued to drive by, and I kept riding him as if they were invisible. I was anxious to reach that climax, and I could care less who was watching. I continued bouncing up and down on his extremely stiff member. As I neared an orgasm, I pushed down and moved in circles close to his body. He grabbed hold of my ass and held on tight as we both exploded. I bent down to kiss him before reality set in.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I said as I climbed off him and fixed my clothing.
“I had a hell of a time. We need to do things like that more often,” he said, getting up off the hood to straighten out his clothing.
“You know I’m down; I want to see you as often as possible.”
“Well you know I try my best to see you as much as I can.”
“I know you do; I just miss you, that’s all.”
“At least now you have something to remember me by until the next time I am able to see you,” he said before grabbing hold of my waist to embrace me. I didn’t want him to release his grip. I was falling in love with him more each time we were together. I had purposely put dating on hold so that he would be the only man I was with. I knew that I was a fool for believing that one day he would be mine and we could live happily ever after since he was genuinely in love with his wife. I never set out to fall for him; hell, I never even set out to be with him. You know that saying, “It just happened!” well that’s the story with us.
I was all about the thugs. I could spot the niggas with paper from a mile away. I was known for taking them for everything they had and walking away. Shit, everything I had was bought for me from random ballers.
Love
was a word that wasn’t even in my vocabulary until I met him.
See, Daron was the owner of one of Philly’s most exclusive nightclubs.
Top of the Night
was the name of the decked out club he’d purchased, courtesy of his drug dealing days. I frequented the club often after I turned 21. I was excited about finally reaching the age where I could use my own ID to get in instead of borrowing someone else’s that resembled me. I knew Daron long before his wife and had had sex once or twice with him before they were together. She never knew about our past sexual endeavors, and I wanted to keep it that way.
Daron was fine as hell, and he knew that shit all too well. His body was sculpted perfectly; you could see the definition even when he was fully dressed. His hair was jet black with waves that appeared to be never ending. He had teeth that shined even in the dark, and his perfectly trimmed mustache accented his mocha-colored skin. He had one of the sexiest asses I had ever seen on a man, and let’s not mention what he was packing down below. All I could say was that the punch was powerful and was capable of knocking you out in round one!
I never knew what Daron saw in her. She was cute in the face but that was basically where her attractiveness stopped. She was tall and lanky. She had hair that was hard to manage, so she wore weave all of the time to cover up the disarray. Back in high school the guys ignored her, and it wasn’t until she graduated college and got a job at a big time law firm that men paid her any attention. The new job boosted her confidence and she walked around with a new swagger that somehow caught the men’s attention. I was definitely not impressed since I knew what lay underneath. I wasn’t going to bad-mouth her to Daron, so when their relationship was revealed I had no choice but to leave him alone. I wasn’t about to fight anyone over a man, especially a man that would only break my heart in the long run.
Lana was warned many times about Daron’s manners. She didn’t fit the mold of the women that he could show off as an accomplishment. Even after all of the lavish things he threw at her, she didn’t illustrate the excellence he wanted. I knew that, had she not pulled the pregnancy stunt, he would have dropped her as soon as he figured out that she wasn’t worthy of being his wife.