by Ami Snow
“Our lives should be a little bit nutty … If it wasn’t then it would just be one work day that follows another …. And we would die of boredom …”
Deep down, some part of her knew that he was spot on. But he didn’t seem to be afraid of anything, like ever. Surely, he had his own insecurities but he never let himself be vulnerable enough to show them to her. At least not yet, anyway.
The cab ride to the hotel was amusing as she started filling Cameron in on the obscure details about her family. She said,
So, you’ll probably be meeting mostly my closest family members this weekend. My father, William, is a minister. He has led his congregation for about twenty five years and he enjoys his work tremendously.
You can often find him in his study reading the Bible. He’s a loving caring man that just speaks up when he’s called on. You’ll like him, I think.
Oh, yeah, he had a big sweet tooth. He sneaks sweets when mm isn’t looking. She calls him out on it, when she sees it. She’s kind of mean about it too. God, doesn’t like fat, you know.
I’m pretty sure that the bible doesn’t say that, but then again she had a history of just making stuff up to suit her cause.
He rolled his eyes at the humor in all of it. They checked in at the hotel and went up to their room. After showering, they decided to rest for a bit. Dayshia Fayth laid on her stomach and went to work on her laptop. She worked in advertising and the marketing world never seemed to sleep.
Cameron kicked back on several pillows in his soft chenille robe and flipped through the channels trying to find a game to watch. When he had the time to relax, he took full advantage of it. He worked in sales and distribution for a high dollar alcohol producer and he had made the company a ton of money in the four years he had been there.
She turned and looked over her shoulder, continuing to offer a description saying,
My step - mother is your mother, enough said. She’s the exact opposite of my father. She’s opinionated and not afraid to tell you all about it. I’m not even sure that I get their relationship For, me growing up we spent a good amount of time at the church either in the gym or in the library studying.
My sister, as you know, …… ha …… She’s such a mess. She’s a few years older than me and we talk almost every day. She has five kids that was what she had wanted since we were kids.
She’s married to a legal attorney and she stays at home and takes care of the kids. I don’t know how she keeps it all together but she does a great job with those spirited kids.
Sometimes I want to stuff her in a closet but the kids are such a precious gift, love them so.
“Well, then. I can’t wait to see them again. If you love them, then I am sure that I will love them just the same,” he encouraged.
Chapter II – Sambuca Or Bust
It was early the next morning when Cameron started to stretch and yawn. He had slept so well and was ready to start a new day. There was just a touch of morning sun coming through the thick threaded draperies. He looked over at Dayshia Fayth. The way that the light lightened her caramel colored skin on her bare shoulder was nice.
He slid the sheet down her body revealing her curvaceous silhouette. He drug his fingers up the small of her back, lifting her t – shirt just slightly. He moved in closer and pressed his ruby red lips against her dark skin.
He pushed her shirt up a little bit further as he drug his tongue up her ribs. His wandering hand found its way down her big round cheek to the small egg shaped indention just below it. That was his favorite part of a woman’s body, that one by one inch space.
He slid his thumb along the width causing her to squirm. Her tired eyes struggled to open with pursed lips to one side. Her skin became engulfed in goose bumps in agreement with his touch. He caressed her butt cheeks with both hands, juggling them up and down.
He moved in behind her and spread her legs apart. Cameron unfastened the snap on each side of her panties and chunked them to the side. He wanted a better view as he spread her ass cheeks apart and licked the length of her crack.
He rubbed her generously up and down her brown swollen lips, sticking his fore finger inside from time to time. He lifted under her hips pulling up as he continued licking and tongue fucking her with his strong tongue.
Dayshia Fayth stretched her limbs as far as they would go as she rolled over. Cameron crawled up over her and wrapped his hot wet lips around her silver dollar sized ebony nipples. Her breasts were big and long. Thanks to him her nipples were thimble hard as he worked his tongue on the underside, sucking it in like a baby on a bottle.
She touched her toes together with her strong legs around his waist so sensually. Her arms were raised high above her head and pressing against the headboard to stabilize herself.
She reached down and pulled his prick through the slit in his blue plaid boxer shorts and began stroking the shaft of his cock ever so gently. Her freshly manicured fingernails pulled his fore skin up and over his bulbous head nice and slowly. One single drop of pre - cum dripped down from him and was quickly soaked up by the high thread count cotton bed sheets just beneath them.
It wasn’t his length that had impressed her in the beginning, it was his shear girth for which she had never seen the likes. He was remarkably round and thick as he slid his horse like cock slowly inside of her. She could feel his manly presence filling her up inside and it was good.
Her sharp nails scratched down his masculine back leaving red marks in their wake. Each time he hunched forward his ass tightened as well. She let her legs fall limp on either side of her, allowing him to penetrate her the maximum amount possible. And that felt even better.
But he liked to change positions often as he rolled her back onto her stomach, putting a pillow underneath her. He pressed her legs together tightly with her ass in the air, he slapped both cheeks simultaneously. She cried out in response, it was so hard that it left a perfect outline of his hands on them both.
With the back of his fingers he spread her pussy apart once again and poked her so hard as if he were trying to push through to the other side. He pumped and pumped her fine tight ass.
He clutched her hips so tightly as the tension built in his shoulders. He kicked his head in the air as his pecs flexed, stopping mid motion as he shot bullet after warm sticky bullet of his fertile moisture deep inside of her. She could feel him pulsating inside of her tight wet cunt.
They lay down exhausted from their morning workout. They didn’t even need to go for a run, they had burned off plenty of calories from their play date. And it was damn good, indeed.
She rested her head on his chest, her dark skin against his was very pleasing to the eye. She kissed him so gently, so sweetly. He kind of felt like the man of her dreams, particularly when they were in bed. But she couldn’t say that out loud. It would undoubtedly hurt his feelings.
Chapter III – Risk Free, Just Tell Me
Dayshia Fayth and Cameron got showered and dressed before going downstairs for brunch. They were both famished and couldn’t wait to fill their plates from the buffet. Everything looked so delicious, they couldn’t wait to dive in. Cameron muttered, when my belly button touches my spine it is time to chow down. Just saying ….
They watched the news while they filled their tummies full. Coffee wasn’t considered a luxury, it was most definitely a necessity for them both. She reminded him that they didn’t have to be anywhere until later that evening so they would have some free time in the meanwhile. They decided to split up and do their own thing separately until the evening.
Cameron was planning to hit the golf course and Dayshia Fayth wanted to do some retail therapy. It always cleared her head and dispersed any negative energy that she might be holding on to. Some people saw different things as nice works of art depending on their critical eye. The old adage, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, was so true.
But she was different. She saw the beauty of the imagination at play. She had a very soft spot for authentic vint
age jewelry. But she found it invigoratingly free to mix the old with the new. She had several local favorite designers and she couldn’t wait to make her way to a few private showings which were by invitation only.
It just so happened that she was meeting with a stylist named Grace Garcia Fernandez. She had been hired to do the press releases for the newest clothes line and then also a bio on the designer herself. She loved her job tremendously and it showed in her work.
As she walked into the quaint boutique, she was greeted by a girl with a heavy accent that she could barely understand. It made no difference though as she looked around the room. Her collection was exquisite. She used only two colors for that line, black and white.
As she felt the fine fabric between her fingers, she could’ve never dreamed that so many different creations could possibly come from two primary colors. But then again, that was why she left the designing up to the professionals and she stuck to writing about them.
The owner came from the back soon thereafter. She just stared as she seemed to float across the floor, the designer herself ….. Whoa, she thought. She was a little unsure of herself, when it came to knowing how to greet a Puerto Rican female. It was obvious that the name Grace was her first name.
But the middle word, Garcia, must have come from her mother’s side of her family and that would mean that the third word had come from her father’s side of the family. It seemed like a cultural difference between them, it was nice how the language sounded as it rolled from her tongue.
She didn’t want to be ethnically insensitive so she patiently waited to see how she would introduce herself first before trying and failing. She said,
“Hi there, I’m Grace. How are you dear?”
“I am doing well. How are you Grace?” she inquired.
“I’m well, thanks so much for asking. Let’s go up and out to the terrace,” she answered.
The veranda overlooked the quaint tree lined neighborhood. They sat back in Adirondack chairs and sipped on a hot cup of coffee. It was quite beautiful as she looked out at the landscape.
Dayshia Fayth sat with her recorder in hand and a list of questions on her iPod, prepared for the interview. They got started right away. She said,
“So, today as I look around your store you are obviously a huge success story. So let’s start with, what it is that you feel that you provide as a service with value added as we sit together today?”
Grace looked up at the sky pondering the thought for a moment or two. There was no apparent pressure to move quickly. And then she said,
When I was a much younger girl, I actually worked at a well - known department store when a sweet woman offered to become my mentor, so to speak. I worked there for three years, learning everything that I could from her. She was a kind hearted spirit and she took me under her protective wing for some unknown reason.
One day, without notice, someone came into the store.
I’ll never forget that moment, for as long as I live. She was a very wealthy woman but what I noticed was her gentleness. She entrusted in me that she was dating someone special and he was often seen out and about in the public eye.
She cared very much for him but she had no clue what she was doing when it came to style and fashion. She had come from a less than modest urban household and had never had any money to spend on anything remotely feminine.
Actually, she mentioned that she wore the clothes passed down from her older brothers once they had grown out of them. They were stained and had big gaping holes in the knees of most of them.
I watched as she became teary eyed over what she perceived, as embarrassment and I felt touched. I spent the entire afternoon completely at my leisure as she tried on different ensembles specially chosen by me.
She found quite a few things that she liked but the one thing that she needed the most was an evening cocktail dress for when she met his parents. That was causing her the most worry.
She was so afraid that his mother wouldn’t like her and that would most likely mean that they would break up. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with that man, so the dress had to be perfection.
I picked a pretty light blue dress cute little bows on each arm as well as in the back. She liked it but it didn’t suit her body type very well and she noticed that too. I listened as she expressed her discomfort with her svelte parts.
I boldly asked her to buy the dress and to allow me to take it home with me for a few days. I couldn’t believe it but hesitantly, she agreed to do it.
I took it home and let out the seams to rework the structure. I added fabric to the arms and made them into long loose bell shaped sleeves. To give her a long lean line.
I also added fabric at the waist to loosen it there and also to create a linear bell effect. It had a long length before but I shortened it to just above the knee.
Her greatest assets were her long trim legs and her voluptuous cleavage. So I tried to highlight those two areas while changing the appearance of the other parts by tricking the eye.
And with a respectful lower hemline, she looked stunning. She came back into the store to try it on. When she came out and looked in the mirror she kind of tugged at it a bit as she turned to the side and then to the back.
She started to cry, not knowing that she could ever look that lovely. She hugged my neck so tightly and thanked me for all that I had done for her. That was when I finally decided to venture out on my own. I knew what I had been called to do.
I was young and single and not tied down to anyone or anything. But I needed to move to where people could afford to pay me for the service that I could provide. So, I did.
“It sounds like you were upping the ante, looking for a more erudite persona, as an image consultant. Is that an accurate statement, do you think?” she asked.
But she didn’t answer, she just nodded her head. It seemed obvious, just how meaningful her strife had been to get to where she was. And if homage wasn’t paid to that, then it would be the biggest insult to her. It wasn’t about getting to the top or the amount of money that she would make, it was a story about the rich journey.
Grace folded one arm and twisted her sweet opaque pearl earrings. It was clear that she was feeling raw and vulnerable after sharing a piece of her soul.
Noticing her discomfort, she excused herself to go to the ladies room and allow her to catch her breath. Dayshia Fayth stood in front of the mirror and lifted her breasts putting them back in their place, she splashed water over her face. Psssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhh …. Was the sound that she made as she exhaled.
And when she returned Grace looked up and smiled so genuinely right back at her. All was well with the world. And they started again Dayshia Fayth said,
“Women purchase in excess, generally speaking, with more garments than they actually require. Research supports that consumers make an acquisition because it is being offered for a reduced price or for bragging rights of the designer name. What makes your work any different?”
Well, when I initially meet a new client I interview them. I ask them what they want – what they need. I listen and let them speak. It’s not about me, in that moment and I respect that fact.
During that time that we spend together, I take good detailed notes and begin to construct the bones …. Of the skeleton. Meaning, figuring out their style preferences if they have any at all.
Vintage, modern, or something of a mix. I don’t abide by the fashion shows rules that the New Yorker’s think up. I style in a client centric way, individually. My creations are not for the masses, which is why I do not sell my line in department stores. If you want to see me or my work, you must come here to me.
Just because something looks good on a waiflike model does not mean that it will be flattering on other body types. The majority of women are not built like that and that is why that should not be the norm.
Generally, when someone comes to me for help or advice it is when there is an impending event that is meaningful to them and
they want to look their very best for it.
People tend to stick with things within the realm of their comfort level. Unfortunately, that also means that they can be very old and outdated articles of clothing. For example, “blowing out a flip – flop on a pop top” doesn’t exactly command the attention of the room.
A lady should present herself as such. Much like a tiny hummingbird, delicate, graceful but elusive. The old adage, fashion hurts, is very true for some people. A young fashionista might choose to forego dining out for weeks to purchase a name brand quality bag, just as I had once done.
The flip side of that is that well - to - do clients, have the money, they do not seek out the high quality of products even though their money can most certainly collect it.
Her English could be a bit broken, at times. It seemed that she liked trendy music in her references. But there were times that she almost felt like she had missed something a verb or a noun maybe to complete the thought.
My favorite saying, and I’m pretty sure that I coined the phrase, Quality Keeps. It is just a fact of life. Honestly, I would rather pick something that the client could be happy with for twenty years over something trendy and forgettable.
“Well, Ms. Grace it has been such a pleasure to meet and sit down with you. I just couldn’t be any more grateful than I am. I just thank you,” she offered.
As they walked out to the front door, she picked up a sack from behind the cashier and handed it to her. Dayshia Fayth shook her head, thinking it was way too much to accept it from here.
But she insisted, and it would have been hurtful to Ms. Grace to not accept her gesture of kindness. So she did and as she turned to walk away with a sheepish grin covering her face, much like a child on Christmas morning.
Chapter IV – Crazy, Wild, Curly Hair
A dinner reservation was made and it was only minutes away from the limo picking them up. They were being responsible adults for a change because they knew that they would be drinking and staying out late. So they coordinated a driver service to get them back to the hotel safe and sound.