Zane's Busy Bodies: Chocolate Flava 4 (11 page)

“My name’s Malcolm and I’m your driver for today.” He stepped to his left to allow full view of a 1968 two-toned classic Daimler Princess parked at the curb.

I whispered, “That damn Gavin.” Once I regained my focus, I asked, “And where will the driver be taking me today?”

He reached for my hand, lifted it, and gently pecked its back. His lips were so soft to the touch. “My only instructions are to give the lady whatever she would like.”

If I had my way, I would’ve had a big bite of him, but I had to remain a lady. We’d just met. I turned to walk back upstairs and get my bag. When I returned, Malcolm had not moved one inch. The Atlanta sun beamed down on his bald, chocolate head. I handed him my bag and he escorted me to the car. The smooth leather hugged my round bottom. Malcolm offered me a glass of champagne, which I gladly accepted, as we pulled away from my Dunwoody home.

“Ma’am, before we begin your day, I was told to check you into the Four Seasons. Once there, you can decide where we go and what we do.” Malcolm let up the partition.

If only he knew . . .

Once we arrived at the Four Seasons, I checked into the luxury suite Gavin had booked. The room was fresh and elegant with sunshine beaming through the windows that looked out on the panoramic view of midtown Atlanta. The concierge explained to me that my husband had a spa reservation for me if I desired to use those services. I was so glad I did. After the fifty-minute, deep-tissue massage, I indulged in a vanilla coffee scrub, a facial, and a peaches-and-cream manicure and pedicure. I returned to the suite feeling like a new woman. I was draped across the bed when Gavin came in. He was wearing plaid shorts and a blue polo shirt, his typical golf gear.

“A business deal, eh?” I asked as I looked him up and down.

He stretched out beside me on the bed. His I Am King scent was just as strong as it was on the note this morning. “Now, you know I do my best wheelin’ and dealin’ on the golf course. Besides, you’re supposed to be out shopping or something. I got a driver and car to supply your every need.”

I rolled on top of him. “All I need is you.”

His strong hands explored underneath my terrycloth robe. They found their favorite place as he cupped and squeezed my plump behind. We kissed and I slid down his body, but he stopped me.

“Not right now, baby. You’ll spoil my surprise.”

I pouted. “I don’t want your surprise. I want you inside me. This instant.”

He laughed. He sat up and placed me beside him. “No, ma’am. You’ll have to wait until tonight. I need to shower and get a massage of my own. We have dinner reservations for seven-thirty.”

“Dinner reservations? I didn’t bring anything to wear for dinner.”

Gavin stood up and began undressing for his shower. “Then go and buy something. Your driver and chariot await.”

I dressed and went downstairs. Malcolm was sitting in the lobby, reading a magazine. When he noticed me, his eyes explored every inch of my five-foot-eight-inch frame that fit snugly into my lavender sundress. My matching heels handled my freshly pedicured feet, which led to my well-defined calves and thighs. Suddenly he stopped at my 38Ds. They normally got all of the attention, so I was used to it.

I snapped my fingers. “Are we going somewhere or not?”

He cleared his throat. “Where shall I take you?”

“Anywhere you damn well please. I’m always ready for a good ride.”

Malcolm blushed and walked me to the car. I told him I needed a dress for my anniversary dinner. He suggested Nordstrom’s and off we rode. We exchanged small talk along the way. I learned he was twenty-five and chauffeuring to pay his way through law school. He was single and had no kids—a rarity in this day and age. I shared with him that I was a professor at Emory University and my husband was a commercial land developer. I talked about how we’d met while he was at Morehouse and I was at Spelman and how we’d managed to stay together for twenty years. When we arrived at the store, Malcolm waited for me at the car. I didn’t take long, as the time for the reservation was approaching. I wore the silver, off-the-shoulder dress I’d purchased out of the store. We drove back to the hotel and picked up Gavin.

That husband of mine! He had reserved a private dining experience at the 103 West in Buckhead. After dinner we went back to the room. He’d had room service light candles everywhere and cover the entire room with rose petals. We danced to John Coltrane awhile and then Gavin drew a warm bath for me. He washed and dried my entire body. We held each other as the moon provided the only light. He caressed my naked body with oils and hummed with the music in my ear. Our groove was interrupted by a knock on our suite door.

Gavin nudged my shoulder. “Why don’t you get that? It’s probably room service.” He handed me my robe and walked into the bathroom.

I walked through the living room and over to the door. I asked who it was and the voice replied, “Room service.” There was a hint of familiarity in that voice.

Imagine my surprise when I saw Malcolm standing behind a cart, which was draped with a white cloth and held a large silver platter and matching carrier with champagne chilling inside.

“I thought you drove cars for a living.”

He pushed the cart inside the room. “Like I said earlier, I was instructed to give the lady anything she wants.”

Malcolm grabbed me and tore off my robe. He ravished my body with hot and moist kisses. We fell onto the sofa where his barrage of touching and licking continued.

I had barely heard the showerheads turn off when Gavin asked, “Who was that at the door, baby?”

At that moment, I remembered my husband was in the very next room. This was our anniversary. I pushed Malcolm off me and helped him adjust his clothes. His slacks did a poor job of masking his massive manhood. Its head jumped at the zipper.

“It was room service, just like you said.” I gathered my robe and covered my body with it. As I finger-raked my hair, I thought my heart would beat out of my chest.

Just then, Gavin came out of the bathroom with towels around his waist and neck. He walked over to the tray, examined it, and thanked the server for bringing everything he ordered.

I stood frozen. I didn’t know what to expect. Gavin simply handed Malcolm the towel from around his neck and told him, “Let’s give the lady what she wants.”

Malcolm did as he was told and undressed as he walked into the bathroom. Gavin walked behind me and rubbed my shoulders.

He whispered, “Anything you want, I can give it to you.”

Gavin spun me around and tongued me for what seemed like an hour. He led me to the bedroom and removed my robe. He laid me upon the bed and made me promise to let him control
this evening. Just before he covered my eyes with a red satin scarf, I watched Malcolm come out of the bathroom. His naked body still glistened from the shower. His semi-erect tool danced with each step that he took.

“Gavin, what is all this?”

“This is about your pleasure.” Gavin teased my nipple with his tongue. “Well, baby, I know you’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted—sexually. You’ve allowed me another woman; you’ve been with another woman and allowed me to watch, in public places, in the rain. Whatever I wanted, you granted. All you ever asked for was one thing. So tonight, I return the favor. Me and another man completely focused on pleasuring you.”

Gavin kissed my lips and tightened the scarf. He warned me that if I peeked, I would be reprimanded. I heard them moving about. Suddenly, a pair of hands caressed my breasts. I could not tell if they were Gavin’s or Malcolm’s. Maybe it was both of them. At that point, I didn’t care. The touch was sensual and erotic. My nipples tightened as they became erect, showed their approval.

Next, a moist tongue tickled my inner thigh. I squirmed. I needed to see this. I reached for the blindfold and a hand slapped it away. A firm hand landed on my left outer thigh. The sting enticed my arousal.

“I told you, no peeking,” Gavin reprimanded. I could hear Malcolm laughing. “Don’t make me tie your hands up, too.”

One of them sucked on my big left toe. “Nice color,” I heard Malcolm say.

I could hear the cart moving. Then a cold liquid splashed on my firm tummy. Someone’s tongue licked it all up. Firm lips planted moist kisses all over my face before landing on my lips. The tongue did a sensual dance with my mouth. I thought I
would swallow it whole. At the same time, another tongue was exploring my inner thighs. I thought I would explode. I didn’t know who was doing what and it turned me on. I had never been so hot.

“Open your mouth,” Gavin instructed. One of them placed a piece of kiwi inside and when I bit down, the juices ran down the sides of my mouth and my neck. Someone was there to lick up the excess. Another piece. This time it was mango.

“Tilt your head back.” Malcolm was more pleasant than Gavin with his commands. Next, I tasted cold Moët as it washed my teeth and gums. Before I could swallow, one of them kissed me and jacked me for most of my drink. Our exotic buffet continued until . . .

“Turn over,” they said together.

What felt like eight pairs of hands covered my entire backside. No skin was untouched. Then I felt more tongue than one woman should be allowed. They licked everywhere. And I do mean everywhere.

One of them flipped me over and buried his head in my mound. I didn’t have time to figure out which one. Since they were both bald and clean-shaven, I would probably never know. Whoever it was had to be the champion of oral sex because he left no area unattended. He kissed my outer lips, rimmed my inner lips, and plunged his thick tongue into me like it was his penis. I came so hard I almost flipped over. The other one grabbed me and showed what he could do. My body never had a chance to recover from the first orgasm. I contorted and convulsed. He grabbed my thighs and held me down until I could feel my juices flowing down my thighs. And he devoured it all.

I reached for the blindfold. This wasn’t fair. I should be able to see this. One of them grabbed my hand and began sucking
on my fingers. The other lifted me by my legs and placed a pillow underneath the small of my back. He rested my legs on his shoulders and slowly rocked his tool inside me. I had felt this pleasure so many times before. Gavin penetrated me harder with each thrust while Malcolm’s hands and mouth explored my breasts and stomach. I howled through my orgasm as Gavin turned me on all fours. He slid underneath me and I could feel Malcolm entering me from behind.

Malcolm was so gentle. I had to have this my way. I moved away from him and told him, “Don’t play with it. Make it yours.”

He grabbed my hips. “As you wish.” He rammed me from behind and each pump provided just the right amount of pleasure and pain. Gavin sucked my breasts as if there was nourishment in them. I collapsed into a heap of sweating flesh on the bed as my body shuddered uncontrollably.

They only gave me a few minutes to compose myself as they moved around. Still blindfolded, I felt one of them caress my lower back and separate my cheeks. I felt a head insert itself as whoever he was laid me on my side. One was behind me, loving me anally, while the other was in front of me, loving me vaginally. After a few tries, they were both inside me and had found a rhythm. One was in while the other pulled out. We were making beautiful music together.

Gavin moaned. Malcolm whispered obscenities. Suddenly, they both released me, but I assumed Malcolm had more to give. He placed me on top of him and I rode him until his hands bruised my thighs from their tight grip.

All three of us lay in complete ecstasy, panting and moaning. I was nearly asleep when I heard Gavin whisper, “Happy anniversary, baby.” I kissed him and fell asleep with my blindfold still on.

I woke to the stillness of our 1,000-square-foot luxury suite. I waved my hand over the spot where he should’ve been, but found nothing. As I removed the blindfold, I saw that the room was illuminated only by the moon inking through the drapes. Soft hums led me to the living area of the suite. Once my mind finally grasped the image before me, my heart sank.

Was my new lover’s forehead really bobbing up and down on my husband’s abs?

Surely, this was a dream—a nightmare. I want to believe I screamed, but all I heard was a whisper.

“Gavin.”

The men must have heard me because they disconnected. Gavin walked over to me with his aroused manhood bouncing in the air.

He asked, “Who told you to take off your blindfold?”

Elissa Gabrielle

“Your walls are imploring me to have my way with them, I just know it. Because no one knows that pussy the way I do. And no one satisfies it the way that I can.”

~Tre’

HER . . .

The bane of my existence once again speaks an all-too-familiar tune to me. Actually, it shouts, sings, and tugs at my heartstrings. I constantly struggle with rhyme and sound reason, knowing that he must know that my love is so much deeper than hers could ever possibly be. I can’t believe the love of my life is married.

“Married,” I whisper, sadly, under my breath, ashamed, I whisper, “he’s married.”

Toasted vanilla votive candles give light to a seductively dim, chic upscale bistro in the heart of New York City on this March night. An unusually windy night for this time of year—where the weather almost kisses spring, but keeps one foot planted in the dead of winter—it is confused; just like me.

I’ve loved this man for what appears to be centuries. He says we’re married in eternity, throughout galaxies, and former lifetimes. I believe him. My heart and body won’t allow me to believe otherwise.

As clichéd as the term
soul mate
may be to some, I know with no uncertainty that Tre’ is mine. My soul mate. My man. My king in this lifetime, the next, the one prior—throughout eternity.

He’s married. But not to me.

And my love is so much sweeter than hers.
Lucky bitch.

My eyes follow his chiseled jawline, around his sweetheart chocolate lips, and I take a voyage to his perfectly trimmed goatee. Tre’s luscious lips part to reveal a majestic set of piano keys, pure white, pristine, like ivory straight from the Congo—the motherland. Yes, he was born of royal seed. Brought in my existence from Ghana, this man, amazingly splendid in physical beauty, adeptly regal in physical supremacy, commands all attention when he enters a room. His swagger is undeniable.