Authors: Amanda Bolton
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 vintage 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.