Welcome to ReemAfterdark Presents...

Welcome to ReemAfterdark Presents...

Welcome to the 1st installment of my "ReemAfterDark" blog series. I'll be posting short stories that are strictly for the grown and sexy. Some will be from projects I've worked on, others will be excerpts from my novels and others will be fresh material created exclusively for this series. So, turn off the lights, get under the covers, get comfortable, have a glass of wine, relax and enjoy. Let's get started. I wrote this short story for Naughty Ink Press's Valentine's Day Anthology titled, "Little Black Book." Enjoy!

Stolen Kisses and Diamonds

By Keith Kareem Williams

As Giselle relaxed on the metal steps behind the store, the smoke from her cigarette helped to dull the stench from the restaurant next door's dumpster, but only slightly. Because of the city and its smoking rules she couldn't even light up in front of her own place of business. Things had been surprisingly slow at her boutique which was unusual for Valentine's season. The economy must have been worse than she thought if so few men had showed up to buy gifts for their significant others and if that was the case, even the mistresses of the world must have really had things hard. She decided that if things didn't pick up she would give Maxine the rest of the day off because she really wouldn't need the extra help.

            Now there's a man with the Valentine's Day spirit, she thought as she saw him walking down the back street with a bouquet of flowers in hand and a box of chocolates tucked under his arm. She gasped as he raised the lid of the restaurant's green dumpster and tossed everything in with the stinking, rotting leftovers.

            "What's the matter? She doesn't like candy and flowers?" Giselle asked. He seemed slightly startled when he heard her voice. He hadn't even noticed her sitting there. She wasn't used to men no noticing her, especially not from only five or six feet away.

            "She tasted like cigarettes. Three nights in a row she tasted like cigarettes when I kissed her," he answered, looking like a lost puppy. To see such a handsome man so sad seemed tragic, especially on a day reserved for happy lovers. What's gotten into Cupid today, she thought.

            "So you're throwing away her Valentine's Day gifts? Wow, that's harsh. Smokers get no love in this city anymore. We can't smoke indoors, there are no more smoking sections in bars or restaurants and we can't even smoke in front of public places anymore. I guess I should put mine out then huh?"

            "She doesn't smoke."

            "She doesn't smoke? So how come she tasted like cigarettes?" Giselle dropped hers to the ground and extinguished its feeble flame with the heel of her designer shoe.

            "I kissed her and she tasted like cigarette smoke. When I asked her she said that one of her co-workers always smoked when they went to lunch. That's how she explained it when I asked."

            "Ok, there you have it. So, why are you throwing away that stuff away?"

            "I meant to give her this," he answered and took a small pink box out of the pocket of his faded, blue workpants. He flipped open the lid and inside was a diamond ring.

            "Wow, that's nice. Come closer and let me see it." She couldn't help but smile when he handed it over. It was a humble thing and by no means the most expensive ring. Giselle was certain that even her earrings or any other trinket her own boyfriend had given her was worth at least ten times more but money had never been an issue with John. The condition of this distraught and forlorn man's work clothes suggested that he was not a man of wealth. She could only imagine how much of a financial strain the purchase of such a thing had been on him.

            "Keep it," he told Giselle. He had really meant to dump it along with the flowers and the candy but couldn't bring himself to do it. He preferred to give it away. It seemed too sinful to cast such a pretty, precious thing away in a dumpster full of filth.

            "You planned on throwing this away too huh? Why?"

            "I saw her get out of his car. I meant to surprise her at her job. She got out of his car and he drove past me, smoking with the windows down in his fancy car. She didn’t see me so I turned around and left.

            "Yikes, you sir are definitely having a bad day. I wouldn't feel right keeping this though."

            "Give it away, pawn it, or throw it down a drain. I should have. I don't care really care what you do with it."

            "I couldn't. I'm sure you worked really hard to pay for it."

            "It took me two years. Doesn't matter now though."

            "I tell you what, this is my boutique. Come inside and pick out something. I'll trade you for it."

            "That's ok. I need to go."

            "Where are you going? You just found out that your woman is probably cheating on you. You could only be going off to get nice and drunk, or cry, or maybe a little bit of both. You men should learn from us women. When things are going all wrong, nothing makes you feel better than shopping. You'll be my first and best customer for the day. I'm Giselle by the way. Come inside," she said, wrapping her arm up with his. She led him up the metal stairs and through the back entrance.

            "I'm Ross."

***

            "Wow, where'd you find this cutie?" Maxine asked, twirling a lock of her long black hair as she leaned on the counter beside the cash register.

            "Out back with the alley cats," Giselle joked.

            "Hmm, he does look like he knows his way around a pussy," Maxine answered and winked at Ross.

            "Hush! Your mouth is so filthy," Giselle scolded and playfully slapped her on the hand.

            "You have no idea," Maxine answered, licking her lips with her eyes still glued to Ross.

            "You're such a flirt. Any customers since I left?"

            "Not one."

            "Well, I don't anticipate business picking up so you can take the rest of the day off. It's slow so I should be able to handle it."

            "Uhum, I bet," Maxine answered, picking up her purse and slipping on her jacket. "Be good…or be good at it," she told Giselle on her way out of the front door of the store.

            "This is nice," Ross said once they were alone. He was impressed by the decor. He couldn't afford the majority of the clothes judging by the price tags but he was sure that Giselle's boutique was a place frequented by the hipsters and fashionistas.

            "Thanks. The interior design was all my own vision but my boyfriend paid for everything."

            "Good man."

            "Why? Because he has money?"

            "Of course. Seems like he looks out for you."

            "That's easy when you got it and he has plenty."

            "Most women want a man that can do nice things for her," he answered. Thoughts of the expensive car he had seen his girlfriend in earlier made him feel small and insignificant. He always worked hard and did what he could for his girlfriend but in the end, it hadn't been enough he supposed.

            "Most women? Are you calling me average sir? I'll have you know that I take great pride in being exceptional."

            "No, well, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just saying."

            "Everything has a price. Dating a man with money comes with risks too, depending on a woman's self-worth and pride. Men with money take care of you but they tend to have the nasty little habit of taking care of lots of women at the same time. A man with money is comforting and feels safe in a way but it isn't everything. Trust me on that."

            "Tell that to my girlfriend."

            "I don't know your woman personally but a steady flow of money keeps a basic chick's mouth shut, eyes closed and legs open. No offense. I'm just saying."

            "I guess."

            "As for me, I would appreciate a dinner and a movie from a faithful who didn't make a ton of money more than a vacation with a lecherous rich man who secretly kept a dozen other concubines. Maybe I'm crazy but I'd trade a fancy boutique paid for by a man who won't come to see me on Valentine's Day in  a heartbeat for a diamond ring today. I want you to do me a favor," Giselle told him as she walked away from him towards the entrance of the store.

            "What?" Ross asked, admiring the way she walked in her jeans and heels. Heartbroken or not, he was still a man and blood still pumped through his veins. Giselle was a very attractive woman. If he was being honest, he would have to admit that his girlfriend would look below-average and mediocre at best standing next to her.

            "I can feel you staring at my butt you know," she said to him over her shoulder as she locked the front door and flipped over the Open/Closed sign.

            "Sorry," he said as he tried to look anywhere else but at her as she walked back to him.

            "For what?" she giggled. She almost burst out laughing when his eyes kept finding their way to her cleavage, courtesy of the open buttons on her blouse. "Like I was saying, I need a favor from you."

            "Depends on what it is."

            "I want you to kiss me the same way that you would have kissed her." She stepped closer to him so that her breasts slightly touched his chest, just enough to tease him.

            "What?" he asked, totally surprised by her request. The counter behind him stopped him from taking a step back. He was pinned.

            "Don't be scared. Remember, your girlfriend's been kissing someone else too and probably worse." she told him, taking his hand and putting it on her round hip. Even through the course material of her jeans he could tell how soft her body was. She smiled and brought her lips closer to his face. He was about to half-heartedly protest but her mouth was already on his before he could speak. He resisted, still in shock but both of his hands found their way behind her to squeeze the soft cheeks he had been staring at moments before.

            "If that's the best you can do I gotta admit, I wouldn't want to be your woman either. That might be why she's cheating…" Giselle started to say before Ross grabbed her by the hair, yanked her head back and kissed her the rough and passionate way that she wanted to be kissed. "Ok, that's more like it," she said breathlessly. The next thing Ross knew, she had grabbed him by the arm and was pulling him behind the counter on the other side of the cash register.

            "What are you doing?"

            "You gave me what I wanted. Now I'm going to give you what I would have given my man if he had showed up today with flowers, candy and a diamond ring in a pretty pink box."

            Ross found himself seated on a stool behind the glass display case that served as a counter. Giselle opened all of the buttons on her white blouse but didn't take her bra off. She simply pulled down the cup sand let her breasts fall out of it. He leaned forward to take her breasts in his mouth but she put her hand on his forehead and pushed him back. Her jeans were so tight that her panties slipped halfway down her hips when she squeezed out of them. By the time she stepped out of her underwear, he was so hard that his workpants felt at least a size too tight. His tip had slipped out of the leg of his boxers and he could feel the blood pulsing through his shaft as if squeezed against his thigh. She licked her lips as she reached for the bulge and slowly ran her hand against it. He moved to unbuckle his belt and open his pants but she moved his hands to do it herself.

            "Wow! That’s nice," she said after she'd dragged his pants down around his ankles. Playfully, she pushed it to one side, then let it go and watched it sway between his legs. She got on her knees and kissed it, taking just enough of his swollen tip between her lips to nearly drive him crazy but didn't take him in her mouth. If he had been her man, she would devoured him until he was all the way into her throat. Instead, she planted a series of tender pecks along the shaft before she reached for her purse and took out a condom. Skillfully, she slipped it on and got up to sit in his lap. She slid back and forth slowly with his shaft between her pussy lips but made sure he didn't slide in just yet. The heat between her thighs was like an oven. He tried to guide her hips into a position where he could get inside her but she wouldn't let him. She stared down at him but only spoke when he practically growled like a wild animal.

            "You gave me what you were going to give her. Do you want what I was going to give to him?" she leaned down to whisper as his tongue danced across her hard nipples.

            "Yes," he mumbled with a mouth full of breasts.

            Giselle raised herself up, used her hand to guide his tip to the dripping, wet opening of her pussy and sat back sown so hard that he felt his dick bend inside her. She bit her lip so hard that he thought she would draw blood as she rode him slowly. It was so quiet that he could hear the wet sounds of stroke. His shaft, his inner thighs and even the stool he sat on were soaked with her cream. Her breathing was deep and heavy but she hadn't made much noise except for the low moans that escaped her lips against her will. She was fighting not to let go completely with this man who was really a stranger. She wouldn't feel as guilty about what she was doing if she didn't. This is crazy. I shouldn't even be fucking him, she thought. Ross peaked over her shoulder into the mirror on the opposite side of the room. He nearly spilled his seed in the condom when he saw how her ass looked, bouncing and jiggling on his dick.

            "Get up," he told her with such authority that she did just that without hesitating.

            "What's wrong?" she asked, catching her breath and running her fingers through her hair. All the confusion left her when he bent her over the counter, spread her legs apart and started to eat her from the back. With her bare nipples pressed against the cold glass of the countertop, she listened to him slurp up every drop of wetness that had leaked from her body until she gushed again to give him more. She couldn't believe that she was still cumming. He kept a firm grip on her thick thighs as she came, over and over in his mouth. All of her moans were deep, intense and sensual but she almost squeaked when his nose pressed against her small space just a little higher. He noticed and started to tease her with his tongue. It was a totally different sensation for her and she couldn't help but bend over even more, almost daring him to do it. She covered her mouth to muffle her scream when he spread her cheeks and buried his face between them. She was almost embarrassed by how much she him tongue-kissing the hole that everybody knew only the naughtiest of girls let men play with. She didn't care as she bounced back into his face. His spit had soaked the entire crack of her butt before he stopped and stood up behind her.

            "Want more?" Giselle asked. She looked back and saw how heavy his dick looked in his hand as he stroked it. She could only imagine how hard he was going to cum. If he was my man, I'd swallow all of it, she thought.

            Ross saw the look of worry on her face when he took off the condom. Whatever her worries were, she kept quiet about them. He wasn't going to slide inside of her raw though. He just wasn't going to cum inside a condom either. Instead, he put his dick directly in her crack and slowly slid up and down between her juicy cheeks, squeezing them together. Giselle caught on quickly and started moving to match his rhythm. The sensation forced all kinds of reckless thoughts into her head. Ross could sense it too and it turned him on to know that he was teasing her to the point of madness. A few times she had purposely moved in such a way that his tip had pressed directly on her hole. Once, she had even backed up so that the head of his dick had started to ease inside her. He was tempted but he pulled out before it could sink in any deeper. If he was my man, I'd let him put it in my butt, Giselle thought. The thought of it wouldn't leave her mind and just when she was about to let go and tell him to, she felt the hot cum splash all over her ass and lower back. When he was done, she straightened up, turned around and stole another kiss.

***

            The next morning, Maxine was almost an hour late for work but Giselle didn't mind. Business was still slow and she had thoughts of her interesting Valentine's Day to occupy her mind. If she knew Maxine, she'd been out partying all night in some club. When she finally showed up, the redness in her eyes and the drowsiness on her face told the story well enough.

            "Good morning boss lady," Maxine semi-slurred.

            "Doesn't look like you're having a good morning but it sure looks like you had a damn good night," Giselle answered. She took a twenty-dollar bill from her purse and handed it to Maxine. "Go down the street and get us some coffee. When you get back, you can fill me in on all the dirty details.

            "Aww, did John buy you that for Valentine's Day yesterday?" Maxine asked, pointing to Giselle's neck.

            "Oh, this?" Giselle asked, touching the diamond ring that hung around her neck like a pendant hanging on a delicate platinum chain. "No, I got it for myself."

            "It's cute."

            "Yeah, thanks luv. I stole a kiss yesterday and this was my punishment," Giselle answered.

THE END