There is nothing like running into
an ex when you finally have your shit together! Hair on point, skin hydrated
and glowing, sundress accentuating all your curves and you're feeling sexy cuz
you're not wearing panties! Ole loose booty! Plus your business is booming, and
you have a nice car that your new man washed and shined up for you that morning. Oh
honey, you are ready to speak to that ex! You're not ducking and dodging him
trying to get out of the store before he notices you. Oh no you're walking
right into the line of sight of the man who decided you weren't good enough for him almost two years ago to the day. You're ready to let him
see just how well you've done for yourself without him.
Oh wait maybe you're not, but
that's exactly what I did!
Hey hey friends welcome back to Unleashed! It's story time!! I am your host the one and only PM Alford. Today's shortie about the time I ran into my ex at the fabric store and somehow ended up feeding him his favorite peach cobbler cupcake in my car afterwards.
I know you're ready to dive in but real quick check out this candle I found on Amazon. It's super cute and would make a great birthday, anniversary, or bachelorette party gift. I bought one for myself to make sure there is no confusion in this house, and I can get what I want when I want it!
Now That that's out of the way without further ado:
The fabric store, or heaven as I
like to call it. My second home since I learned to sew in middle school. I
was in the building early that morning, as usual. I was looking for coral tulle to
finish a bed skirt for my client's daughter. I had already searched the discount fabric, you know how I love a good deal. No luck there so I headed to the designated tulle
isle. As I approached the isle I noticed a familiar fragrance. As my eyes followed my nose like at the end of a rainbow, I knew exactly who I would find. His dreads were longer, they touched his back now, and from the way his t-shirt was fitting he had been in the gym, or at least someone was feeding him well. I thought "who" and had to catch myself before I traveled down the rabbit hole of wonder. Whoever was feeding that man was none of my concern, what was though, was the fact that he still wore the same cologne and it still lingered in the air when he
crossed a room. Mr. LaMarion Travis.
I'm not gonna lie the man looked good.
Seeing him took me back. Way back. Back to the day we met in college. The day we talked outside my dorm in the front seat of his car for hours, and then made love under the stars in the back seat for just as long. I know I'm glamorizing fucking this man on our first date that wasn't even a date really, stop interrupting me, I'm trying to tell you a story, let me relive the moment the way I want to remember it and not as it actually was okay!
Now girl when I say he was a good time, I mean a GOOD TIME!
"Mario," I whispered,
just in case his girlfriend was somewhere in the store. He had a thing for crazy bitches, and I did not want
those problems! He looked around surprised that someone would recognize him out in the world, and when he turned and saw that it was me he all but ran into my arms.
I've never seen a man move that fast. You would have thought I was his 97-year-old granny who had wandered off and he had finally found me. It felt nice to be missed.
He hugged me without even asking my permission or consent, but I didn't mind. I got lost in his arms for a
second. I thought maybe I should have ducked out of the store when I had the chance! That
smell, and his touch. I was taken at the time but I was thinking of letting him take
me. When he finally released me from his intoxicating embrace he looked me over. Up at my hair mini twists in a bun with bangs, down at my toes freshly pedicured French with white tips, and then around at that thang he used to love napping on. Yep, it was as plump as he remembered.
"Grab a hold to them eyes Mario!" I gushed, literally. I could not believe I still had chemistry with that man after all that we went through. He still had the ability to make me
drip puddles with a freaking hug.
"I can't! You and that dress making it hard for me! It's been a minute." He paused for a second and shook his head as
if he was in utter disbelief that I had walked up behind him in the fabric
store. "How you been? How's your mom?" he started spouting off
questions like he wanted to catch up on the entire two years we'd been apart in
one sitting right there in the isle.
"Slow down!" I giggled
this time! He had to be feeling the same things I was feeling for him to be going on the way he was. It felt like we were playing a game and he had given me the upper hand to see what I was going to do with it. I
love it when a man does that.
"I'm good, mom is good, and
business is good too." That was me being a little petty. I was letting him know that although I had healed and grown enough to speak to him, I did not forget what
happened in this very fabric store, three isles down, two years ago. I did not
forget the look in his eyes as he told me to stop spending all my money on fabric and that my "little bullshit ass business" wasn't going to get me anywhere. I remembered the pain I felt as he proceeded to tell me that he was a professional and needed a woman who was on his level.
His smile faded, but mines remained
"How have you been?" I
asked genuinely interested. I really was! I just wanted to remind him that if
he was going to shoot his shot, he better come with something better than that
old friends catching up bit he was trying, because the place we were standing held memories that his delightful fragrance and new body could not
erase.
He told me he was doing well but
the company he was working for went out of business, and he had been looking
for a job for a couple of months. All I could think was Karma my professional
ex-boyfriend, Karma!
There was more small talk in the
isle. I found what I was looking for and helped him find what he was looking
for, as well; tulle for a tutu he was having made for his daughter's fourth birthday; in case you were wondering, like I was, why the hell this man was in the fabric store! I hate is when people leave details like that out of their stories. You're welcome!
We paid and as
we were walking out I turned to hug him, to say goodbye and let him know how nice it was to see him. There was intense eye contact. There was a brush of shoulders as we moved aside to let someone into the store's entrance. There was desire and pent-up anger from lost love and missed opportunities. In that moment I made
a decision. Some may call it a bad one, some may call it an obvious one, I'll
just call it the right one!
Instead of ending our encounter I extended it with the question, "You want cupcakes?" I could see memories of all the times I had said those words flooding his mind. Questions ran across his face but the only word that came out of his mouth was please. "Is your favorite still peach?" He was silent, shocked maybe? It didn't matter, that was a rhetorical question, I knew what he liked.
He followed me across the parking lot focused intently on the sway of my hips and that bouncy thing under my dress. He was slapped into reality when we reached my car. I guess he was expecting the 98 Mitsubishi Mirage I had when we last spoke, but like I said, business had been good. I was driving the exact black Audi A6 he told me he wanted back when
we were dating. And yes, in case you were wondering again, I did it on purpose. Tell me I can't achieve my goals I'll not only go and get mine I'll fuck around get yours too. I am not usually a shit on my ex kind of girl, but I enjoyed the moment.
He admired my car. Opened the door to the back seat so that I could put my things in. I swear he licked his fingers before ran he the peanut butter leather on my backseat. He opened the driver side door for me and was about to walk around to the passenger side, but I stopped him.
I bent over to put the rest of my things in the car, or maybe I bent over to touch my toes I'm not sure. Can't
really remember it was a while ago!
He finally got up the nerve and
grabbed a hand full of that ass he had been admiring. I was tickled to say the
least. He rubbed it a little and then he spanked me, twice. He was getting
excited saying shit like "I never would have thought my day would turn out
like this." "The damn fabric store." "The mother fucking
fabric store."
He thought for sure he was about to
be balls deep in this soaked pussy of mine in just a minute. He thought he
would get to ask me if it's still his. He thought he would get to pull out and
bust on that cute little butterfly tattoo on the small of my back, the one with
his initials in it, but I had a surprise for him. I got that bitch covered up two
years ago with the words Fuck and You!
This pussy and this ass belong to
me. Because of Mr. LaMarion Travis no man will ever have the pleasure of
hearing me say it's yours ever again. And his dick as nice as it is and as nice
as that sounds will never see the inside of me again. I don't double back. You
get one chance with me, and if you hurt me I promise you will never have
the opportunity to do it again. But...
I turned around and looked him over
the same way he had looked at me earlier. Up and down. I even stopped and
stared for a while at his dick considering breaking my rule just this once. It
was pressing up against his zipper creating a bulge that made my toes curl up
in my sandals! Naah. As nice as it looked it would not be taking a dip, but his
lips on the other hand....
I lifted my dress up above my waist
and I sat down on my warm leather seat. His eyes followed me. He
was so confused he wanted me from behind but now I was sitting in the car with
my dress up. He didn't know what to do so I gave him some instructions.
"Come here," I said and he
came a little closer. "Spread my legs" I continued. I bit my lip a little as he did exactly as he
was told. He licked his lips when he saw how sticky he had made me. He knew
what to do next but he patiently awaited my instruction. "Get on your
knees." Down he went. "Now clean up that mess you made!" His
smile span from ear to ear again as he accepted his invitation to taste me.
"Does it taste like peach cobbler?? Is it like you remember??" I asked as he
devoured my cupcake.
The End!
I know you want more, but....
that's all for tonight! Let me know how you feel about Mr. LaMarion Travis?
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I'll see you back here soon with
another one for the memory books!
Love PM Alford (UNLEASHED)