Old Flames Don't Die

A Shift in the Wind

  "Babe how do I look?"
London James asked her husband Hakeem as she twirled around in the black cat-like body suit she'd purchased from Fashion Nova.
   London was absolutely stunning. Her hazelnut brown skin freckled with beauty marks inherited from her great grandmother glowed as she gave a slight twirl. Hakeem eyed her lustfully as he took in her pretty white toes in those strappy Dior stilettos. He put his blunt down in the clear glass astray and took a quick drink of the Henny on ice he had sitting on the table. He approached her and staring with lust, he licked his lips as his eyes made their way to her thick thighs and wide hips. He could see the print of her pretty pussy and the rounding of her ass in that spandex fabric and it was making his dick hard.
   "Where you think you going in that tight ass shit, smelling all good?" Hakeem whispered breathily in her ear as he circled around her and let his warm henny laced breath tease her ears and the nape of her neck.
   London let her eyes flutter shut when he wrapped his muscular, tattooed arms around her. His strong hands caressed her thighs allowing for his fingers to be dangerously close to her pussy. He knew what he was doing. She loved it when he got like this. Aggressive. Horny. Insatiable. It always reminded her of their early years together.
    Hakeem and London met while they were both in School. London, in UCLA Law preparing for the bar exam and Hakeem studying for his Commercial Real Estate license. They were young, determined and headed for the top. Hakeem swept London off of her feet with his smooth talk and even smoother walk. It also didn't hurt that he was fine as hell.
    Hakeem James stood at 6'2" and was all muscle. His skin was caramel colored and covered in tattoos and he kept a fresh line up maintaining his deep waves with a boars hair brush he kept in his back pocket religiously. He was a clean brother, kept his nails trimmed and never with dirt underneath. He felt as though a man with dirty nails was a man with a dirty ass.  His dark brown eyes and thick brows always put London in a trance when he'd stare at her, but his beautiful smile and perfectly white teeth never failed to break her down and melt her like ice.
   "I told you baby, me and Jamie are hitting Reggae night at The Loft," London whined softly reminding her husband of the plans she'd made with her sister earlier that week as she pressed her thick ass against her man's hard dick in a slow grind.
   "And you said you wanted me to have a night out remember?" She said in low purr.
    She knew what Hakeem was up to. He wanted to give her some "don't forget who you belong to while you out there" dick and she said tonight she'd resist, but he felt so good against her she didn't know if she'd make it.
    "Yeah I think I remember that now that you mentioned it baby," he said as he kissed her spot on her neck and cupped her pussy in his hand, feeling it pulse as it got wet for him.
     "But let me taste you real quick before you go."
      London chuckled and turned around to face him.
    "Baby you know I love it when you eat it, but I gotta go or I'm going to be late." She gave him a deep kiss and grabbed her purse.
    "Stay up for me because you know after a few rum punches and a little dutty whinin' I'm gonna need some daddy dick when I get home. I love you baby."
     "I love you more babe," Hakeem told her lovingly and smacked her ass. "Be safe out there Lo."
    London pulled up to the small hole in the wall Reggae club in her old neighborhood, hopped out and hit the lock on her car. Her legal counterparts never understood why she made great money, accomplished so much, yet still spent time in the hood. For London the answer was always simple,
    "It's home."
    London grew up in the shadier parts of sunny LA, not that palm trees didn't grow there too, but they were usually lined with tagging from different sets and local gangs. That didn't make it any less appealing to her though. While she'd purchased her mother a home in the Baldwin Hills, London always felt like she needed to stay close to home, so that in the midst of all she was gaining, she didn't lose sight on what everyone close to her had to lose.
     "There's my bitch! What you standing around looking all weird for girl? You better come get you a drank!" Jamie yelled to London when she reached their section.
    Jamie was London's little sister and to say she was a party animal, would only be scratching the surface.
    "Girl chill out I just got here.. I do need a drink though, what you sippin' on?" London asked Jamie reaching for her drink.
    "Aht Aht! No ma'am, back yo ass off my drink please. We are all grown and we all suck dick. Don't put them dick suckers on my straw bihhh." Jamie said playfully, but very seriously to London.
   Their girls, Adrienne and Jhene laughed at Jamie's antics as Red Red Wine began to blast through the speakers.
     "Anyways girl I'm about to go grab a shot &' a drink, I'll be back." London giggled as she headed over to the bar to place her drink order.
    She looked around and eyed the people in the club catching all the vibes. This is why she loved this place. Everybody was swaying seductively and carefree, as if this was the only place suitable enough to unwind and unload all those weekly worries.
    "One shot of Jack and a rum punch please Delroy." She yelled to the young Jamaican bartender that always worked Friday nights.
     "Any ting fi yuh gyal! Mi glad yuh come out, yuh look good like oxtail." He smiled at her and gave her her drink.
     London began to feel the liquor in her blood as she closed her eyes and swayed her thick hips to the sounds of Rihanna's hit song "Work" as the dj blasted it from the speakers.
     She immediately looked for her sister Jamie because this was their song. They loved when Rihanna got into her island bag and it was time for the sisters to bust a whine.
     "you need to get done, done, done, done, at work come over..." as Rihanna and Drake serenaded, London lost herself in the music and the liquor. She felt a body ease behind her for a dance. Usually she didn't entertain the niggas at these clubs or give dances, but tonight, that liquor was hitting different and whoever this was felt and smelled too damn good to separate.
     London and this mystery stranger danced and he pulled her thick body close to his, keeping up with her every move. The close way that they danced and the sensual moves their bodies made in sync with one another kept her there, one song after another. As the DJ faded out "I'm still in love" by Sean Paul, London and the the mystery man slowed down their whine. For reasons London couldn't explain she was comfortable with his body behind hers. London closed her eyes and allowed her head to fall back onto his chest taking in his scent. He smelled like Aventus Creed. One thing she loved was a man who smelled good and the fact that he could dance as well, turned London on. As the song ended, she turned around to see who this man was that had her feeling so out of wack.
    The man that stood before her was a sight for sore eyes. His shoulder length dreads were neat like he just had them re-twisted. He was chocolate, with straight, bright white teeth and a country grill, one gold piece covering his top fang and the other covering his bottom. He had eyes that were slanted like almonds and a full beard that was perfectly groomed around his sexy ass lips. He wore a pair of black jeans and Margiela men's boots and a white scoop neck Margiela loose fitting Tee. His tattooed arms were thick with muscle and they glistened from what was presumably coconut oil. He was sexy as hell. He was breath taking if she were being honest, but he wasn't a stranger. She knew this man all too well.
     "Long time no see Lo. I see you can still move," he said in a deep sultry voice. "It's good to see you here, it's been too long."
      London stared at Treyshawn Wilson and her heart began to quicken. Her cheeks grew flushed and her body suddenly tensed. This man was her kryptonite and what he was doing here, back in Los Angeles, was a mystery. One thing she did know, was that he was sure to bring trouble right along with him.
     "Hi Treyshawn, it has certainly been a while." London said pivoting from foot to foot attempting to regain her composure. She couldn't believe that after all these years, he still made her nervous.
    "What you doing out here? I thought you moved down to Memphis to be closer to your pops years ago."
      Treyshawn smiled that lopsided smile that he knew would knock London off of her square. He enjoyed seeing her squirm with him being the reason. He missed the many different ways she reacted to his presence. He watched London fiddle with her fingers and adjust her stance several times before he decided to put her out of her misery.
     "I'm back now Lo. I'm home and you'll be seeing much more of me from now on." Treyshawn said with mischievous grin.
      It was in that moment that London knew things were getting ready to shift in her world and it was more than just the Santa Ana winds.