Night Vibe

Weekend

After a hard day of work, Zanay was excited to get off work. Anxiety sets knowing what will be waiting for her at her home. Working at a high class firm in SOHO Manhattan there is never a calm day. She just wanted to leave and head to her luxury apartment. Mrs. Z, your car is ready. She acknowledged her concierge with a graceful thanks. Even though Z lived in the city she was born and raised in the country. Her decision for having a vehicle living in a busy city was like keeping home in her. She rather drive the busy streets, seeing things and leaving all that work had stressed her with in the wind. She sets in her car, turns her playlist to neo soul vibes, adjust her seat and pulls out. SZA song "The Weekend " comes on, there she finds the beginning of her vibes starting to come forth. It is indeed the weekend. Zoning in the song, notification pops up on her screen. Sweets: I'm at the spot, hurry home. Zanay mood changed so quickly, her anxiety up to 100. At her apartment was everything so wrong in a perfect vessel. The wrong that brings goodness in every single visit. The wrong that gives her security by just a embrace was there. Everything wrong in a perfect vessel. Pulling up to her spot curbside. Good Evening Ms. Z! How was your day?! She smile gracefully at her concierge Jameus. Good evening Jameus, today was a typical day. So glad it's over! They both laughed as she hands him her keys. Handle her for me, as she points at her matte black and chrome G Wagon that she called "G Baby". He smiles, nods his head and says, You know I got you. Go get some rest, if you can (he said that kinda sarcastically). I see your weekend company has arrived. Zanay realized for some time now, Jameus gives a irritated attitude when he acknowledges her "weekend guest". Jameus?? You good?. He responds, YUP, have a good night as he walk away not even looking at her anymore. She turned and kept it moving. What's the deal she thinks as she walks in her building. I will talk with him later. Something else is on the agenda. She reached the elevator. Ugh!!! As she waits! Everyday it's the same but when he's home, living on the 37th floor is the worst when you in a hurry. Even though it's a accelerated speed elevator the anxious count down of floors is torture. She thinks every minute has to be cherish. It's been a few weeks and she has really missed him and his presence. It was overdue. Coming close to her apartment door and hear the faint sounds of a familiar song. She scans her key to unlock her door and it was a familiar sound, it was her favorite song by Bilal "Soul Sister". Her spot was dark but lit by different candles including her smelling her favorite Mahogany Teakwood in a distance. All you see is the light and night shadows of the historic buildings in New York. Her apartment was all window view of the city. She took pride in finding her right spot. She continued to smell the Mahogany Teakwood coming from her master boudoir. As she started to head that way she finds him standing, smiling and staring. Wow, he says. She's dressed in her all black power pantsuit. Nothing but all gold simple statement jewelry, her hair pulled back in a simple fro ponytail showing the ripples of waves brushed and a defined curl puff. Makeup simple, finished with a red lip to compliment her black leather So Kate red bottoms. While he was admiring her, she was taking in all that perfect vessel standing in just lounging pants, black semi fitted wife beater. Hell, the black no show socks was a turn on for her. Obviously, he was still gyming hard. He was already freshen up for the evening. It's his damn style that gives him extra points. It's like they match. Hi, he says breaking the seductive silence was they was having. His light caramel skin tone, fresh cut and dreads hanging, white teeth he takes so much care of and that smile. Uhm. Setting off with the black diamond earrings, chrome-gold cable that hangs just right and the smell of Irish spring soap topped with Sauvage Dior Cologne. Yea, he's a country boi too. Hey Sweets, she says headed towards him for a hug. Deeply inhaling his pheromones. He kisses her forehead. How was your day my love. As he leads her to the bedroom she gives him a quick rundown of her day. Keeping it simple but not leaving out good points but timed. She needs every minute and talking bout her day was not gonna be used as time. He listens attentively while unbuttoning her suit blazer, removing it so gentle like she was a fragile piece of art. As she talks, he guides her to sit down on the bed. She notice he has taken out her lounge clothes. He removes her pumps, massaging each foot gently for 5 seconds. He takes her shoes and place them in her closet shoe carousel. Coming back she watched his stride. He smiles back like he knows he's the shit. They both laugh as they know they both thinking the same thing. He holds out his hands for her to grab so he can assist her up. He begins kissing her slowly from her lips to her cheeks close to her ears he whispered, let me undress you. By this time "Just me and you" by Tony, Toni, Tone hits the shuffle of songs. Slowly, he keeps undressing her all the way. Even undone her fro ponytail fluffy and spreading her thick natural tresses. He rubs on her, damn love your body is so damn soft. He loves the way her body feels, he takes it's in and acknowledges her self care routine. They walk into her bathroom, again nothing but candles lit. Her bathroom was another stunning view overlooking the city. She looks at her custom bear claw porcelain bathtub full and ready. Sweets!!??! You made me a milk bath?? He smiles, yea I remember you mentioned the having one at the spa on your girls trip. You enjoyed it so much I called the resort spa and they expressed shipped me a kit. She so shocked she remember he has a package there but never question it. The bath was set to the max. Straight milk but he used almond milk, oils of lavender and eucalyptus was in the mix. Rose petals and lemon slices floated with in the pure honey bubble bath. The jets in the tub made it extra nice.