Daymir
It took a lot of planning and creativity to make this surprise happen for Imani but the look on her face right now makes it all worth it.
Hazel hooked me up with the nail shop and the owner of Passion.
My boss, Gideon, got me in contact with BillionAir, the private plane company and my old rap skills from junior high helped me come up with the clues.
I’ve been planning this for two weeks. This trip was going to be her surprise even before she was offered her job back.
Presha and Dodge are keeping DJ for me so we can enjoy our weekend.
The closest airport to Martinsville, Virginia is Greensboro Piedmont Triad International Airport.
We landed there yesterday evening right after six and our car was waiting to take us to our hotel right outside of Martinsville.
The commute was a little over an hour and she smiled the entire ride then woke up this morning, still smiling.
In fact, she hasn’t stopped smiling and I love every damn moment of it.
“I still can’t believe this view,” Imani gushes while her eyes never leave the half mile track.
We are comfortably seated in the black leather oversize chairs in Club Panorama, Martinsville Speedway’s premier hospitality suite.
I sprung for seats in here because Club Panorama is considered one of the best views of the race.
We are right in the middle of turns one and two.
Our reserved seats come with reserved parking, which we didn’t need, food and drink throughout the race, and private restrooms.
“It’s our first NASCAR race and I wanted the best for you,” I tell her.
“And you did it,” she says then sits up. “Shit!” she says along with half of the suite. A mustang was just pushed off the track by another driver. “Bryon just fucked Blaney.”
“Maybe he can redeem himself,” I say.
“I doubt it. baby. This is lap 456. There’s no way he can comeback and regain his momentum. Boy! I think he really just lost this,” she says while shaking her head.
I’ve never been into NASCAR and I’ve never even watched a race on T.V. However, being in here, hearing the roar of the engines, watching the reactions of the crowd, and listening to her play by plays, has me intrigued and hyped too.
“I’m getting another beer. You want something?” I ask because she hasn’t eaten all day.
“Oh yeah, baby. I can’t leave here without one of their famous hotdogs. It’s the official hot dog of NASCAR so yeah get me one and a beer.”
“With everything on it?” I ask.
“Yes. I have to have it the traditional way,” she says with a smile. “Didn’t you like it?” she asks because I’ve had two and I nod.
It’s definitely a different kind of hotdog. First off, it’s red, a red hotdog on a steamed bun topped with a little mustard, some chili, and vinegary coleslaw. I’m used to creamy coleslaws but the shit is good as fuck.
“Be right back,” I tell her.
I walk to the food area, grab two dogs, and get two Heinekens.
She bites into her dog as soon as I hand it to her.
Then she takes a sip from her beer and closes her eyes.
Without opening them, she utters, “He would have love every bit of this.” Her smile returns then she opens her eyes.
She leans over in the arms of our chairs, props her elbows on them, then lifts her head to me. “I really love you.”
“I love you too.”
She eats her dog and we drink our beer as we watch the last few laps of the race.
She was right too. Ol boy in the mustang that was knocked off the track couldn’t get his lead back.
He finished second and Byron won, taking first. We stay and watch as William Byron and his crew celebrate and pop champagne bottles in Victory Lane.
Martinville is very small and hotel options were limited.
So, we are staying in a junior suite in The Lodge at Primland in Danville.
When we make it back to our suite, she walks out onto our private balcony.
I run to the bathroom then head out to check on her.
When I open the door, she turns around and stares at me.
“It’s just me,” I utter as I step out. Once I’ve crowded her space, I wrap my arms around her and kiss her tenderly. Without breaking our lips, I step forward, caging her with my arms and the balcony rail. “You out here enjoying the view?”
“Yeah. It’s beautiful out here.”
“You’re beautiful,” I admit.
“You dressed me today,” she says.
“Well, a little bit. I was specific about the jacket, your sizes, the shoes, and your style.”
With an amused look on her pretty face, she asks, “What’s my style?”
“Sexy as hell, feminine, a little edge, and again sexy,” I tell her.
“Well, you nailed it. You nailed everything about today.” Her hands caress the sides of my face, then she squints her eyes.
“I’ll remember this experience forever. I don’t think you’ll ever know what this meant for me.
Losing my brother was hard as fuck. It nearly killed me.
I had to leave my city because of it. My job had been the only thing that kept me sane until you.
You came in my life right on time and then you did this.
You just healed a little piece of my broken heart with this.
I know Imari is looking down, smiling and showing off his grill,” she says then laughs as if reminiscing. “Thank you, baby.”
“No need to thank me. I just love making you smile.”
“You mind if we stay in for dinner?” she asks.
“I’m cool with whatever you want.”
“Oh, good because I just want to make love to my man, order room service, shower, then make love again. You like that plan?”
“Hell yea. Shit, let’s start right now, right here.”
She starts to speak again but I cover her mouth with mine. The plan has already been spoken and fucking accepted. No more words are needed so slowly, I slide my tongue into her mouth. She moans and relaxes as our tongues make love.
“Daymir,” she utters like she’s pleading with me. I free her mouth from my tongue assault. She sighs and utters, “What if someone sees us?”
“This is a private balcony, this high up. No one will see.”
“They’ll hear me though.”
“Then stay yo’ pretty ass quiet,” I say then peck her lips.
With my arms still by her side, I get down on my knees and reach up and unbutton her jeans and unzip them.
Her eyes peer into mine, questioning me.
“Right out here,” I say then start to pull her jeans down.
When my hands grip her ass, she smiles then starts to kick off her shoes.
I assist her then drag her jeans down. Once they are at her ankles, she steps out of them.
I lean in and plant a kiss on her inner right thigh.
“Can I do this out here?” I ask then kiss her other thigh.
“Mmmm,” she moans.
“Can I?” I ask again as I pull her panties down.
I’m not really looking for a verbal answer; I don’t need one. Her actions are speaking loud and clear, telling me exactly what I want to hear. She’s ready. Her hands are on my head and after she steps out of her panties, she widens her stance for me.
After licking my lips in anticipation of her sweetness, I bury my face in her pussy, planting tiny kisses all over. When my kisses turn into sucking and licking, she trembles slightly. Her hands move from my head and she places them on the rail to brace herself.
I love the way she tastes and the way she reacts to me.
My goal each time is to take her to another level.
Today is no different so, I place her leg over my shoulder and put in work.
Slowly, I lick her slit then pull her clit between my lips.
Her hands grip the hell out of the rail as I suck on her clit until it swells in my mouth.
“Fuck!” she cries. Although her pussy is all on my face, I grab her ass to pull her closer, then I slide my tongue into her opening. “Yes!” she screams.
“Yes what, baby?” I ask.
Breathless, she moans then utters, “Yes! Right there.”
She’s right where I want her, on the verge of an orgasm and I’m ready to pull it out of her.
Feverously, I devour her, eating her like she’s my last meal.
Her body starts to shake more and her legs get unsteady but I got her.
My hands are holding her ass, keeping her locked in exactly where I want her.
She’s squirming and her juices are drowning my face.
I eat her up, pushing my face deeper inside.
She places her other leg over my shoulder and locks her legs together, trapping me in my favorite spot. Her hands move back to my head then she starts thrusting her pussy in my face, feeding me as an orgasm flows through her.
“Ooooooo, Daymir!” she screams as she soaks my face with her sweet nectar.
Her legs stay locked around my head until her body shaking slows.
Then, gingerly, she releases her hold of my head and places her feet on the balcony floor.
“Damn it,” she sighs when she tries to move.
“I came so hard I’m dizzy,” she says with a titter. “But I’m definitely ready for that.
Her eyes cast down at my mid-section and as they linger there, she licks her lips. I know exactly what her freaky ass wants. My dick is rock hard and is standing at full attention.
I grin at her then ask, “Ready for what?”
“That. The beast,” she admits with a smirk.
Her voice is labored but she sounds sexy as hell.
She reaches for my hands and when I give them to her, she holds them then eases down onto her knees.
After she pulls the side of her bottom lip between her teeth, she reaches up and unbuttons my jeans.
Her eyes stay locked with mine as she pushes my boxers and jeans down.
Her soft hand wraps around my shit then she starts to stroke it.
Then, she leans up and slightly parts her pretty ass lips.
“Shit,” I utter in awe of how sexy she looks right now. After rubbing her thumb over my tip, she covers it with her lips. “Fuck,” I growl.