Die bakkie se deur gaan stadig oop. Ek wonder wat nou fout is en kyk af. Daar staan sy, lang swart hare, swart top aan soos gewoonlik, ek kyk in haar groot bruin oë, sy sit haar hand op my linker been en vryf stadig heen en weer. “Mag ek maar?” vra sy in ‘n sagte stem. Ek wonder hoe de hel het ek hier beland? I met her about five months ago. I attended a workshop on agricultural entrepreneurship, a rather boring “hands on” seminar that lasted four days. On the second day we were split into groups of five for the practical sessions and we landed up sitting next to each other. One of our team members decided not to pitch for the third and fourth day, and the other two were a delightful Chinese couple that barely spoke English. So that basically left the two of us on our own to complete the task and present it on the last day. She was probably at least twenty years younger than me I guessed, but a smart lady, energetic and full of spunk. As we worked I noticed we were moving closer to each other, pouring over our plans and documents. The first time we touched there was a few seconds of awkwardness. “Sorry man” sê ek, “nie bedoel nie”. “Nee wat, geen probleem nie, ons sit so na aanmekaar ek het eintlik gedink dit sou al lankal gebeur het. Hinder my glad nie”. Well if nothing else, at least I was not going to be charged with sexual harassment lol. For the next five minutes we were a bit more considerate with private space but as things got going again we accidently touched again, and again, and again, and then it did not bother us anymore. In fact at one stage I thought she brushed against me on purpose, probably just my imagination, after all, she could have been my daughter. Our conference started at nine in the morning and ended at five in the afternoon. The traffic to town and back home was horrendous, so I left home early as normal and arrived at the venue at about eight every morning. On our last day she also arrived early and we sat chatting. She had recently moved to Cape Town from Johannesburg after she and her school sweetheart fiancée broke up after being together for eight years. She was staying with her parents and looking for a new job as well as a new place to stay. The last day we finished our project and she presented it with the poise of a professional presenter. We sat chatting for a while after the presentation ended and remarked on how dreadful the traffic was going to be going home. “Ons moes ‘n bier gaan drink het” sê sy skielik. “Yip dit sou nogal gewerk het vir my, net om van die verkeer af weg te kom. Volgende keer”
“HEY, ek het jou iets gevra. Kan ek maar??” Haar stem is nou harder, bietjie meer dringend, nee verkeerde woord, angstig eerder. Ek skrik uit my gedagtes uit wakker. Kan ek maar wat?, wonder ek. Moet ek dom lyk en vra, want ek het nie regtig gekonsentreer wat sy gesê het nie, my gedagtes was ver ver weg. Moet ek vir haar sê waaraan ek gedink het, nee dis seker nie die regte ding om te doen nie. Sy het nog elke keer wat ek haar gesien het hierdie ongelooflike toppies aangehad, dit saam met ek weet nie wie se push-up bra wat sy dra nie, maak dat haar boobs sulke ronde bolletjies uitstaan bo haar top, amper soos die viktoriaanse dames van ouds. So sexy that every man in the room sneaks a peek at her once in a while. Sexy but not slutty, although I am sure that she knows what effect it has on men. Ek sit voor in die bakkie, die deur is oop, sy staan in die deur langs my en ek besluit om uit te klim, siende ek nie weet wat sy wil doen nie. I turn sideways, want to put my feet in the feet wells, facing her. “Jammer, ek moes seker nie gevra het nie” sê sy skielik. I feel guilty that I had not replied, lost in my own thoughts and before I know what I am doing replied “Natuurlik kan jy, jy hoef nie eers te vra nie”. Wat het ek myself nou in begewe? Ek het nie ‘n idée wat sy gevra het nie! I looked down at her again, her face lit up, like a kid in a candy store, “Is jy seker” what could I say, “Ja doodseker” I said while I looked at her, but wasn’t sure what to expect.
My mind wanders again. Five months ago we met at a seminar. Today I am attending a seminar in the waterfront and as usual arrived early. Just before nine she walks into the room, dressed in black, long black hair hanging around her shoulders, push-up bra doing its thing pushing her perky boobs up to reveal a small cleavage in the round neck of her t-shirt. She saw me and waved, all the seats around me were taken and she found a seat somewhere out of sight behind me. Tea time and I was standing at the table waiting to be served when I felt a hand on my bum and a giggle behind me. “Hey, hoe gaan met jou?” “Baie goed dankie en met jou?” “Okay dankie, lanklaas gesien, dis al.” Of course it would be like that, I knew her name, knew she lived somewhere in the southern suburbs, but that’s all. Pure co-incidence bumping into each other again, although you often meet the same people when you attend seminars with the same theme. “Goed om jou weer te sien, kan ek vir jou koffie of tee kry?” “Tee dankie, rooibos, swart en twee suikers” sê sy. She knows what she wants, I thought. We got our drinks, made idle chit chat, and when we returned to the hall she came and sat next to me. The session was rather boring and my mind was elsewhere, at one stage she moved around in her seat and her leg landed up against mine. She made no attempt to move her leg away, feeling a bit uncomfortable I moved away a bit, but just enough to be respectable, after all we were in a public place lol.
At lunch we sat at a table outside and made small talk, commenting on how bad the traffic is, was it worse to the northern suburbs or the southern suburbs etc etc. She commented that she did go for a drink the previous time, not wanting to sit in the traffic to get home early just to watch tv. We joked and decided that we should have gone for a beer, I was stuck in traffic as well because of an accident and got home fairly late.
Come Friday and we finished about an hour after lunch, we could have finished before lunch but the seminar included lunch and the presenters stretched their story to keep us until about three. I had to go to Canal Walk on my way home, small shopping list and most importantly two bunches of flowers from Woollies. That morning she again mentioned a beer but I politely declined as I had some shopping to do. Geen probleem nie sê sy, dan kan ons mos by Canal Walk gou iets drink, dit sal werk vir haar. Sy ken net nie die area nie, dae voor Google Maps lol, so sy weet nie hoe om daar uit te kom nie. Not a problem, sy ry net agter my aan. So gesê so gedaan.
At the shopping centre we entered the booms and then she disappeared. Very busy on a Friday afternoon but I was lucky, a few minutes later I found a parking spot and parked. Ons het nie gesê waar ons iets gaan drink nie so nou is dit n probleem. My phone rings, number I don’t recognise. “Hi waar is jy, vra sy, ek kry nie parker plek nie. Weet ook nie waar ek nou is nie die plek is n malhuis”. “Ek staan by ingang 2, hier op die paal staan B46. Hier sit ‘n man op die sypaadjie met sy hond, jy sal hom maklik sien”. “Okay ek soek jou”. Ek stap by die man verby tot op die hoek. Middag meneer, groet hy terwyl hy sy sente wat hy gebedel het tel. A few minutes later she arrives in her bakkie and stops next to me. Nogals ‘n groot bakkie vir so klein persoon. We wait and look for a parking but as they open up other vehicles take them before she gets there. She stops next to me again and opens the window. Klim in, anders gaan ek jou weer verloor. Ek spring in en ons soek nog ‘n parker plek. Eventually she decides that it is too much to find parking and we decide to head out of the centre and get a coffee at the Wimpy down the road, does not have to be a beer, suits me.
First time in my life that a lady invites me for a beer and then settles for coffee, first first of many firsts with this lady.
We stop at the Wimpy and I jump out to get two coffees, pay with a R100 note and drop the change into my pocket. Back into the bakkie and off we go. Where do you want to have coffee she asks, too hot to drink it immediately, how far is it to the sea. Not on your life, not on a Friday afternoon with all this traffic, just drive somewhere and park anywhere you want where it is out of the rush hour traffic. She turns onto the N7 towards Malmesbury, we pass an open piece of land where wannabe drivers are practising their driving skills, maybe we can stop there but no, she keeps on driving. Next off ramp and she takes that, after a few kilos she turns onto a small gravel opening and parks.
My mind is elsewhere by now, we are all alone, she obviously picked this spot on purpose. Last ten minutes she brushed against me three or four times by accident. Mmmmm. We taste the coffee but it is still piping hot. I take the lids off to let it cool. We talk about the seminar and the next one coming up etc etc. She gets out of the bakkie and walks around the back. I can hear her open the canopy at the back and then close it again. My mind wanders in all directions. Suddenly my door opens. Daar staan sy, half in ‘n sloot, net so dat haar kop omtrent by die onderkant van die ruit is. Ek draai sodat ek die koffie kan vat uit die holders uit en wil uitklim.
“Jy klink nie so seker nie sê sy weer. Is jy seker seker?” Ai wat het sy nou rerig gevra, ek weet nie. “Natuurlik sê ek, Hoekom dan nou nie”. Ek kyk weer af na haar stralende gesig, diep bruin oe. Haar boobs druk nie meer so baie op nie, sy leun effens vorentoe en ek sien sy het nie meer bra aan nie. Dis wat sy agter by die canopy gedoen het dink ek. “Toe toe sê sy, lyk my jy is aan die slaap of jy wil nie meer nie, second thoughts?” “Nee wat, jy verbeel jou”. Ek draai en sit my voete op die trappies binne in die deur. She moves forward and grabs my belt, loosening it quickly. Then my jeans’ zip. Zirrrts, “Mmm she says, kom lig gou jou boude, ek kan nie alles alleen doen nie, het so bietjie hulp nodig slow poke”. Down goes my jeans and next my boxer. And there I am kaalgat op haar bakkie se voor sitplek. She slowly strokes me, not really needed by this time lol. She looks at me, catches me looking down her top. The top hangs a bit forward in the middle and offers me a clear view of her lovely boobs. “Nou toe, jy wil mos of hoe, jy mag ook maar”. Not sure what she meant by that but then it becomes very clear. She lets go of me, grabs her top and pulls it up to reveal her near perfect boobs. My hands wander down and I fondle them, net mooi twee hande vol. I lean forward and my head rests against her neck, she smells wonderful, sweet, somewhat like Jasmine or Yesterday Today and Tomorrow, can’t remember which. Ek vat haar toppie en trek hom heel uit en wil uitklim maar sy druk my terug. “Nee nee nee, bly waar jy is. Hou jy van ‘n blow?", vra sy. I don’t want to sound like a complete idiot but my wife does not like blowjobs, to that day I have never had one, so how must I know if I will like it or not. This is all new to me. Lets play it cool, “Hang af wie dit gee”. Sy gee my ‘n klap op die binne boud. “Mmm snaaksie nê, ek natuurlik, wie anders sien jy hier rond?". Another first for me.
Gee vir my asseblief my koffie aan, is dit al koud genoeg om te drink?”. She takes a sip of the coffee leans forward and embraces my dick. What a lovely sensation, I can feel the warmth of the coffee swirling inside her mouth, now firmly around me. She presses up her boobs for me to reach, but she is so far down. I can see her standing on her toes, I get hold of her nipples and she twinges, mmm, sensitive, I like. She swallows the coffee and comes up for air, grabbing me with soft warm hands. “Do you approve?” “Whatever makes you think that I would not? Bit unexpected but nevertheless” “How can you say that, I asked five times to make sure, but could see your mind was elsewhere. What were you thinking? Regrets?”
Regrets, no, no regrets, bit blown away, bit overwhelmed, but my ego got the better of me for a moment. Here I am with a beautiful girl that turns people’s heads, and she chooses me to share her afternoon coffee with.
Thinking, well I was obviously thinking of how I got into this situation, naw kidding, thinking of her pushup bra lol
She does her magic and after a while she feels me pulsing. “Spit or swallow she says” How must I know? “Whatever you feel like, your choice today” “I would like you to come on my tits” And so it was. Another first for me.
She cleaned up and walked around the bakkie topless, opening the canopy before getting into the cab. In her hand a top with a zip which she puts on. Don’t want the evidence on my black top she says. “Would you mind if I keep the zip open?, still wet between my tits” Really ?
Driving back to the shopping centre she sits with the top open and I cant help but tell her how sexy she looks with the open top. Her left hand on my leg and between my legs, vroetel. The bakkie is high and traffic can not see into the bakkie, so she drives like that till we get to the entrance booms. Suddenly she knows her way around the parking area, gets to my car and parks behind it. We chat for a few minutes and say goodbye, not a beer but a lot better. I walk to the entrance to go do my shopping and pass the guy with his Jack Russel. He is still sitting with his money in his hand. I reach into my pocket and take the change of the two coffees and give it to him. “Baie dankie meneer” A short pause. “Kan n mens dan nou so gelukkig wees op ‘n Vrydag middag , en ek het nie eers gevra nie”. “Plesier my vriend, gelukkige naweek vir jou”
I buy my goodies and head back to the car. The traffic is heavy, an accident on the N1. My daughter phones, don’t forget to get flowers on your way home. “Don’t worry, nearly home, just navigating an accident”. I walk into the house and greet my family, go up to have a shower and think about all the firsts of the day, the words of the beggar still in my ears, Kan n man dan nou so gelukkig wees op ‘n Vrydag middag , en ek het nie eers gevra nie. Next morning my daughter puts the flowers into a vase and says “Strange, last night I thought I smelt Jasmine in these flowers, but I don’t see any. Must be my imagination”.
The first of many firsts to come
