Introduction: this story was written to appeal to the more romantic-at-heart reader. Character development is explored to make the reader identify with the central characters. The plot takes precedence to the sex in part one. This is my first attempt at story writing. I will consider more parts in the future. If you want a quick stroke story, this may not be for you.
The soft drink felt good as Jack threw the contents down his throat. It was hot and his white cotton shirt was damp with sweat even as it was half unbuttoned. Jack was 1.9 tall with broad shoulders and a hairy chest. His stomach was showing signs of a paunch. His short-cropped black hair showed skin and was glistening with perspiration. For his forty two years Jack was athletically built with broad shoulders, the result of years of swimming.
Jack had stopped at the road-side convenience store on his way to pick up emergency supplies for his pizzeria. The Main road was busy with hooting taxi' s, busses, cars and jaywalkers. The sidewalks were bustling with stalls and vendors and people furiously doing last minute Christmas shopping. Jack hated this time of the year. The choking roads, traffic jams and the city heat were unbearable. He wished he could have been in Maputo instead, diving for prawns in crystal clear warm water and drinking young coconut juice.
'And the local women', he sighed wishing he was somewhere else.
But this was the busiest time of the year if you owned a pizzeria on the bustling Cape Town waterfront. It was Christmas Eve and local and foreign holiday makers, and Christmas shoppers were in overdrive as the silly season was in full swing.
Jack' s Pizzeria had become an icon on the busy waterfront development in Cape Town. It' s a hive activity throughout the year but it is the Christmas season that really sets the Italian eatery apart from others in Cape Town. It is situated on the second floor of the waterfront overlooking the harbor and within sight of Robin Island, the penal colony that was home to ex South African president Nelson Mandela for 27 years. The eatery had become a favorite for local, national and foreign tourists.
While Jack could be termed as a successful restaurateur and businessman, the pizzeria was more than a business for Jack. It was his home and where he spent most of his time, for the last seven years. That was the reason for the success of the eatery. Jack was hands-on. He was equally comfortable mingling and drinking with customers as he was making pizza in the restaurant kitchen. This was also Jack' s problem. The pizzeria allowed him no social life and little time for relationships with women.
Jack' s apartment above the pizzeria seem to have a revolving door for women much to the consternation of Jack' s mother.
"Its time for you to settle down Jack" His mother would admonish him with a wave of an ominous finger. These days even her good friend Sofia would add:
"Your mother is dreaming of grandchildren Jack"
But Jack had no shortage of girlfriends. It was what they wanted from Jack that was a problem- his time. He knew he would make a lousy husband and father as the pizzeria consumed much of his time. And then there was the little things that made him cringe from committing to relationships.
Like Samantha, a drop dead gorgeous blonde with blue eyes and tits that he could loose himself in. What an outrageous exhibitionist she turned out to be. On one occasion, Jack and Samantha had taken a trip to the country on Jack' s Harley. It had been a hot day and Samantha was wearing a tank top under her leather jacket. At 130 kilometers an hour Samantha stripped of her top and jacket, stored them in the saddle bags and proceeded to unzip Jack' s leathers and stroke his raging hard-on. Jack nearly crashed the bike.
Samantha was also a big spender and had a fondness for jewelry. She would regularly shop at the most exclusive jewelry stores on the waterfront and charge it to Jack' s credit card. For a while this was amusing to Jack. But Jack' s patience was stretched when a visibly drunk Samantha walked into the pizzeria kitchen, one busy Saturday night, with nothing under her mink coat except a pearl and platinum neck piece. She demanded to be taken to dinner or to be fucked in the office. The staff was amused but Jack had enough. He was running a family restaurant after all.
And then there was the fashion model Diana, a stunning brunette with an appetite for dangerous sex. One night, while coming home from a stand up comedy show, Diana declared she wanted to be fucked on the apartment roof top so that she could experience being at one with both Jack' s cock and the night sky. Jack obliged but it nearly cost him his life as he slipped from the tiled roof and ended up hanging on the gutter with his cock hanging out.
Then there was that night when Jack and Diana were letting off steam at an exclusive nightclub. Diana provoked a total stranger by squeezing his crotch and asked him to follow her. She walked up to the unsuspecting Jack at the bar with the lust-crazed stranger in tow. At the bar Diana put her arm around Jack and looked at the stranger and said:
"If you want me, you will have to take me".
"Yes, baby. This faggot isn't man enough for you", the stranger said looking at Jack and grabbing Diana' s arm.
Jack was alarmed to see a hand on Diana and instinctively knocked it away, unaware of what was transpiring. The stranger was almost two meters tall and seemed the type that spends hours at the weights section of the local gym. Without thinking and instinctively Jack traded blows with the big man. In the end Jack was left standing. Growing up in a rough neighborhood had taught Jack to look after himself.
Diana suggested they leave through the kitchen to avoid the club security staff. What she really wanted was for Jack to fuck her right away. The barroom brawl had sent adrenalin charging through her body and this had made her very horny and very wet pussy. Diana wanted to ravaged and the dirty allay would do. Jack ripped her dress and panties in anger and fucked her against a dirty wall. As he ripped into her cunt, Diana came like a waterfall. Then when she seems to have had enough, Jack made her assume the police position and without warning or lubrication, viciously fucked Diana up the wall.
Diana loved it dangerous and on the edge. The adrenalin charge and the rough sex gave her a super climax. It was her addition. For Jack, the barroom fight was the last straw.
And then there were the identical redhead twins. They both wanted to marry Jack and conceive his child. After a month of playing tag team with Jack' s cock, he had enough. It was a dream any hot-blooded man would wish for. But Jack' s dream rapidly turned into a nightmare. They were insatiable nymphomaniacs that craved Jack' s cock every night. Jack was no poor performer, but the twins allowed him no energy for work.
Jack stood in front of his parking spot and gulped the last of the cold contents from the can. He fished the Isuzu pick-up keys from his jeans pocket.
"I' m sure I parked the Bakkie here, didn't I?" Jack asked himself, looking at where his beloved pick-up should be parked.
The parking bay was empty. He looked left and right down the other parking bays in the busy road. All the bays were full. No sign of his Bakkie. A knot developed at the pit of his stomach. The vehicle was missing.
