DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in anyway reflect the actions or thoughts of Jessica Alba. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it.
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He stood overlooking the docks, eyes following the seagulls as they soared over the blue ocean. It was raining, no, it was pouring, but he wasn't here for the beach. He loved Cape Town, the mountain the locals called Table Mountain was beautiful, and was well named, the top of it as flat as a table.
His friend was supposed to meet him here over an hour ago. Coming from the Big Apple it couldn't be that difficult to find his way around this city, it was considerably smaller in comparison. He loved football, or soccer as it was known here, his favourite team was Manchester United, and despite him being an American he was not going to be nationalistic, he was going to support Brazil all the way, they really played the 'beautiful game.'
You see, the 2010 FIFA World cup was being held here in South Africa, and he was going to watch every match the Brazilian national team played in. He took out his Blackberry and scrolled through the phonebook, found the name he was looking for and pressed call...
"Dude, where the hell are you?" he asked as his friend picked up the phone.
"Sea Point, that's where I said we'd meet, Clare and Jamie are all here."
"What, you mean that's actually the places name?" he said slapping his forehead because of his own stupidity. "When you said sea point, I thought you meant the Water Front, I'm down here by the V&A right now."
"You are a moron. This chick Jamie that we met at that club Dockside last night is going on about how she hooked up with you, dude I think you were gonna score!"
"What do you mean were? How do I get there?" he asked.
"Forget it, she just got a call from her dad, she's gotta go."
"Well fuck, man, stall her," he begged, gesturing wildly as he spoke on his mobile phone.
"No can do brother, she's already getting up... Oh she says I must tell you hi, and that she'll see you soon."
He was so sour he put off the phone without replying. He looked up at the overcast sky that now perfectly reflected his mood. Looked over at a nearby restaurant he decided he may as well get something to eat, and maybe have a few beers to make him feel a bit better.
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Heading into the restaurant and sitting down he was greeted by a coloured waiter. He found the diversity in this country amusing, coloured and black were two distinctly different racial ethnicities. And were not to be confused. When he called a coloured guy black, the guy swore at him, at least he was sure it was swearing, the man was talking one of the local languages. Jamie had told him it was called Afrikaans.
He sat there for about fifteen minutes after eating his fish platter nursing his third draft just thinking of how damn beautiful Jamie was, she was coloured with light brown skin and killer legs and ass, and a C-sized cup. As he sat he noticed a woman sitting across the room looking at him. Despite the gloomy weather she was wearing big dark sun glasses and at hat. From the little of her face that he could see, she looked really attractive, especially her lips, they were luscious with a sexy pout.
To his surprise, she got up and walked over after seeing that he had noticed her...
"Hey," she greeted.
"Hi," he responded, her fragrant perfume filling his nostrils.
"I couldn't help noticing you were here all alone."
"Yeah some miss communication with my idiot of a friend," he told her.
She smiled, "I'm Jessica by the way," she said extending her hand as he told her his name, "I could use some company, how about you?"
She certainly knew how to be an independent woman he thought, "yeah, sure."
She took a seat, and signalled the waiter, asking him for a white wine for herself.
"So, you're not from here are you?" Jessica asked him, "caught up in the football fever like everybody else?" she was looking at the Brazil football jersey he had on under his coat.
"And you're not?" he asked her as an answer to her question.
"Nope, I always wanted to come here, and I got a break from work," she smiled; she had a fantastic smile he thought. "I also need some space from my boyfriend," she added.
"Trouble in paradise?" he hoped that he wasn't pushing asking her about her personal life.
"Just, issues with my job, he doesn't like me staying away from home for long periods of time," she answered looking down at her wine.
"Sorry I didn't mean to pry."
"Relax, everyone has relationship worries..." "What about you, your girlfriend here with you?" she asked turning the tables on him.
"Ehm-no."
"Looks like I have to apologise now," she giggled.
"No, no... It's just, I mean I just got out of a year long relationship."