Chapter 3

Lewis Denton stood atop of Table Mountain trying to absorb the spectacular panorama which lay before them. With Laura at his side they marvelled at Capetown’s splendour.

Laura purred, “Isn’t it wonderful darling?”

She was eager to impress Lewis with the land she loved; showing him some of the beautiful sights of her adopted country.

Lewis kissed her neck. “It’s breath-taking.”

The temperature was an uncanny 70f which Capetown seemed to hold magically always in its palm, and the sky was very blue as Lewis gazed over a sea that stretched as far as the Antarctic.

They had some way to travel in a light aircraft before they reached Laura’s Ranch on the outskirts of Durban.

From above, Lewis got a view of its spread, some of which was clearly mine workings and some being small hamlets of huts, sheds and barns. But to one side things were more cultivated and greener and among that stood a large ranch-house.

The light plane bumped down on a small strip that served the ranch and waiting for them alongside a dusty utility vehicle was the young Obitty.

Laura had given him a light hug saying, “Obitty, this is Mr Lewis; he’s the new boss man. He’ll be meeting everyone on the ranch tomorrow!”

They shook hands formally and Lewis felt the strength in his grip. Laura explained that Obitty and his mother Olandar were her personal housekeepers and were most precious to her. Obitty wore a smart shirt with shorts and shoes and was eager to help them with their luggage.

As they set off in the utility, Laura explained that about three years ago Obitty’s father had been killed in a tribal conflict. He was about sixteen then; so he would be about twenty before long.

It was just a few minutes before they clambered from the utility that with a roar from its engine, the light plane rose into the blue sky.

Inside, the ranch-house was spacious and comfortable with a savoury smell of cooking, that made Lewis realise just how hungry he was! Then an afro-haired female, slim, very attractive and around 30, came up to them, smiling shyly. Again, Laura introduced him as Mr Lewis – boss man.

She made a sort of curtsy saying ‘Mr Lewis’.

“Olandar, Please, ... can you have a meal ready for us within an hour?”

“Yes Miss Laura; it’s halfway there already! Your call from Capetown got me all so busy and excited!” She laughed.

“Oh! You’re an absolute angel Olandar!”

Laura turned to her son, “Well Mr Lewis, are you ready for a hot tub?”

Laura and Lewis had been in the bath for around fifteen minutes when Olandar dutifully stood outside the bathroom to inform them that there was a long-distance call from England for Mr Lewis!

The pair look at each other guiltily before they both silently said, “Shelly.” to each other.

For in the lengthy procedure of Lewis revealing his mother’s wonderful offer; a directorship in a South African diamond processing plant; of the benefits that would bring Shelly status wise, she’d asked only for a phone number she could call Lewis on!

Lewis now stood in the hallway with a towel around his middle while talking to his wife Shelly.

It was much like a million other phone calls of businessmen away from home – about how they are missing being at home with their wives and kids – the hardships each were going through together with snippets of interest sandwiched between the longing to see each other again.

And it was at this point he felt Laura softly snuggle up behind him, as he mechanically kept up the conversational charade, that her hand began teasing at his thigh. His cock involuntarily pumped up! Now he struggled to concentrate on the conversation he was having with his wife. But Laura had a load of masturbatory tricks up her sleeve and began deploying them.

Lewis’s dialog was beginning to fray, and Shelly asked him what he meant? Laura now went into overdrive on her Lewis, sensing a game-plan success!

Laura delivered her killer punch; and Lewis sort of yelled at his point of climax; slamming down the phone!

Olandar though had been discretely watching and was now so happy that her mistress had found love at last.