My business plan

It was hot, the mercury stood at 34 degrees, every fan turning but just stirring the hot air back and forth.  My feet sweat in my Vellies and the shorts and T shirt cling to me. I am waiting for the bank's appraiser to see me about the development I am planning and the loan I want to take out for it.

It is late afternoon, and I am sitting with a cold beer in my hand. In the heat, it is better if you start early and like the Spaniards take some sort of siesta in the afternoon. I hear a pickup truck's rumbling in the distance. A visit from a stranger will at least break the silence, although I do not care to much about people. Still, I am glad to know there is someone on the way.

After graduating and going to work in America for two years, I bought the piece of land on the Berg River. It was a miracle. Land here is scarce and expensive.

I started to make the house livable and renew the garden and pool. Everything was dilapidated but now, after three years of hard work and constant being alone, I am proud of my piece of Africa here in the Western Cape.  A dream come true, one of a few that I regularly look up in my diary to make sure I stay focused.

The pickup stopped in front of the electric gate at the homestead's entrance. Before I press the remote-control button, I make sure who is behind the wheel. I do not know the face but trust that this is the man I am sitting and waiting for. The gate slid open, and the young man drove closer, I pressed the button of the remote again and the gate closed. My Jack Russel, Thongs sniff the tires and left his mark on the right front wheel. A young man, a year or so younger than me gets out. He extended his hand to me and smiled. "Marius, good afternoon I'm Riaan off the bank, James couldn't make it, sorry about that but I'm sure I can help too." 

I take his hand and my heart skips a few beats, I hope he does not notice the glow I feel beating out across my face, much less the agitation elsewhere on my body. His smile is breathtaking. He is not much taller than me and his firm arms and strong legs tanned a golden brown. He has greenish grey eyes and sun-shaded brown hair. A fine beard makes his square chin look a year or so older than he needs to be. He is the epitome of a Boer Boel man's ad but a fraction less muscular than the men who appear in them. Everything about him is the personification of a metro man who knows what he wants and knows how to get it.

"Welcome, come inside, or would you rather sit outside on the porch?"

"Outside, here in the shade would be nice, just sitting here looking for that pool will let me cool down."  "Can I get you something to drink" I asked, hoping but he asked for beer, water or soda, coffee and tea were not my thing. "A beer would be nice thank you, you're my last visit and I believe with one behind me I'll probably make it back to town sober". "Sit down, I'll go get you one.”

Back on the porch, he unwraps his paperwork and put it in front of him on the low table between us. "I don't want to assume a lot of your time, but I have to make sure that you are creditworthy and that requesting a loan is going to justify that. Do you have a business plan, it always helps speed up the approval." I said yes, I expected it to be necessary. I'll go get it for you."  Back with my plan, neatly typed out on my computer, thoughtfully constructed, calculated, and hopefully enough to impress him, I give it to him. "Want to take a quick look at it, make sure everything that could possibly be of interest is included." I asked.  "I'll read through quickly then we can look at the property". He starts reading and I sit anxiously, waiting for his response. I wonder what the young man will think of my idea, I can only hope he does not think it is a joke or a crazy dream.

He makes eye contact every now and then, but I cannot fathom his thinking. I imagine he turned a little red when he got to the heart of the plan, but I could be wrong. Finally, he set the thin packet of papers down in front of him on the low table. "I think everything is very well laid out, the amount you ask for is fair and with your location taken into account it's a very idealistic plan. However, I have two questions if you do not mind".

"Of course, I don't care, please ask. I am very serious about my development and plans for the future.  This is not a fly by night idea, it has been coming with me for years". "Well," he begins, the first shortcoming I have come across is the absence of staff in your plan. How are you going to get the thing off the ground without help. And that brings me to the second and one of the more important aspects of the idea, who is going to do the physical work, execute the very personal service you are proposing?"

"Well for that very personal service I'm going to be responsible myself, I don't have anyone for the help with the rest of the operation yet, but I've made provision for a good salary in my plan. And with one worker, I can make everything run smoothly."  Riaan looked around a little awkwardly, then slowly began his answer. "If you give me a taste of the service, I think you've found a partner and that you might not need the bank, are you interested?"

It took a few seconds before I understand what he is suggesting. "You mean you're interested in buying into my idea"? I began to smile as he shook his head up and down to confirm his answer. "What does it look like, go show me the inside of the house and take me through the process you have in mind. I have enough money to cover the amount you need, and I would love to be that person backstage to get the show on stage".

"Come on," said I, "I will show you and give you a taste of the service. Let us pretend you are a guest from the city who made a reservation and I receive you for your weekend of rest and relaxation in the countryside."

I stood in the front door and began my role-playing game of host: "Good afternoon, you must be Riaan from Cape Town, welcome here, give me your luggage then I'll take you through to your room."  We exchanged baggage and he followed me through the entrance hall to a wide hallway leading into the cool house. I take him to one of six guest rooms that I have carefully resorted and decorated in the last three years. Each with a sliding door that opens onto an indoor garden, a shower, toilet, and a basin. "Here's your room for the weekend, dinner is served from 7 p.m. in the big dining room as you walk further down the hallway. If you want to take a cool shower to wash off the dust, or if you would rather jump in the pool, you're welcome. I am going to prepare for your treatment in the meantime. When you are ready, feel free to come through to the last room down the hallway on the right."  I pulled the door shut behind me, trembling lightly with excitement as I thought about what might happen next.

I wash my hands, walk to the last room in the hallway on the right and start putting a towel over the massage bed that stands in the middle of the room. On a shelve behind me is a candle I light, and the smell of navel and mint fills the room. I switched the little radio on the shelve on and soft light classical music streamed through the room. Outside, the sun is setting, and you can hear the pigeons in the trees. Riaan knocked lightly on the door and walked into the room. He had a dark blue dressing gown on and open flip flops he found in his room. "Well, here I am, the shower was wonderfully refreshing, and I can't wait for what's to come."   "I can't wait to show you, I can hang your dressing gown for you while you make yourself comfortable  on the massage table. Face down in the ring, is there a specific oil that you prefer or can I decide for myself". "Anything, I trust your judgment". He shook off his flops and went to lie on his stomach on the bed, I turned away from the coat shelf on the wall and my stomach jerked when I saw him on the bed without a thread of clothes. Tanned golden brown, muscular, regal, firm and chiselled out like a Greek statue. Perfect, drawing in my breath and slowly blowing it out to try and get myself under control. So much of perfection I haven’t seen  for a very long time.  I pulled my own Vellies off my feet and threw a towel over his butt. Even if this serves only to help me at least start at his neck and shoulders and not straight to his thighs.

"Is there a particular part where the muscles are more tense that you want me to concentrate on"? "Please, my upper legs still ache after the last session I did and then of course my low stomach muscles as well. It would be cool if you could concentrate on that". "Great, close your eyes and relax. Do you mind if I take off my shirt?" Please undress, I am getting hot just watching you".

I start with slow strokes over his broad shoulders. His body is hard and muscular, tanned from hours in the pool. After five minutes, I slid in front of him and began rubbing his lower back in with leisurely long strokes. With my lower body just nicely leveled with his dense bush of hair in front of me, it is hard not to touch him occasionally. I am sure he can feel the rock-hard shaft in my pants against his scalp, by now I has lost all modesty. I want him to feel me, my whole body Just before I finish the lower back and move to the side, he raises his head diagonally and smiles lightly at me. As if he wants to say, "keep on I like what I feel".

I moved around the table to his right and started with his upper legs. When I lightly smeared the oil over his legs, he moved his legs a little further apart. Enough for me to see where his ball sack rests against the towel on the table. Not clean shaven but neatly trimmed in check. Dark brown and large, very large.  His open right hand calmly lay besides his body on the table and as I moved a fraction closer to rub a little harder over his lovely shaped legs, he rubbed with his finger purposefully against my very hard cock in my pants. "Why don't you just get rid of the pants too – I'm getting hot for you" he suggests. I slipped out of my pants with one motion. Back against the table, he does not wait either, closing his fingers with a tight grip around my cock. "I think the visitors are going to enjoy what they're going to get here, what else can I expect from the service idea you have in your business plan?"

"Turn around on your back, then I'll show you," I invited him He lifts himself up on his elbow and turns around. In front of my stood a thick sixteen inches cock with a circumcised head. I gasped for breath, realizing how long three years of masturbation had left me starving. I close my mouth over his head and with my tongue I gently open his split, working his front skin further up and down with slow tongue movements and hearing him sigh with satisfaction. With my right hand firmly around his tight shaft I massaged him rhythmically up and down with my movements quickening as he began to gasp for breath. One last suck, as you will suck up a lollipop with condensed milk on, makes him come like the Vaal Dam’s floodgates being opened.\

He pulled my head against his chest and lifted my face towards his. Then he kissed me, his tongue mixing with mine and I felt myself take flight.

I do not know for how long we lay like that in each other's arms but when he finally slipped off the bed, he smiled at me with that seductive smile of his. "I think your loan has already been approved. How fast are we going to start this thing and what room do you want me to move into"? "I reckon if we start, we should rent out all the rooms we can, what about we share the main bed room and make sure we discuss the day's course of business at night before we practice our client service?"