Helen felt good about swimming. She was happy to have spent time with Paul. He didn't talk much, but he paid on time, he was generous, and he let her into his life in ways. She felt better with him than without him. Today was supposed to be her day off. Her daughter was with her father, and it was a rare peaceful day. She was at home watching TV when her phone rang.
"Helen." It was Paul.
"Good morning Sir."
"So formal. Do you have plans for today?"
"No Sir."
"I am going to my beach house. It's been locked for a while. Can you come and help me with it?"
Helen was torn. She really wanted a day off. She was tired. What kind of person had two houses? She didn't understand expatriates. How could you have two houses? At the same time she was curious about it, knew she would make some extra money, and still felt the throbbing from Paul's attention at the pool. Hopefully if she went there would be sex on the beach...
"No problem Sir. When do you need me?"
"I always need you." He laughed. "I will pick you up at noon at the Reel gas station on the beach road. Bring a change of clothes, we might be there late." He was so sure. He was always so sure.
"Ok Sir." Helen was still a bit stunned about how her plans had changed, and she smiled thinking of his teasing.
Paul had just finished a very annoying negotiation and needed to decompress. He had a palace in a resort community on the atlantic, and he was rarely able to spend any time there. The resort belonged to one of his companies, and he kept a place there which he rarely used. He needed the silence, to hear the waves and smell the salt water. He realized the place was probably a mess, and Helen's touch would make it habitable way faster than he would be able to on his own. Besides she was a great way to relax. She was really calm, and funny in her way, and he figured she had a great personality under the shyness. It would all come out in time. She also knew exactly what to do, and when to do it, and how hard to do it. She was this perfect mix of submissive and intuitive that distracted him.
He got in his mercedes benz jeep and raced down the beach road. She was at the Reel gas station as promised, in a red t shirt and shorts, with matching flip flops. She smelled incredible as she got in the car, and he could feel his cock harden just thinking about the rest of the day. At this rate the house would never get done.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine Sir."
They chatted about asinine things at first, and Helen explained all the different local villages on the beach road that he had never paid attention to. He got to know more about her daughter, her ex, and her life. She had had a hard life, working manual jobs after barely finishing high school. She was really positive, and had a burning hunger for independence which he found impressive. It was clear she couldn't quite place her finger on him, and he was this exotic creature who wasted money and didn't understand things that were basic to her.
She liked to dance, and she knew all sorts of moves which made her fantastic in bed but also explained her graceful walk. He realized he was liking her more and more, and not just because she was convenient.
They got to the house, and Helen was stunned. This place was larger than any house she had ever lived in before. It was a chalet facing the atlantic, on two levels with a balcony upstairs facing the ocean. It was breezy and casual inside, with large windows which had been sealed. Opening them up, the breeze blew through the house, which was filled with paintings and carvings, all locally made. The place was covered with dust. Helen sneezed.
