Intro
So I had this company in odd jobs. Hard work for little, especially when starting up. I felt it in muscles and bones and continuously having to find new jobs is quite stressful. So I followed some advice and started following yoga classes.
My instructor was a rather good looking woman in her mid thirties. Elena comes from a rather strict Christian oriented village though it's clear she doesn't belong to that group. She's blond, blue eyed, about 1m70 (5 feet 7)... and if she wouldn't be the busy yoga instructor she is, giving multiple lessons several days a week, I'm guessing she'd be chubby. But she definitely wasn't. Not extremely toned or thin, as one might expect, but a nice sporty figure. Small boob's, nice ass. But most of all a friendly face with a disarming expression.
Me, I was in my forties, no tummy worth mentioning, good muscle tone. Not a beautiful man, I'm sure, but neither ugly. I had (still have) an open and friendly demeanor that easily makes contact.
When I got to know Elena a bit, it turned out she was single. Which surprised me, 'cause I deemed her quite attractive.
After a few months, she told me she had to move. She found a new apartment because she'd been living in the house of a friend who worked abroad for some years. She returned, so...
The job
Her new place needed some adjustment and she asked me if I could help her out. We made an appointment to check what she wanted and what I could do. It was quite a bit of work.
She wanted help with putting together a few closets and cupboards from Ikea, as well as a bed. She also wanted a new shower set with a thermostat fixed, instead of the rather primitive old one. And drilling holes for pictures etc. At least two days of work. And that was a bit expensive for her, especially since she had to buy a bit more for her new home than she expected. Turned out she only had budgeted for one day of work. I asked if she had something to barter. Or if maybe she could pay me in kind. She looked at me questioningly so I explained that I could follow a series of her classes for which I would do the work, her work for mine. She considered that but my hourly rate is three times her rate per lesson... Not quite fair and comparable since I'm joining a class. I then suggested to first see exactly how many hours it will be and then figure out how to compensate. She could also pay some later.
She did help out and working with her was a pleasure. She turned out to be quite handy, much more even than she considered herself to be. But while getting her place in order more tasks came up. As it always does. She wanted a door removed and the holes of the hinges and locks covered. She'd gotten hold of a second hand electric stove... that needed a special double electric connection. And the front door needed new anti draft strips... I had to do the stove first. It took me more than half a day because I had to go and buy the connectors and extend and expand the wiring. Then we built up the bed. Next day we solved the Ikea furniture puzzle. I finished the second myself and replaced the shower gear while she was off to do a yoga class. When she returned it was the end of day two. I worked hard and she recognised that but we hadn't finished. I sat at the end of the bed while she admired the new shower set and then sat herself next to me.
Closer
We'd gotten to know one another much better. I knew she was not involved with anyone... that she was heterosexual but that she hadn't been able to find the right man, a good man. We didn't go deep into the subject but with some careful covert questions, it became clear to me. She had a good circle of friends, all female, but all but one in a relationship, mostly married. She confessed that she didn't crave marriage but the quiet thoughtful look there and then... I dared to suggest that she missed the intimacy. She looked at me, surprised by the level of intimacy my remark was. She didn't answer but she didn't have to.
So there we were, side by side sitting at the end of her double bed. Both of us were a bit sweaty and smelly from work. I ventured that it was getting to be more work than planned and anticipated. She admitted and stared ahead while I looked sideways. She bit her lip. Her hair was a bit wet around her ears from sweat. She looked beautiful to me and also very sexy in her yoga outfit.
So how are we going to settle it all? She looked at me and asked if I would be able to finish the work tomorrow. I said I could.
She was quiet and looked towards the shower. Her hands next to her legs, sticking halfway over the edge of the bed, rolling sort of nervous left and right, open and almost shut.
Seeing her in a yoga outfit always sends some excitement to my secondary brain. But seeing her like this made my groin significantly warmer. I felt blood filling my dick while it's brain function was claiming my decision center.
I ventured: "Paying in kind can also be paying in person."
She turned to look at me. Not angry, annoyed or even slightly insulted. Just... somewhat curious? "Paying in flesh and blood. ".
More blood pushing into my lower brain, feeding it, making it sturdy.
"How?"
"Well, we both need a shower, I could wash your back."
"Will that be enough?"
My male member was now taking over from my brain, definitely being a hard-on by now.
"It'd be a start." I said and smiled smartly.
She smiled back but asked: "Have you forgotten you're married?"
"No. But what does that have to do with me sitting on the edge of the bed of a beautiful woman, negotiating a priceless experience?"
"Cheeky bastard."
"That's OK."
She stood up, took my hand (I quickly kicked off my in house working shoes) and led me into the shower. She turned to me and said: "You may wash my back."
