Helen didn't like wearing underwear. It itched and she liked her pussy to get fresh air. Or some air. Sometimes she did but if she could wing it she liked to be free. Paul was attending a conference, and had invited her on her day off. He was funny. When she was working he never interrupted her, but once that was done he was like a boyfriend sometimes. Witty, clever, concerned.
Helen had finally paid for the flat. She appreciated Paul, and her good fortune in working for him. She no longer had to deal with her family members, and her daughter loved the space. It was a nice flat, clean, cosy, with hot water and a small garden that was shared by a number of other flats in the compound. Accra was sunny, and it was nice to have a shady, breezy place. There was a swing in the garden.
The hotel Paul stayed at was very exclusive. The staff didn't get in the way or judge, but they were always carefully available if you needed something. Helen lay by the pool in her sun dress. Each room had chalets, artfully arranged around a central courtyard. Each chalet had a private pool. It was really luxurious, and Helen couldn't believe people lived like this in Ghana. She lay in the shade in a light green linen sundress. It was very brief, and she wore nothing underneath. She would periodically remove it and step into the pool to cool off. The contrast between the hot day and the cool water was stimulating. As the day went on Helen started to feel progressively more relaxed and more turned on. She leaned back against the side of the pool as the cool water hardened her nipples and wet her pussy.
"Massage?" The voice was firm yet questioning, that of a confident person who was not completely sure what to expect. Helen was not expecting a massage. She was in the pool naked!
"Who is it?"
"Someone ordered a massage. Is this Paul's room?" The voice sounded familiar, and was getting closer. She stood up and moved to the edge of the pool, so her head was all that could be seen. The masseuse walked out of the room on to the patio. It was Mandy!
"You surprised me!"
"Heeeeey! Long time!" Mandy smiled. She was in a white coat and blue slacks, with blue sneakers on. Very professional.
"Now this isn't fair. Just not fair. I'm not even wearing a watch!"
"Well I am being professional, this is work." Mandy laughed.
Helen walked out of the pool, dripping water on the patio. Her nipples were big and hard, and her full bush was sopping from within and without. She remembered her time with Mandy. She felt it was too short, and had been fantasizing of getting to know her better.
She picked up a towel, and slowly started drying herself off. As Mandy approached her she leaned over and kissed Helen on the cheek. Mandy smelled fresh and citrusy, and Helen hugged her.
"You'll soak me!" Mandy gasped. Helen laughed and hugged her closer, pulling her into the pool.
"Now we're fair. You'll just have to hang your stuff up."
After Helen was dried she lay down on her stomach for the massage. Mandy had placed a thick bath sheet on the portable table, and after Helen lay down Mandy covered her body with another sheet, and started rubbing a gentle lavender oil into Helen's shoulders. Helen sighed as Mandy leaned into her, kneading with short strokes and applying strong pressure. Helen started to fade in and out of consciousness. This was a really good idea. Mandy worked down Helen's upper back, playing with her trapezius muscles and her subspinatus muscles. Helen was very stiff and never really did any exercise besides working. She really needed this massage.
