A pool boy with extra perks of benefits – 04

I went out to my car and got the chemicals out. Time for the magic. I walked the perimeter of the pool, adding stabilizer, algaecide, clarifier, and finally shock. I hauled out four 50 pound bags of salt, and started pouring the fine salt into the water, one bag at a time. I was working on the last bag when I happened to glance over at the porch and saw Railey there, leaning against the door watching me. She had on a robe, and an odd little smile.

I finished emptying the bag, and headed her way. “Good morning, beautiful.”

Her smile looked forced. “Morning poolboy.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, moving closer to her.

“Nothing. Everything. I don’t know.”

“You’re breaking my heart, morning Goddess,” I teased.

“Please. Enough of the Goddess. I’m nobody’s Goddess. Slut is more like it.”

“Don’t,” I said firmly.

“It’s true!”

“Don’t.”

She covered her face with her hands. “How can you even look at me after the way I behaved yesterday?”

I pulled her close and held her. She was stiff at first, then slowly melted into my arms, crying, tears running down my bare chest.

“Have you seen your pool yet?” I asked when the sobs had almost disappeared.

She shook her head.

“C’mon then. It’s time to see the fruits of your labor.” I took her hand in mine and walked over to the pool. “What do you think?”

She smiled. “A miracle. You saved my ass, Sam.”

“Quite a nice ass to save, if you don’t mind my saying.”

She snorted, quite unladylike. “You should know. You’ve seen more of it than anybody else has outside of my doctor.”

“Are you mad at me, Railey?” I asked.

“Mad at you? Hardly.”

“Then what is it?”

She leaned her head back with a sigh. “I…I’m not who I thought I was. Railey Dixon would never have behaved like she did yesterday. I never thought I could be such a tramp.” She crossed her arms over her chest, turning to face the pool. “How desperate am I, that I would drag you into my backyard and blow you, with my husband sitting watching TV fifty feet away? That I’d let you finger me while laying out next to my friend, and almost beg for more when you left me hanging.”

She turned to face me. “I’m such a whore. I’m letting you do whatever you want to me, just so I can get my pool cleaned on the cheap. Hell, I practically begged you to spank me and came as hard as I’d ever come in my life, with your finger buried in my ass, God help me. Is this anyway for a married woman to behave? My mother would be so proud.”

I was lost for words. What could I say to her?

I took her hand in mine, and walked her over to the covered porch. “Sit,” I told her, at the end of our favorite lounge chair.

She sat down stiffly, and I moved behind her, sitting with her between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her and held her. “I don’t have any answers, Railey. I don’t know your situation. I barely know you. You’ve been a mysterious fantasy for me ever since I was old enough to appreciate a woman. And in the last few days, you seemed like a happy girl, looking for a little excitement in her life, and willing to work for it. There’s a wild, playful and extremely sexy woman inside you, looking to get out. I saw her. And I adore her.”

Railey sniffed loudly. “She’s a filthy little slut.”

I eased my hand inside of her robe, and found nothing but soft flesh. I cupped her bare breast in my hand. “She’s my naughty little slut, and she’s amazing.”

“How can you say that? I should disgust you.”

I squeezed her tightly. “You are every man’s dream come true. An Angel in public and a Devil in the bedroom.”

“Right. I’m no Devil in the bedroom. I’m a boring lady, who can’t even keep her man.”

“That’s crazy talk, woman.”

“It’s true. My sex life is miserable. I mean, we do it, more than most, from what I hear. But it’s a couple of minutes of sweaty thrusting a few times a week, and that’s it. If it wasn’t for my shower massage, I wouldn’t come more than once a year.”

“That may be the saddest thing I ever heard. Keep it up, and you’re going to see a grown man cry.”

“It’s true!” she snapped.

I held her, rocking her back and forth just a little. “What do you want out of life, Railey? You’re young, you’re beautiful, and your whole life is ahead of you. What do you want?”

“I wish you’d quit saying I’m beautiful.”

“Not going to happen. You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in person. Let’s face it. Teens fantasize about movie stars and TV icons. I’ve fantasized about you forever. So much better than any celebrity, prettier and real. I’ve probably come into a dirty sock mumbling your name at least a thousand times over the years. God will strike me dead, if I’m lying.”

“And I’m not young. I’m 26 years old.”

My hand was caressing her soft breast, toying with her hardening nipple. “Oh my God, 26! I thought you were 25. You ARE old! Hell you probably only have 70 or 80 years ahead of you. When I’m 91 years old, you’ll be 98! What was I thinking?”

She poked my leg. “Don’t make fun of me, Sam.” She twisted around and glared at me.