Take a bath

This apartment is a big step up from the cramped studio that you occupied before. It’s a two-bedroom, and you use the second bedroom as Rita’s workout room. She’s actually in really good shape, which can be very hot sometimes.

You really like it. But the best part is the bathtub. You do a big bath, fill it with bubbles, and settle in there with a big glass of tequila to mourn your camera. You took a lot of great shots with that camera. You have to get another one, first thing tomorrow.

The door opens, right on cue. You knew that Rita would come in to check on you. She’s naked, of course. She kneels on the mat and leans on the tub, smiling at you. She swishes her hand through the water.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” she says. “Are you OK?”

“I am now,” you lie. You need a fucking camera. But you are glad to have an amazing girlfriend. It’s better than nothing. You just… the relationship doesn’t feel completely real to you because she doesn’t know that you have this side hustle. She thinks you’re just the secretary for Annette and stressed out all the time because of your important boss.

“You look stressed,” she says.

“I’m always stressed,” you replied.

“Mmkay.” She slips her hand under the water.

Rita’s good. It took her exactly two nights in the sack with you to figure out your body completely. With that expertise, it takes her less than a minute to give you an orgasm with her fingers as you sit in the bath, just teasing your clit under the water.

You recover, panting, and look at her. Now she has a look on her face.

“That was a cute little moan,” she notes.

“Like you aren’t hard as fuck,” you gasp.

“You got me,” she says, standing up. There it is, bobbing around. She is, indeed, hard as fuck.