Afternoon Antics

My stomach pains seem to be vanishing as quickly as they came.  It has been three days in a row since I have had any discomfort.  Does this mean it was the holiday stress? The holidays did suck, but the most stressful part was my stomach pains.  I have not returned to a normal diet. I feel like I have the pains under control by eating lightly.

I am happier now that the holidays are over.  The new year has me feeling somewhat relieved.  I am feeling old.  I am beginning to understand what Billy thought in the back of her mind about our age difference (28 years).  Eight years of common history together helped to lessen the gap.

Friday night, the Gymnast came over.  She allowed me to restrain her to the bed with a set of straps I bought for Rose but never got to use.  After, we fell asleep watching Suicide Squad.  She thinks she should be Joker next year for Halloween because she has a similar hand tattoo, but I remarked she is the spitting image of Harley Quin.  While she is usually subdued and quiet when she is around me, I think there is a matching wild side when she has had a few drinks in her.

Saturday after The Gymnast left, I went to Tinkerbell's to help her frame out the opening of a bathroom closet and install some shelves inside.  Tink thinks the Gymnast is plain, but she is a harsh critic.  I spent the afternoon helping Tink.  I was tired when I returned home.  The stomach issue has kept me from eating and exercising through December.  I was out of shape.  I settled into my bed early and turned on the movie Avatar in an attempt to make the most of my Disney+ subscription.

Around ten, I noticed the Gymnast had texted me earlier in the evening.

The Gymnast:  I am horny as fuck, but I am on a time schedule.  Are you free right now?

I did not bother replying till the morning.  I figured she was never in one place too long, and a hot twenty-one-year-old girl can always find a way to satisfy those needs.  I told her she could come over later Sunday if she still had the itch.  I didn't hear from her again until Monday.

The Gymnast:  Still on for tomorrow?

Bathwater: Of course. I hope you will still be as horny.  Although I think your libido is more financially driven.

Ours is a mutually beneficial arrangement.  She gets paid for spending time with me.

The Gymnast: I don't know, I have been really horny these last couple of days.  I could come over today for a bit or just wait for tomorrow.

Bathwater:  We should make the most of these next two weeks.

She is leaving for Europe in two weeks and will be there for three months, thus the reason for her need for money and the reason we met.  She has some time available in the afternoon.  My boss is out of town, so there is no need for me to make an excuse to leave early.  We decided to meet at my place at 3:00 pm.  After 2:00, I get another text from her.

The Gymnast:  Make sure to clean the cock ring, and then after I suck your dick, I want you to tie my hands behind my back and eat me out until you slide it in me, and then we can make our way so I'm laid over your bed, and I want you to fuck me slowly and hard.   Sorry really horny.  I'll see you shortly.

 When she arrived, we wasted no time going upstairs.  I tied her hands first and had her sit on my face while I licked her so I could watch and roam my hand over her body.  We ended up having sex in several positions, including over the side of the bed, before she ended up finishing me orally.  She is fun, and that is something I needed.  Something I am willing to pay for right now.  It beats paying a psychologist to complain about my life.