I continued pumping as she cried in her release and I continued to play with her engorged nubbin until Kristen finally shifted her weight to the right side, pinning my arm.
I got the signal, and pulled my arm free.
Kristen responded by moving her legs close together, trapping my now wilting penis between her legs.
I started to slowly pull out of her hole, the tightness of her legs feeling wonderful on my way out.
I moved to a position where we were now face to face, laying on our sides. After a couple of minutes of the two of us staring at one another, Kristen finally said, "I really, truly, completely love you, Jim. Happy Birthday!"
"And I really, truly, completely love and adore you, Kris!"
The two of us stood up, and Kristen looked at the bedroom door, which had been closed. There was a full-length mirror there, and Kristen’s hands moved upward. "My hair!" Kristen said.
"I adore your hair that way," I assured my love.
Kristen looked at me and then burst into a fit of laughter. She finally said, "Hey! I have a great idea! You can give me a scalp massage!"
I would go to the moon for my lovely Kristen, and I smiled and nodded to her.
Kristen went into her luggage, and pulled out a vanity case. Inside, she pulled out two bottles: one of shampoo, and the other of conditioner. She then led me into the shower.
Inside the shower was what looked like a seat molded into it directly under the showerhead, which was one of those types where the nozzle could be removed from a sort of clamp.
Kristen sat me down on the seat, and pulled down the nozzle and faced it toward the drain. She turned on the water, and adjusted the controls until it came out at the proper temperature and the nozzle’s spray was very fine and not pulsating.
Kristen then knelt at my feet, and put her head in my lap, telling me to wet her head and then massage the shampoo into her head.
I did so, and Kristen took her hand and moved my cock into her mouth, doing one of her slow, contented sucks. I figured that there might have been some sperm and her own juices still on it, increasing her delight with its special taste.
Obeying the Goddess' directions, I wet her hair down using the hand nozzle, and then squirted some shampoo into her hair. She had considerably more hair than I had, so I had to use about three times as much as I would have used on my own head. It took me some time to work the suds throughout her hair, and then I started rubbing harder, using the tips of my fingers and parts of my clipped nails to knead and stimulate her skull.
After about ten minutes, I rinsed Kristen’s hair, pulling the nozzle up from where it had been pouring directly into the drain. Kristen’s suction became erratic, as she had to breathe through her mouth as the water cascaded around her head and face.
Since the directions on the bottle read, "Lather, rinse, repeat," I squirted more shampoo after I she was completely rinsed, not needing as much shampoo this time for some reason.
Once again, I massaged Kristen’s scalp vigorously for about five minutes, while my dick felt her blissful sucking, and followed the massage once again with a complete rinse.
I was now at a quandary. I giggled to myself, wondering if the "repeat" part of the instructions was also to be repeated. I played dumb, and started shampooing Kristen’s hair a third time.
"What are you doing?" Kristen asked, taking her mouth off my penis.
"Repeating the repeat part of the instructions," I explained, continuing to giggle.
"You are a sweet idiot, you know that?" Kristen said, giggling herself. "But, seriously, over-washing can cause my hair to frizz out." She again started suckling me, allowing me to finish the third shampoo that I had already started.
After rinsing Kristen the third time, I picked up the bottle of conditioner. I had never used this sort of stuff, but the directions were simple. Put it into her hair, wait a minute or so, and rinse it off. There was no instruction to repeat the process.
I obliged, giving Kristen a fourth scalp massage while waiting the "one minute" (which probably turned into about five; Kristen would suck a little harder as I massaged her, and I enjoyed that effect).
Finally, I started hosing Kristen down for her last rinse.
Having completed my task, I turned off the shower, and Kristen stood up from where she was kneeling, and pulled me up from the seat. We kissed for a couple of minutes, rubbing our wet bodies together.
Kristen and I wanted to fuck in the bed next, and she also wanted to be dry, so I helped her dry her hair with one of the hair dryers that the hotel helpfully provided in the bathroom. I was amazed as Kristen brushed her hair afterward. Usually, after a shower, my hair is impossible to comb, being full of knots. But Kristen simply ran a brush through her hair as I continued drying it, and it didn’t stop at all due to any knots. As her hair dried, it started returning to its "normal" soft texture again, as Kristen continued to brush it.
I couldn’t help myself, and put the hair dryer down and started running my fingers through the Goddess' soft, luxurious hair. She turned her head toward me and kissed me in return. "You really like doing that?" Kristen asked.
I simply nodded and continued.
My lovely Goddess grinned. "Patty told me that you had said you loved running your fingers through my hair. You are so sweet!"
Encouraged, I kept one hand running through Kristen’s hair, and used the other one to fondle one of her breasts, and occasionally to rub her crotch.
After a few moments of that, Kristen pulled me out of the bathroom and onto the king sized bed.
We made love a couple more times that night, and I actually fell asleep while trying to go a third time. Sometime after I fell asleep, Kristen moved us around, and when I woke up in the morning, Kristen was once again curled up in a fetal position with my dick in her mouth, and her right hand between her legs.
I gently moved Kristen away, and quickly moved to the bathroom to relieve myself.
Kristen was awake when I returned. She kissed me as I came out of the bathroom, and quickly ran behind me to use the toilet as well.
I started to lie down on the bed again, and I heard Kristen call me. "Jim?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you come in here?"
I walked in, trying not to stare at Kristen sitting on the toilet. "You need something?"
Kristen smiled. "I need a kiss."
I was surprised, but I moved toward her and kissed her. She didn’t seem to mind that she was sitting on the toilet with me in the room.
"May I have a suck?" Kristen asked.
"Huh?"
"Didn’t Patty suck you while she was peeing at the mall?"
"Um… yeah…"
"It sounds so wicked. Please?"
I walked to Kristen and she took my dick, which was getting hard in eagerness, and she started sucking me earnestly. I started hearing her stream of urine start to flow.
Kristen had some strange desires, but I knew that was one of the things that I simply adored about her.
I sighed. "I’m in love with a kinky Goddess," I said.
Kristen smiled, and pulled away for a second. "And I’m in love with a romantic sweetheart," she said in response.
The two of us decided to play Beautiful Krissie and Dress-Up Jim, dressing each other for school. I wondered how many of the school faculty would faint if they had any idea that the Goddess was wearing a pair of crotchless panties and a "peek-a-boo" bra (that exposed Kristen’s dark nipples) underneath her dress.