I followed that little blonde bobbed-head into her bathroom, and it was much more spacious and luxurious than the other rooms that I had seen up until then. She had a gold and silver lined tile floor, a sink with a very wide width that had little rabbits on the ends to turn the faucet on (I commented on this first and she smiled like a little girl as she turned it on and off for me -- a funny sight given she as well as I were stark naked and dripping in sweat), and a mirror with a special skinny lining that I'm guessing added some color or fluorescent scheme for her makeup regiment. That, of course, was the next thing of the plethora of creams and lotions and lipstick that lined the back of the faucet leading up to the mirror, like if you looked back a certain way it formed a skyline.
She still had on a touch of makeup, but before getting in the shower she took a washcloth, rinsed it, and wiped her face.
I suddenly realized I had to pee badly. "Uh, hey," I said sheepishly.
"Yes, Bub?" still with the term of endearment from before.
"I just realized I got to uh, you know, drain the lizard.."
She didn't understand the expression and had a quizzical look. Maybe lizards mean all kinds of fucking things to Aussies I'll just never get. So, I pointed to my mostly flaccid cock and said, "Pee time."
She laughed and repeated back "drain the lizard, the fuck, man? Is that a lizard?"
"In parts of America, I guess."
"Jake, dear, if that's a lizard, that's a fucking Komodo dragon, right? And go ahead, come on. You already came how much in me today, and nothing I haven't seen before."
I tried to chuckle, but felt too wiped to respond. I leaned over and peed in the toilet.
"Is it true the toilets flush backwards here"
"Oh, not only that." She saw my cock and her eyes and lips were still watering for it even flaccid -- and, I should note, without makeup I actually found her even more attractive, like she was this pleasant spirit that could be my friend... maybe more than just a sex friend. "All the baby crocodiles kids flush become these super crocodiles that attack everyone in town!" Stefania, one of the sexiest people on earth, then did a Godzilla move with her hands and roared a bit more. We both laughed at that, and then I did it too.
"Here," she said as I got away from the toilet, "I gotta squat, too." She then sat on the toilet and let out a torrential downpour of piss. I was just amazed where it all came from. And while I'm not someone who gets hot and bothered for letting loose like that, coming from her it was still uncanny in its erotic fervor. I thought my penis was down for the count for the day and it tingled... this was followed by this low aching in my balls, as if it knew what I had to do next. But I really didn't expect more in the shower, just a quick rinse. Right?
Stefania turned it on and we stepped inside this shower that had a gigantic bathtub, stretched in this shape almost like a kidney bean, and colored in light blue with white marks that made one feel like it was the ocean. For a minute we each just stood under it and let the cool water was over us. Before getting in, by the way, she asked how I like it and I said much cooler but not totally cold in the summer, and she shook my arm excitedly and said that was her favorite way, too.
Then, she picked up the soap and turned around so her monumental butt was facing me, as were the rest of her back. "Wash me good, Bub."
I proceeded to scrub her beautiful naked back and shoulders, and as sexy as it was I wasn't turned on yet. This to my brain was just work like we did during the photo shoots. Then, I worked my way to her arms, her lower back, and then I started on her ass. She gently stopped me and said, "Ah-ah-ah, first the legs, dear." I sighed a little, a small excited boy deep in me having to be calmed down, and I squatted and proceeded to rub her incredible legs. I was kneeling and had my legs crunched, but I didn't feel uncomfortable; on the contrary, this was really the turn on more than her ass getting to inspect every smooth crevice of her gams. Her calves especially were like small sculptures that belonged in a museum somewhere. I got in deep on those feet and toes, and if I were ever to become a foot-man it would be for these babies with the cute little nubby pinky toe and the sensual curves on the front part of the feet. I felt my dick at this strange half level, definitely not soft anymore but not to the point of being stone cold ready to stick it in. Maybe for now that was OK.
While I was washing every part of her one side, she would every ten or so seconds make this nice purring sound with "mmms" and understood this was just part of the package: the same Stefania who seemed to venture across the galaxy on a series of orgasms could have low-grade orgasmic pleasure just by being touched the right way. She turned around and I found myself staring up at her terrific hairy mound and those breasts hanging like monuments. I stood up after about six or seven minutes of washing.
"OK, now have at it," she cooed in a whisper.
"You bet," I said in kind as she turned around again and I rubbed some soap and rubbed her ass cheeks. I got bolder after some seconds and took a finger to her butt and back vulva, which were as hairy as her front. "Ooh, that's nice...bbbut," she let out the B sound in but slowly and then turned to me. Her pierced nipples could go to work at a diamond heist cutting the steel proof glass they were so hard. "I need some soap love on the front, too."
I took more soap, this time from a bottle instead of the bar, and just poured it all over her tits. I rubbed them and the whole time, again, her staring me with those deep, sensual and kind amber eyes. I rubbed her belly with the soap as well and cleaned thoroughly. It was around when I got to that mountain of black hair she took a hold of my cock with one of her hands. She peeled back my foreskin and only stroked it five or six times. Her face sharpened and she gave me a look.