“Kara...” He stuttered after the last of the soap swirled down the drain. “I-... I need to... Sort of...”
“I know... I feel it too.” Kara sighed. “Lets just get this over with.”
She looked toward the drain. Henry couldn’t believe she was so quick to accept it, but was glad. The pressure was becoming more unbearable each passing minute. Without another word, he relaxed his kegel muscle. Kara felt heat moving quickly down his shaft and through her torso. In less than a second, she was vomiting a steady stream of urine. It was surprisingly hot as it blasted from her mouth. She wasn’t thrilled about the taste. Somewhere between salt water and pizza grease. The smell wasn’t much better. Yet somehow she didn’t mind this anymore than when she had to milk herself.
After about fifteen seconds, the flow subsided. Henry flexed a few times to force out the remainder, then moved her under the shower so that she could rinse the taste out. For him, that might have been the most unusual feeling he’d ever experienced. His pee hole was literally swishing water. When it seemed like she was done, he turned off the water and pulled open the curtain.
“That feels much better.” Kara said, shivering as the cool air hit her skin.
“Yea...” Henry hesitated, still surprised that she hadn’t been freaking out. “Uh... Do you have a spare towel?”
“Just use mine.” She replied, pointing towards a towel hanging nearby.
He pulled it off the bar and began to dry his body from the top down, careful not to be too ‘playful’ when drying his phallic companion. He took care of his legs and back, then held the bunched up towel in front of her so she could dry her face and hair.