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The autumn evening was growing rather cool in New York City as you finally returned to the Continental after being out all day, much to Winston’s disappointment. The Continental manager had been forced to actually work for a change instead of spending the entire day with you, and when you reached the concierge’s desk, Charon informed that the manager was waiting for you in his suite. You flashed Charon a smile and thanked him, making your way to the private elevator. Dating the manager came with some privileges.
The door lock beeped once and shone green when you put in your key card, and unlocked with a click. You went in and closed the door behind you, already shrugging off your coat. “Winston?” “In here, my dear”, Winston’s voice came from the bathroom. You kicked off your shoes and left them on the floor next to your coat and purse, not bothering to put anything away. Stretching your neck you walked over to the bathroom, finding Winston in relaxing in a hot bath with his eyes closed. You smiled and kneeled next to the bath tub, resting your chin on your crossed arms on the edge of the tub. “Hi”, you smiled tiredly at him. Winston’s eyes opened slightly, watching you from under heavy eyelids. “Hello”, he smiled back at you. “Care to join?” “No, I don’t feel like getting wet”, you said, reaching out one hand to pet and play with his hair. You twirled a wet curl around your finger, Winston’s eyes closing again and a content sigh escaping his lips. He loved when you played with his hair or dug your fingertips into his sensitive scalp. You moved from the side of the tub to the front and brushed his wet hair with your fingers, the little tugs making him hum. Not only did Winston love it when you played with his hair, you loved playing with it. He had such beautiful curls, so soft to the touch. You asked if he had washed it already and when Winston shook his head, you placed a kiss into his hair before getting up to fetch shampoo and conditioner.
Winston had money, that was no secret, and despite loving to shower you with luxurious gifts, he did like to splurge on himself some too. He claimed all of his expensive clothing, accessories and hygiene products were necessary since he had to represent quality and class of the Continental, but you knew he loved it. He loved his genuine Rolex collection, fancy cars, soft cotton shirts and cool silk sheets. Included in all the high-end things he owned was a vast amount of hair products. You picked out shampoo and conditioner to match in scents, both from expensive brands and in fancy bottles, and then returned to Winston. You kneeled on the hard tile floor again, not minding it - you had knelt on all kinds of floorings for Winston before. You scooped some water from Winston’s bath with your hands to properly wet his hair and then poured a bit of shampoo on your palm. It smelled like honey, buttercream and luxury when you rubbed it between your hands and then gently worked it into Winston’s hair, taking time to properly massage it in, which made him basically melt in your hands. You heard him quietly moan at the feeling of your fingers in his hair and on his scalp, sounding awfully delicious and making you do your best to get him a little louder. Feeling a bit devious, you surprised Winston by pulling his hair just a bit. Winston let out a surprised moan and arched his back a little. You smirked to yourself and made up for pulling his hair by massaging the spot softly. “What was that about?” he asked curiously, maybe even a little intrigued. “Nothing”, you chirped innocently. “Really?” “Well, maybe you were being a little quiet”, you confessed, smirking. “In opposition to?” You placed a chin on Winston’s shoulder to whisper in his ear: “I like it when you get loud.”
As you had wished, Winston really put on a show when you got back to his hair. You rinsed off the shampoo and as you massaged it in, Winston made it a point to moan - loudly. “Oh, oh, sweetheart…”, he moaned dryly, “that’s the spot… Oh…” He was being loud enough for the neighbouring suites and the hallway to hear, but when it came to sex, Winston was shameless. He knew what was appropriate and what wasn’t, but he was never ashamed, and when it came to you, a little inappropriate was half the fun. You giggled and slapped his shoulder gently for the theatrics, but you did like it. You wrapped your arms around him while you let the conditioner sit, and kissed Winston’s temple lightly. He put a wet, wrinkly hand on your forearm and just enjoyed being close to you. Maybe he was still slightly disappointed you hadn’t joined him, but at the same time he enjoyed the attention his mane was getting. “Those fingers of yours are magic”, he said. “Wait ‘till you find out what my mouth can do”, you joked, making Winston lightly slap your arm. “Must you always cheapen the moment?” he asked amusedly, turning his head to look at you. You smiled and kissed him on the lips. “Of course I do”, you grinned back at him, making him kiss you again. “I know what your mouth can do, darling”, he smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. “I got a trick or two up my sleeve as well.”