Carol Anne - The Beginning

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I have been turned on by pee games since I was a teenager but regardless of wishing for a playmate I have had only two ladies who willingly (actually
eagerly) played my fantasy games with me. This is a recount of the first one.

Waaay back... when I was wild and free I met Carol Anne on a beach while visiting a friend. She looked pretty hot and seemed like fun so I struck up a conversation.
She had just broken up with a boyfriend and was not too upset about it. We left the beach for my friend's house down the street. Carol Anne had nowhere to be and
neither did I so we hung out for the evening, downing some beers and talking about oh I guess the things people talk about when they are interested in finding out
about one another. We found out that although we lived an hour away, we were one town away from each other. We exchanged numbers and started dating.

It was a couple dates later that we started having sex. We were in my apartment the first time and after some petting I felt that she soaked through not only her
panties but her white denim pants. Just from petting! This was a huge turn on.

She lived with her parents and 2 sisters so we always wound up at my apartment. We saw each other a few times a week. Our sex life at first seemed very milktoast.
As we grew to know each other we turned to more and more variety and different levels of kinky.

Carol Anne had a penchant for alcohol... a strong penchant. It made her whacko a lot of times but it sure did wonders to remove her inhibitions. But before she
drank to the threshold her act was somewhat prudish. I would come to know, one by one, her different kinks and fantasies but she treaded very carefully into letting
me in on them. I almost got the feeling she was lying to herself about what she would... and would not do.

Carol Anne had a few personal philosophies. One was "If one is good, two is better." An example (other than her drinking) was her confession to me that once, on a
long car ride with her parents, she  discreetly slid her panties off, pulled a pillow over her lap, and teased her clit and pussy to orgasm after orgasm after
orgasm - for a 2 hour trip! She said at one point her mom looked back suspiciously at her but Carol Anne didn't know if she actually knew that her finger was buried
inside her. I think she told me that her mom found her panties in the car days later but honeslty can't remember the outcome.

Carol Anne loved sex... and more sex, then more and more. She liked to be tied up and used. Her fantasy was to be taken by pirates so my job was to make her feel
as if she had.

She liked to be watched as she touched herself (I actually think that's a common fantasy with women). And as every little confesion left her lips, that fantasy
became fair game as a real life game we could play out.

For quite some time there was no such thing as pee fantasies or games. Pee was just pee. Yeah she would leave the bathroom door open but it was simply because
of the comfort level betwen us. Then... the first inkling. It happened so innocently that I didn't even know that a line had been crossed. Carol Anne was
kind of sneaky and like I said before would play the shy and prudish. I came to understand that game somewhat later.

She was good and buzzed one evening when she told me about something that happened with a girlfriend. They had gone to a huge state park with their dogs.
Carol Anne says at one point they separated and she couldn't find her friend for a long time. Some days later her friend confessed that she was in the woods
"playing" with her German Shepard. She told Carol Anne that she learned that if she knelt and peed on the ground, her pet would come over and lick her. Carol
Anne told this story in a way that she acted like she was shocked. I never believed the story but thought much later that this may have been a fantasy of
hers. Or maybe she had a fantasy of a man watching her pee and licking her.

The first time I watched Carol Anne pee other than in a toilet was on a hike to an abandoned quarry. It was a five minute walk from where we had to park. We had hiked in and were sitting on a bench that some lunatic had dragged from who knows where and place beside the quarry pond. Carol Anne told me she had to
pee but had no toilet paper. I offered to walk back to the car to get tissues.

As of then, pee games were not in our itinerary. I had never even let Carol know of my pee fantasies. I guess I was afraid if I did and it turned her away,
those fantasies would be shot to hell. At least without mentioning it, they were still a possibility.

Yes I knew there would be no great pee game but my dick had other ideas. It got hard as a rock as I walked back to the car, knowing that I would get to see
Carol Anne pee out there in those woods. I stopped before reaching the car, yanked it out and stroked to a very strong orgasm. It took less than 30 seconds.

All the way I prayed that she would not change her mind and pee before I returned, destroying the hope that I had. I got back to her and handed her the tissues.
I did not sit but stood in front of her. Carol Anne stood just enough to slide her panties off. I reached out to hold them for her. She obliged. I could feel
pressure building again as I saw her scoot to the front edge of the bench and simply pee onto the ground as if she did it every day. She had to have seen the
bulge in my pants and noticed that I could barely breathe.

As the stream trickled slower I gulped and took a huge risk. Before I could think twice I blurted out "Can I dry you off?" She coyly handed me the pack of tissues
and said "You can." She parted her legs wide, giving me a great view of her pussy, damp with her pee and the little droplets that somehow got on the sides of her
lips and the very tops of her thighs.

I pulled out a single tissue and went to work like a surgeon... a very gentle, slow, deliberate surgeon. I was going to make this last as long as I thought I
could get away with. When I pulled away she sat upright, reached to me for her panties and said, in a voice somewhere east of sincere and west of mocking,
"Thank you. That was nice." At that moment I did not know whether she meant it was a nice gesture or if she liked the feeling of her partner wiping her after peeing in front of him.

Just two week later we went to a park on a large reservoir to go fishing off the bank. Carol Anne swore short terry cloth gym shorts and a tank top, I
think. We were there about a half hour when she told me she had to pee from the large coffee she drank in the car. I asked if she wanted me to follow her up
the hill to the woods and stand cover for her as she peed. I was shocked what happened next. Apparently her peeing outside in front of me had opened that door
completely. She answered "No that's OK. I'll just go here." "Here" was on a very open bank of the water with people about 200 hundred yards away on the opposite
bank.

Like no big deal, she peeled off her short (she wore no panties) and squatted down in the sand, in full view of myself and 2 or 3 strangers at a distance. It was
the hottest thing I'd ever seen her do. When she finished and stood up, she did not put her shorts on but took me by the hand behind a large tree and handed me
her terry shorts, asking "Would you dry me off hunny bunny? You did such a good job at the quarry."

I took the shorts but did not use them. I took another risk, seeing that she was turning this into a sexy game, with an exciting exhibitionist component thrown
in. I used my index finger to wipe her, a little at a time and each stroke, put my finger up to my tongue and licked it. The first time took Carol Anne off guard
(or at least she pretended to be taken back) but she parted her legs just enough to allow me to do my work and while I was cleaning her, she asked "Does it taste OK?"
I answered "I love your taste sweety." This changed the game once more for the better.

This was not the end of the story of my time with Carol Anne but the beginning. This is just all I am writing down now because I have to sort our escapades into some kind
of sensible order. There was a lot of alcohol and a lot of games... all kinds. I will write more later.

 

[Alfresco 11,631]

That sounds like you had great times with Carole Anne.   Thanks for sharing and I certainly look forward to hearing more if you are willing.

[-Z. 333]

This was absolutely electric. Thank you and I really hope to hear more!