Carol Anne - Odds & Ends

[polecat 247]

There were so many things that happened with that girl. I couldn't remember all of them at any one time. I wrote many into different accounts but am left with some odds and ends that aren't part of any account already posted. I will convey some here as I recall them.

Carol Anne's standard dress code was a short skirt or dress and almost always, no panties. She liked to pee easily as it was part of her frequent sex game agenda and no panties made it very simple. Not to say she never peed in panties. She did but she rarely did when she was not home so she could change them before they became cold and uncomfortable.

She also needed quick easy access to her pussy and clit as her favorite thing in life was being touched. If no one was willing and able to do this for her she had no hesitation about doing it herself... a lot.

Carol Anne asked one time to take her to the pet store. We did not have a pet at the time and I just assumed she wanted to shop for one. Eventually I learned never to assume anything about Carol Anne or take anything about her for granted.

Halfway down the first isle she stopped, parted her legs ever so slightly and peed a small puddle while I watched. It was super hot to see and fulfilled her task of making my dick hard. Her unexpected pees drove me wild the most. I liked watching her pee any time but when she took me by surprise it instantly turned my dick to granite.

She wheeled around and teased "Hunny bunny. Someone's puppy peed on the floor. You will tell someone right? They need to clean it up before anybody slips."

"Yes WE will tell someone." I made to sure to emphasize "WE."

Next isle she did the same thing... not once but twice. "You better tell them because there is a lot of pee in this store."

"Uh OK" although I was losing the courage to point out an epidemic of pee  accidents.

She peed 3 more times making a complete lap of the store. The only isles where she did not pee were where other shoppers were.

After a complete tour of the store and no sign of Carol Anne stopping to look at kittens or puppies she picked up a colored tennis ball from a kiosk of dog toys. She asked "Buy me this?"

I did and we left without telling the manager (or anybody) about the 6 different puddles that my girlfriend blessed their floor with.

When we were in the car driving she opened the bag and took out the ball. She put it to her nose and smelled it then put it to my nose to do the same. Carol Anne had a thing about the way things smelled... many things. After this ritual she lifted herself off the seat a few inches and placed the ball carefully deep between her thighs... far enough back that her pussy was pressed down on it. She enjoyed getting my attention and kept it by rocking her pelvis back and forth, openly masturbating with her new toy for her pleasure and my enjoyment. She had an orgasm and after she did, she put the ball to my nose for another sniff. It didn't really smell like her because of the strong odor it possessed but it was quite damp. She joked "I peed on it just a little. Do you like it now?" I reassured her I did.

I pulled into the mall parking lot and fingered her to another orgasm as she yanked me to a very respectable explosion. After, she swung her legs out and peed, sitting on the door jamb.

One time car shopping with her she chased the stick-to-you-like-fly-paper salesman off, telling him we would find him when we needed to. She leaned against a car window, pretending to be looking inside. She raised her skirt just enough to pee one long squirt on the door of the car. Then she walked away grunting "I don't like that one." She slipped a finger between her lips and offered it to my mouth to taste. Carol Anne did not like a number of cars that day... all the same way. At the last one we inspected, she spread her legs and peed completely, leaving a large pool on the pavement.

In Home Depot, she climbed a stair / ladder thingy to give me a perfect view of her naked ass and pussy then slowly dribbled out 3 seconds of pee to bring the show to a new level.

If we were in a semi-public place yet hidden fom view of others, there was an excellent chance that she would squat in front of me, pull my dick out and lick it as she peed merrily on the ground. It was like she needed something else to do while she peed. This brief game happened a lot and I was not going to discourage it. It usually ended with a frenzy fuck as soon as we were in a location where we could.

She has unzipped and sucked my erection while I ordered from the clown at McDonalds.

Carol Anne was quite at home at the park, especially if there was a playground. She has peed down sliding boards, on the swing set, on the bleachers above me, sometimes mixing it up on a single visit.

I know many couples pee on each other in the tub but Carol Anne was generally not that formal. She would wrap her legs around my leg as I shaved and let her hot pee flow down my thigh. Usually she would get what she wanted and I would be a bit late for work.

If she was lacking attention while I was driving she would resort to tactics like removing her panties then hold them against her pussy and pee on them. She then would touch the wet panties against my cheek or my arm. Sometimes she would just massage her hole as deep as she could reach her finger then offer the sticky finger to my nose or tongue. I learned to drive with one hand from being with her.

One time in a hotel elevator she peed in a Ziploc bag and nonchalantly carried it down the hall to our room where she dumped it in the toilet. It was probably the most attention our toilet got from her that trip.

If we were riding bicycles it was rare for her to get off the bike to pee. She liked to scoot her ass a little to the side of the seat and pull her shorts aside to allow her pussy a straight shot at the ground. If we were hiking she preferred to find a fallen tree to sit on, side saddle because it put on a much hotter show and I would lick, finger, or fuck her as my way of applauding.

We had a favorite watering hole (yes, pun intended) which had a layout more perfect for sex play than we could have designed ourselves. Along one long wall were about 3 steps up to a raised level. There was a 3 foot wall between that level and the floor level. We always took the corner booth which had seating on 2 sides and overlooked the steps up. You could see a waitress long before she got to us. We played in that booth so many times I can't count. But I do remember the games. One night I was lightly touching Carol Annes clit over cocktails and she squirted a bit. It drenched my finger and made a wet spot on her skirt. I casually took a paper napkin off the table, gently wiped her pussy dry then the wooden seat in front of her. As the waitress approached our table I wiped my mouth with the napkin and tossed it on the empty appetizer plate. The girl picked up the dish and carried it away without a second thought. Carol Anne was amused enough by this game that she took napkins twice and peed into them a little then put them on the table.

She has taken her panties off sitting in a restaurant numerous times - usually stuffing them in my pocket or first touching my skin with them if they were wet.

She peed in a paper cup while going through a conveyor belt car wash. Then opened the door and casually poured it on the ground when we exited.

One time in an elegant restaurant, she reached under my cloth napkin, unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. She stroked it a bit but I was too uncomfortable to enjoy it and asked to end it before cumming.

OK Here's a question. If you were Carol Anne and you were riding a ferris wheel over the boardwalk what would you do to make the day memorable? That's easy. You would take a package of tissues from your purse, pee in them one at a time then launch the little damp balls over the side of the car. If she had used her enormous creativity for profit she would have been seriously wealthy.

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Wow I've said it before, you two had a wild and crazy time together