This is the first story in a short series of true stories about a fetish that has developed over the course of a few years.
The series was presented to me by my friend, Jeff and to him, I dedicate the stories.
The stories are not in chronological order, as they happened. No names or places have been changed.
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Because C.B. radios were very popular at the time, I met many friends. One such friend was Carol who was 54 at the time.
For a few years, I was always on the C.B. and made lots of new friends up and down the coast. I was a trucker at the time and made a lot of long distance contacts. It turned out to be a very interesting hobby.
One evening, I spoke to a couple near where I lived at the time and we attempted to see how far we could stay in contact over the C.B. We managed to talk even though we were several miles apart.
I spoke to them every night because I used to drive at night and it filled the long hours on the road.
One Friday night I had finished work and they said we should meet, so I went to their house.
The gentleman was in his 60's and Carol was slightly younger, but a little overweight and as far as looks were concerned, not the best of the bunch by any stretch of the imagination but she had a nice personality and was very pleasant.
We chatted for a while about our interest in radio and after a coffee, I left.
The following Friday, they asked me to meet them again. During our conversation, it was suggested Carol go out with me to the nearby hills for some C.B. chatting.
I found out they weren't married, but just lived together as friends. I didn't push it any further as he obviously didn't mind her being out with me., And to be quite honest, I had no ulterior motives, at the time.
We reached a good spot for radio reception at about 1:00 a.m. and proceeded to call.
We had a few contacts, and included Carol's friend and roommate (his name was John by the way), back at their house. Nothing happened for a while, just chatting with people, until she said she needed to take a pee.
She got out of the car, and walked to the front of it. I told her to be careful, as the ground was uneven, so I put the side lights on, not with any ulterior motive, I assure you.
I thought she would be discreet, as there was cover. Instead, she lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and with her ass pointing in my direction, she began to pee.
I got the full view of her pee as it splashed on the ground. She didn't seem bothered.
As far as I was concerned, with my fetish for pee, I had a massive bulge in my trousers.
"You do realize I could see everything," I said.
"I'm not bothered of you're not," She replied.
There was a break in radio contacts, and she reached over and squeezed my hand, smiling. I looked directly into her eyes and smiled back. Within a couple of seconds, we were kissing and our mouths opened, tongues between each others lips.
After a few minutes, we resumed chatting to our contacts. Apparently there had been no sex between her and John, and as she put it, "I've not had 'IT' for a long time. She added openly that she knew she wasn't exactly desirable to men, being fat and not that good looking.
As far as I'm concerned a woman is a woman. It's not looks that matter, it's character and attitude to life and that applies to everybody.
"Did you enjoy seeing me having a piss?" She asked.
I assured her that I did and was pleasantly surprised that she used the word piss. In fact, as time progressed, she used a few more naughty words.
We kissed again and I put my hand inside her jacket and up her
t-shirt. I hadn't noticed before that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her breasts were large, and hung down. Then I got a shock; her nipples were erect, but it was the length that surprised me. They felt to be over an inch long. I squeezed her pendulous breasts and concentrated on her huge tits.
Meanwhile she reached over and squeezed the bulge in my trousers. Then without warning, she was undoing my belt and pulling down the zip. She pulled my stiff cock from my underwear and started pulling back my foreskin.
I had to stop her, while I made a C.B. contact with John and a couple of others just to keep what we were doing secret.
But it didn't stop Carol. I continued to chat on the radio as best I could, while she continued to pull my foreskin back hard making my knob head throb.
I knew I wouldn't hold out long and signed off with a call, to await replies.
I felt myself coming and told her. She leaned over and clasped her mouth over my cock and squeezed my swollen balls.
That was it; I shot my load and surprisingly, she swallowed it all and kept sucking until my cock went soft. She wasn't going to waste any and she sat up, licking her lips. "Did you enjoy that?" She asked.
"So fucking true." I replied.
"Can we have more fun?" She asked
"Sure." I said.
She wanted to go up this hillside again, the following Friday. I agreed, and asked what things she'd like to do.
She was openly bold with her reply.
"I'd like you to lick my cunt and fuck me and I expect you'd like to see me piss again."
"I would love to watch you take another piss. I loved seeing you piss," I said, and told her about my secret pee fetish.