Suddenly - I tasted something familiar, and realized that she was releasing, dribbling a little into my mouth while I licked her slowly. Luckily the dorm floor was tiled, so this would wipe up easily. And she wasn't even pissing that much, just a slow leak that I licked clean off her.
"Good slave," she said when she was finished, and then she took a step back and smoothed her skirt down.
I stared after her; I didn't feel finished. I wanted more. But she flounced out, with nothing more than a, "bye, slave."
And so I found a roll of paper towels and a spray bottle to clean the mess on my floor before heading to breakfast, and the next day of orientation activities.
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By the end of the day, I was vibrating with the desire to see her. We had been locked in activities all morning and afternoon of only middling amusement. In the dining halls between our scheduled orientation activities, I looked for her among the tables in vain. I didn't know if she was a fellow freshman, or an upperclassman, or what: but I looked for her everywhere as I walked around campus.
So it was of great surprise to me when, climbing the stairs that led to my own dorm room, I suddenly ran into her exiting our shared hallway.
"Oh good, toilet slave, it's you," she said, catching me by the arm as she passed. "You're coming with me."
"What?"
She tugged me down the stairs and outside, onward, past the parking lot and to the treeline.
"I feel like going for a walk in the woods. You do know the woods, don't you? Have you explored them yet?"
"There was a campfire at one of the fire pits on the first night of orientation, but I didn't go," I admitted.
"Didn't go? Ah, toilet slave. Maybe you ought to be a little bolder. It would have been good for you to explore the woods on your first day. You could use that information now, instead of relying on me." She winked at me, and I nearly tripped over a crack in the sidewalk.
I followed (and was tugged by) Caroline all the way to the entrance of the woods: an inconspicuous dirt path leading behind the athletic center.
For several minutes, we walked together along the trail in silence, with Caroline in front and me behind: I watched the swaying bounce of her hips back and forth, back and forth. She had a hypnotic effect on me. I wasn't paying attention to anything beyond the subtle movements of Caroline's body, and finding sure footing on the dirt path. There were risks of stumbling over tree roots, or clipping oneself in the face with some unpruned plant stretching over the trail.
So I kept my eyes on my feet, and on Caroline's backside, and didn't notice much else: not the direction we were traveling, nor the appearance of our surroundings. I was, however, relieved that we didn't run into any other people.
After we had walked in for about 10 minutes, Caroline turned back to look at me for the first time. "Come with me," she said, and stepped over and between two trees, connected at the base and growing apart. We walked off the trail and into the underbrush; Caroline led me forward until we reached a little cloistered area with an enormous felled tree trunk occupying the open center. Trees and bushes lined the tiny clearing, so it was impossible to see the trail from here.
"Help me up," she said, turning to indicate that I should assist her in scaling the side of the fallen tree trunk. I gave her my hand, and let her stand on my knee, and soon she was perched on top of the trunk.
She was out of reach just above my head, and with the afternoon light filtering through the trees and her own golden hair, she looked beautiful. Very much like I imagined a wood nymph or a forest maiden would appear: in this clearing, high and out of reach, looking luminescent.
But then Caroline braced her heels against the trunk, lifted her skirt up, slid her panties down to her knees, and said, "Come here, toilet slave."
I approached, as much as I could. My chest was flush with the mossy bark and I was looking up at her, at her parted legs, at her pussy between.
"Right there is perfect," she crooned.
I was just wondering how she was possibly going to aim in my mouth from here - but then she started urinating. Already. Not aiming for my mouth. Just aiming for me.
I realized suddenly that she meant to soak me and leave me sodden. She meant to piss all over me. She'd relieve herself and I would be forced to walk out of the woods wet and cold and smelling of her.
The first arc of piss sprayed out of her cunt and pattered down, almost rhythmically, on my neck and chest. I tried to move my mouth closer, to catch it instead, but I kept my eyes closed to prevent them from catching any splashback. I couldn't really see what I was doing. I only caught vague, watery glimpses of Caroline, leaning back while she gushed all over me. I felt warm wetness trickling down my scalp, my sides, my legs.
