Posted by Maria on March 11, 2010 at 08:18 [67.164.150.78]
Well, here is the story of my latest adventure.
As some of you know, I spent the winter south of the border. I have some family members in Mexico, but I also went down to Guatemala for a while to visit an ex-boyfriend named Jim whom I still like very much. He works for an organization that supplies public health to the villages, and he has an office in Quetzaltenango.
He took me all over the place. We rode on the local bus. In Guatemala, these contraptions are called “chicken buses” because country people sometimes bring their critters on the bus with them. People are stuffed in like sardines. Most of the time you have to stand up and cannot move at all.
Well, you can imagine what happens when a person is jammed in at the back of the bus and has no way to even move, and might be stuck there for hours. On two separate occasions I could smell the distinct aroma of full britches, and knew that some folks had been stretched beyond their physical endurance. I didn’t mention anything to Jim because I know he is very conventional, not the least bit kinky, but of course my pervert nature was highly aroused.
One day I went to Antigua by myself. I have a second cousin there. She’s from Mexico City but married to a guy who owns a few trendy shops in Antigua, so they live there most of the time. I should have taken the shuttle, but I took the chicken bus instead. That turned out to be a big mistake.
My cousin’s husband was a very nasty old man. Whenever I went into the bathroom to pee, he followed me. He made a lot of excuses about making sure I was well supplied with toilet paper and hand soap, and so on, but the bottom line was that, like many places in Guatemala, the bathroom didn’t have a door, just a curtain, and I knew he was standing right outside listening to me pee and getting a boner about it.
Every time his wife left the room to make more tea, the old goat had his hand up my skirt and was snapping the elastic on my panties. I let him get away with it because I didn’t want to start a family fight between the two of them, but when it was time for me to get the bus back to Quetzaltenango, I didn’t linger to use the bathroom, even though I really had to poop. I didn’t want him following me in there again, and I thought I could hold it till I got back to Jim’s place.
Those of you who get a big stiffy for desperation would have fallen madly in love with me, because I was standing near the back of the bus, unable to move, packed in like I was part of a cattle car. I was biting my lip and clenching my fists as I tried to hold onto my bowel control. I was gasping, breathing hard, head almost spinning.
The decent, dignified part of me was saying, “Come on, girl, you can do it! Just hold on a little longer!” But my inner fetish freak was screaming inside my head, saying, “Oh my God, Maria! This is the perfect opportunity! Just let go!!!”
We were still about an hour away from Quetzaltenango when my inner pervert won the Battle of the Bowels. I surrendered to my body and my own kinky nature and just stood there loading my big white cotton full briefs with poop. There was no way to conceal what I had done. Everyone standing near me in the bus was aware that I had done it in my pants. No one said anything, though. The peasants never do. They just stoically accept whatever life puts in their path – which of course makes them the perfect audience.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to go all the way to the Minerva Station and get a taxi. You can be quite certain that no taxi driver would ever have allowed me to get into his car, even in a country where everyone is poor and they need the money. Instead, many people got off at the roundabout where they have the big statue of Tecun Uman, so I was finally able to move, even exit the bus, and walk home from there.
It was dark, and I was walking on side streets, so not too many people saw me. But I was aware that a few people were staring. I didn’t have the nerve to turn around and look, just kept walking with my head bowed low, but I was experiencing that kinky thrill that some of us get when we know for sure that a stranger has noticed that we are walking around with our underwear totally packed.
Like I said, Jim is very conventional, he doesn’t have a kinky bone in his body, so he couldn’t quite disguise the look of disgust when I got back home to his house and had to announce that I’d had a big accident on the bus. (Of course it wasn’t really an accident, but a vanilla guy would never suspect the truth.)
I went into the bathroom to change, and I confess that I did something really perverse. I left the door open as I removed my skirt. I made a big pretense of washing my hands before I got around to emptying the load into the toilet, spending so much time at it that I know he had plenty of opportunity to see my bulging white undies quite clearly. Even though I know it doesn’t turn him on, I still got a really major cheap thrill out of the whole thing.