Posted by Maria on June 30, 2009 at 15:46 [76.113.117.88]
First, thanks for all the responses below. I appreciate your support.
As some of you know, I have not been practicing my fetish for months and months now, since I am acting as caretaker for my elderly aunt. Today the relatives came and took her for a bit of a field trip down to Albuquerque. I don't know why -- this place could rank at least third in a conetst for America's most boring city. Anyway, I was left to do some shopping.
I was halfway finished when I got the urge. I hadn't done my business this morning -- just wasn't ready. It hit me halfway between the meat department and the dairy. I held myself together and went to the check-out stand. If there had been some hot guys around, I might have dropped right then and there, but with some redneck gal at the register and a Native American matron behind me in line, I decided not to.
I pushed the shopping cart across the parking lot. I started loading groceries in the back of the car. By that time I could feel a big old fat boy starting to push fabric. The urge was irresistible. It had been SUCH a long time since I've done it.
I looked around. No one was very close to me in the parking lot. Unable to control myself, I cut loose. It was a big one, too. It felt fantastic, as always. I wheeled the shopping cart over to the cart rack. Gingerly, I felt my rear end. My stretch pants were certainly stretched. I didn't have a mirror, of course, but it felt like I had a bulge the size of a softball back there. Though no one was very close to me, there were of course a few other people in the parking lot. It's just amazing what people fail to notice when it's right in front of their eyes.
I got into the car. I sat down hard and fast on the car seat, as firmly as possible, because I always get a thrill out of feeling that big soft explosion in my underwear. I was not disappointed.
I started to drive home. This is not the type of city where you see a lot of scowls. Most people drive down the road with a smile, because they're either blissed out on New Age consciousness, smoking killer weed, or just happy that they're worth about ten mil. But I bet no one guessed the real reason I was smiling!!!!!
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