Posted by julie on June 30, 2009 at 21:02 [64.179.8.20]
Well, the board seems to have gotten pretty civilized lately, so maybe it's safe to tell you about something I did last week.
Saturday was my niece's birthday, and I was a little late getting around to buying her a present. Friday night I had dinner (and a couple glasses of beer) with a friend. Finally I looked at my watch and saw it was about 30 minutes till Walmart would be closing. I explained the need to do some quick shopping and we paid our check and left the restaurant.
I made it to Walmart at a quarter to ten and headed quickly to the toy section. My niece wanted something called Baby Alive, so I started scanning the shelves. Unfortunately, while I was looking, I began to feel the need to go to the bathroom (I hadn't pooped since Thursday morning). Cursing the fact that time was slipping away, I headed for the restrooms--which were at the opposite end of the store. But urgency turned quickly to desperation...halfway to the restroom I realized that I had a turd inside me that was determined to be liberated immediately. A few more steps and it was touching cotton.
I froze. OK, I've pooped in my panties a gazillion times, but almost always at home, once or twice outdoors where I was unlikely to be noticed, but never in a place this public. I was losing control of my bowels! I thought it over and decided what the hell, if I couldn't control it, I might as well enjoy it. I was glad that I was wearing a skirt instead of bluejeans.
I turned and headed back to the toy section, as my turd slowly crept out. I had a medium-sized turd in my pants by the time I spotted Baby Alive--and I had to laugh when I realized that it was a doll that drinks from a bottle and then pees in its diaper. As I headed for the checkout, my mind was forming an image of the "new improved" Baby Alive--it eats and then poops in its pants!
I barely stopped for an instant at the checkout, popped my credit card in the reader, and was off before anyone could detect my secret. I enjoyed feeling the turd between my cheeks as I walked to my car, but getting in the car and sitting down on it was awesome...I rocked a little as I drove, and I almost came without even touching myself!
By the time I got to my apartment building I had to pee pretty badly. I got out of the car and walked around to the side of the building where I stood in the shadows and urinated between two bushes, nearly climaxing again as the warm pee ran down my legs.
Finally I went inside. I was ready to finish my bowel movement, but I managed to hold on while I wrapped the present with trembling hands.
Then I took off everything except my panties and put on an old pair of sweatpants (in case anything escaped my panties). I lay face down on the bed and masturbated as I released my bowels and filled my panties. I was so exhausted (and gratified) after four or five orgasms, I just went to sleep like that. Saturday morning I was a complete mess when I woke up, but I stayed in bed long enough to bring myself off one more time.
It still gets me hot, just thinking about it four days later--and as I masturbate over it now, I'm thinking of other places where I might go unnoticed as I have an accident!
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