Posted by Polly on December 14, 2010 at 18:41 [76.99.3.220]
I told him that I'd do whatever he wanted. Of course, when I said that I had only known him for an hour and I might have been a little intoxicated. But we had hit it off at the bar so well. The way that strangers do in the movies, where "true love" occurs at an illogical pace. It was just idle chatter at first, something to kill the time while we waited for our next round of drinks. Then we were talking about this and then that. And now here we were.
"Sexually, I'm into some pretty weird stuff," he said. I wasn't even sure how we got into this topic. Judging by how his face turned red, I don't think he knew either.
"Like what?" I asked. Anyone else listening in might have thought I was playing him, drawing out something naughty and interesting from him. The truth, however, is that I was honestly curious. My life was boring and lacking the "weird stuff" that he seemed to know all about.
"Ah, you know," he said, trying to brush it off.
"No, I don't know. Tell me."
"I'm just into stuff that...well, some people would call it a taboo."
Now I was really curious. You can't say that to somebody and expect them not to want to know what it is. I decided to try a different tactic.
"I'm only in the city for a night."
"Really?"
"Yeah," I said. "I don't live around here, I'm here for business. One night, that's it."
"That's a real shame. You've been such good company."
"As have you," I said with a smile. "Look, I don't normally do this...but I like you, and I want to go a little bit out of my comfort zone tonight."
"Yeah?" he asked, interested in what I was proposing.
"I'm married," I admitted, though I realized that he had been probably been staring at my wedding ring all night.
"I know."
"I'm boring. I don't have fun, I don't try new things. Everyday feels like a routine. I just want one night where it's anything but the usual."
"What are you proposing," he asked with a smile.
"I'll do whatever you want tonight. Your dirtiest most shameful fantasy, tell me what it is and I'll do it."
"I don't know about that," he said, laughing out loud.
"Why not? What is there to lose? After tonight, you don't ever have to see me or hear from me again. I don't live here, and I likely won't ever be coming back. So for one night, I want to just throw caution to the wind." I thought for a moment before adding, "Please?"
"Well..."
I could tell he was beginning to warm up to my idea.
"Yes?"
"My fantasies...I've never told them to anyone, nor have I ever acted on them before."
"Ok, fine, here's your chance. It's fair, right? I get a night of completely ignoring my boring life and just doing...whatever. You get a chance at having an open minded person do whatever you want them to do."
"What if I want you to set yourself on fire?"
"Well...do you want me to set myself on fire?"
"No."
"Ok, then I guess we don't need to worry about that."
"Alright then," he said. I could see him thinking. The wheels were turning in his head. He was on the verge of saying what he wanted. Finally, he spoke again: "What if I wanted you to shit your pants?"
"Is that what you want?" I asked him again, with a completely straight face.
"Yes."
"Okay."
"Really?"
"If that's what you want."
"It is."
"Okay, then."
"Okay."
"So, how do you want me to do it?"
"Well," he paused and thought about it again. I could imagine the turmoil his poor mind must've been going through. So many years of pent up fantasizing, only to finally have someone ready and willing. What would he choose? What would he want me to do?
"We can go back to your place if you want," I said. "I'll shit my panties for you."
"No," he said."
"No?" I was confused.
"I want you to shit your panties here."
"Here?" I asked. "In front of all these people?"
"Yeah. I want you to fill your panties up with everyone around us."
"Well, okay. If this is what you want."
"It is," he assured me. I could hear some confidence returning to his voice. He believed that I wanted to do this, and that was what he needed to know. I could tell that he was feeling this now.
"I can't just...shit my pants on command, though," I said.
"I guess that's true. Too nervous?"
"Well...no, actually. These people are all strangers. I'm pretty sure I can...perform here. I'm thinking more along the lines that I don't have to go right now."
"We can fix that, can't we?"
"What are you going to do, buy me an enema?"
"That's a good idea, actually," he said with a laugh.
"Well, if you want to."
"Do you think you'd need it?"
I thought about it for a moment. It had been a while since I had used the toilet for a poo. Before this gentleman had begun talking to me, I had even considered ducking out the bar and heading back to my hotel room to use the toilet before checking out some of the nightlife.
"I think if we wait a little bit I'll be able to do something."
"Fair enough. I'll keep the drinks coming," he said with a smile.
And keep the drinks coming he did. We started losing track of time, just sitting and talking to each other while continuing to drink. Our inhibitions were loosening even more as we talked about everything that came to our minds. Amusingly enough, though, we both seemed to be avoiding saying things that would identify who we were. It seemed like a given that tonight was a one-and-done type of ordeal.
"Okay," I said finally, after drinking and chatting for close to two hours. "I'm ready."
"Ready?"
"Yeah, to do what you wanted me to do."
"Oh yeah," he said with a big smile.
"Now...is this all you wanted? To see a girl shit her pants in public?"
"You said you wanted a night without inhibitions. I think you should simply start with what I asked, and then see where the night takes you after that."
"Fair enough," I said. "Let's start than, shall we?"
I stood up from the table we managed to acquire near the back corner of the bar. I ran my hands down my sides and over the black slacks I was wearing. I thought for a moment about the panties I was wearing. They were white. They were boring. Probably the most boring panties someone could own. I suddenly, wanted to see those panties destroyed. I wanted to shit in them, I wanted to fill those panties with something that didn't belong in them. As if only to make a statement against the monotony that they represented.
I tried pushing while standing up. Nothing was really happening. I could feel the pressure in my bowels. In theory, I had to go. But whether it was the position I was in, the people talking and walking around me or the fact that i was trying to poop my pants...something an adult is not supposed to do, I couldn't say.
"It's not coming," I said.
"Maybe you need to bend your knees a little. Squat some."
"Squat?"
"Wouldn't that be a more comfortable pooping position?"
"You want me to squat in a busy bar, just to shit my pants in front of everyone?"
"I thought you were going to do anything and everything tonight?"
He had a good point there. I smiled and nodded. That was fine.
"So," I asked. "Should I make a show of it?"
"A show?"
"Well sure. Should I play up the part a little bit? Make it obvious as to whats happening here? What would enhance your fantasy?"
"My dick is already hard, baby," he said. "Anything else you want to do right now is just gravy."
It was a little bit of adrenaline, a little bit of arousal but mostly, it was pure alcohol that was giving me the strength to do this. But I was really feeling this now and I wanted to give this guy an experience that would rival one of his fantasies. I bit my lip, closed my eyes for a moment and took one final breath. There'd be no coming back now.
"Oh god," I exclaimed, loudly enough so that the people around us might have been able to hear us.
"W-what's wrong?" he exclaimed. I could tell that he was unsure if I was acting now or if I had a serious concern.
"I...I don't think I'm going to make it to the bathroom!"
I immediatley squatted low to the ground and gave one firm push to my anus. It was all I needed, and suddenly I was shitting my panties. For the first time in my entire life that I could remember, I was purposefully pooping my pants. I could hear the area around us getting quiet. Maybe they had heard me. Maybe I had been louder than I thought. Maybe it was just a coincidence. I stayed in my squatting position until I had finished my deed. Amazingly, I had quite a bit of "deed" to do. When it was said and done, I was astonished that my panties could hold it all. I could feel the squishy mass back there, and it was heavy.
For the first time, I could feel a few sets of eyes looking at me. Most people seemed to not have noticed, but there were some curious glances here and there. I looked back to him for a clue as to where to go with this. He was of no help though, as he was staring at me, his mouth open slightly ajar. I had to think fast of how I should carry this on now, as I seemed to be in it alone for the moment.
"Oh god...I can't believe I...I just shit my pants. Really bad too."
"You...did, didn't you?" he finally said to me.
"I can't believe I just did that," I said.
"Nor can I," he said. I could see that some of the color was returning to his face. He stood up from his chair to get a better look at me.
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to play up the role of the unfortunate date who just shit herself while at the bar. Was I playing a role, though?
"You should be sorry," he said, a little louder now, "I can't believe you just pooped your pants." He walked towards me and turned me around to get a better look at my back side.
As I was spun about, I caught the eyes of a few people who were now staring right back at me, curious to see what was happening over here.
"Did she really just..." I heard one person whisper to another.
"I think she pooped herself, yeah," another said.
"Yeah, you really filled these panties up good," he said to me now. I could feel his hands, cupping the mound on my bottom. "What a disgusting little girl you are. Let's get out of here."
Briskly, he grabbed me by my hand and pulled me through the bar towards the door. As I trailed behind, I could see the people looking at me and pointing. Laughing. The story of the girl who just shit herself was traveling through the bar at a speed faster than that in which we were leaving, somehow.
Finally, we were outside the bar. He pulled me close to him, and i looked up into this eyes. Our faces came close together and our lips locked.
"Thank you," he said. "That was amazing."
"Seriously, though," I reminded him. "I just pooped my pants. What are we going to do about that?"
"Who said we were done?"
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