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Since I don't have any kids, I didn't need to sit by the phone waiting for them to call. And since I woke up way too early, I thought, "The grocery store opens at six, I might as well shop early and avoid the crowds."
So I drive down to Albertson's, no one is there except a few senior citizens, the sort of folks who really do stand there waiting for the doors to open so they can shop early. I am wearing a grey sweatshirt, tight black stretch pants, and of course enormous white nylon full briefs as I stroll through the aisles, doing my shopping.
Of course, it is so early that I have not yet done my "daily business," and now, despite the lack of a good breakfast, I am feeling the urge.
Shopping done, I go to the bathroom and OOPS! Some old Mexican lady is busily cleaning the facilities.
Okay, no problem, I can wait till I get home. Right?
Well, maybe.... As I stand in line, the urge is getting stronger, and I am gritting my teeth.
By the time I walk out of the store with two shopping bags, one in each hand, I am taking deep breaths to hold myself together.
I look around. The only cars in the giant parking lot are my own, an SUV that probably belongs to some rancher, and the cars of the few employees that are on the early shift. At the corner, the free bus for seniors is picking up some of the older folks that shop early like me.
So I say to myself, "Oh Maria, don't be such a silly old fuss budget! There's no one around! Just let nature have its way!"
I know that my housemate is not at home, spending the weekend with a boyfriend in Albuquerque. Absolute freedom is mine, so I stand there on the curb, expressing my freedom as I simply "let go," releasing my big morning load into my underwear. Wow! What a Mother! They might have been giants!
Needless to say, the walk through the parking lot is pleasant, erotically stimulating and wonderful as it can only be when you're strolling down the road with britches bulging.
Now time to get in the car. You sit down, and KA-BOOM! That familiar "soft explosion in your underwear." We all know it well, don't we?
A lovely ride home, a change of panties, and the day seems charming and bright.
So I drive down to Albertson's, no one is there except a few senior citizens, the sort of folks who really do stand there waiting for the doors to open so they can shop early. I am wearing a grey sweatshirt, tight black stretch pants, and of course enormous white nylon full briefs as I stroll through the aisles, doing my shopping.
Of course, it is so early that I have not yet done my "daily business," and now, despite the lack of a good breakfast, I am feeling the urge.
Shopping done, I go to the bathroom and OOPS! Some old Mexican lady is busily cleaning the facilities.
Okay, no problem, I can wait till I get home. Right?
Well, maybe.... As I stand in line, the urge is getting stronger, and I am gritting my teeth.
By the time I walk out of the store with two shopping bags, one in each hand, I am taking deep breaths to hold myself together.
I look around. The only cars in the giant parking lot are my own, an SUV that probably belongs to some rancher, and the cars of the few employees that are on the early shift. At the corner, the free bus for seniors is picking up some of the older folks that shop early like me.
So I say to myself, "Oh Maria, don't be such a silly old fuss budget! There's no one around! Just let nature have its way!"
I know that my housemate is not at home, spending the weekend with a boyfriend in Albuquerque. Absolute freedom is mine, so I stand there on the curb, expressing my freedom as I simply "let go," releasing my big morning load into my underwear. Wow! What a Mother! They might have been giants!
Needless to say, the walk through the parking lot is pleasant, erotically stimulating and wonderful as it can only be when you're strolling down the road with britches bulging.
Now time to get in the car. You sit down, and KA-BOOM! That familiar "soft explosion in your underwear." We all know it well, don't we?
A lovely ride home, a change of panties, and the day seems charming and bright.
Why can't a sexy woman shit in her pants near me? I am jealous.
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