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A few weeks ago I bought mulch for my landscape but the weather had been so rainy and cool that I didn’t get around to spreading it. This past Sunday the sun finally came out and even though it got hotter then I like for yard work, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to spread the mulch and have some fun at the same time. Ever since I got the mulch I had been hoping to make a poopy in my pants while spreading it and when I started getting a strong urge for a BM just after lunch on Sunday, I couldn’t have been happier. My son was off playing with his friends so I felt pretty confident that I would have time to enjoy making a nice mess in my pants. I put on a pair of black cotton knit shorts over my yellow nylon full cut panties then went outside to begin my chore.
I had six bags of mulch and had decided to empty each bag in different locations throughout my landscaping then spread it out. After emptying two bags I decided not to wait any longer for my fun then grunted just enough to push out a small amount of creamy poop into my panties and said to myself “uh-oh, I think I made some stinky in my pants”. After pushing my fingers into my butt crack and feeling the stickiness on my bottom I then said “oh my, I did do a little poo-poo in my pants. I’m such a naughty girl”. I continued with my work and after emptying two more bags I grunted again and pushed a little more stinky into my panties then said to myself “oh no, I think I did some more poo-poo’s in my pants. Maybe I should go to the potty before I end up making a big mess in my panties? No, I think I can wait and finish up my work first”. After emptying the final two bags I put an old rug on the ground then got down on my knees near one of the piles to begin spreading the mulch out, placing it around the plants and under the shrubs. By then I was getting anxious to finish my BM so after I finished up the first pile I again began to grunt and as a large amount of very soft poop pushed into my underpants I jokingly said “oh no, I can’t believe this. I’m making a stinky in my pants”. I then continued grunting and pushing out more creamy stinky until I had finished my bowel movement.
When I was done with my BM I could tell that my panties were quite full and the warm creamy mess felt absolutely wonderful against my butt. I knelt there for just a moment enjoying the pleasure of having very pooped panties and gently rubbed my hand over the bulge in my shorts before standing up and moving over to another pile of mulch. When I stood up I could feel the weight of my poop hanging in my underpants and it became even more obvious to me that I had made a nice big stinky. I continued in the same manner kneeling then spreading the mulch, sometimes having to reach out to the point that I was bent over with my bottom in full view, then standing up and moving to the next pile. Although I had thought about squishing the mess around on my butt, at that moment I was just enjoying the feeling of having a big pile of poop in my pants that would spread out just a little every time I bent over. I had finished with four piles and was kneeling down working on the fifth, in a position where I was reaching out with my butt up when I was suddenly startled by the voice of a man from behind me that said “it looks like you’re having a fun time”. I kind of jumped and let out a slight shreek then heard “sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that” as I looked back to see my sixty-six year old neighbor standing within a few feet of me. I could feel my face blush and was hoping he hadn’t noticed the bulge in the seat of my shorts then said “holy crap Bill, you about gave me a heart attack” as I hastily turned around and moved from my knees into a sitting position. I immediately felt my big pile of stinky spread out over my butt and ooze up between my legs. He continued to apologize and told me that he just wanted to come over and tell me how nice my landscaping looked.
By that time I was totally freaking out, sitting there in my pooped pants with a very obvious odor lingering around me. I was happy that Bill was about ten feet away and was hoping that the smell from my stinky wasn’t going in his direction. He then began talking about some things he was going to do with his landscaping and I was trying to figure out if there was a way to get out of the situation or if I should just sit there and hope he didn’t find out that I had pooped my pants. A few minutes into the conversation I noticed that Bill’s shorts looked “different” in the front like he had a boner but I couldn’t tell for certain and I didn’t want to be obvious by staring towards it. Over the next few minutes I kept trying to take occasional glimpses in that direction but I still wasn’t able to determine if he was aroused or if it was my imagination. My neighbor is a “talker” and not to sound mean but once he starts it’s really difficult to get away from him. At long last after about ten minutes his wife came out on their porch and called for him to come help her with something. As he turned his head to say a few words to her about how nice my landscaping was and tell her he would “be there in a minute”, I was able to clearly see that he had a very obvious erection inside his pants and most likely knew all along that I had been sitting there with stinky in mine!
Immediately after Bill left I stood up and went inside, not finishing with the last pile of mulch until later after I had cleaned up. I was really turned on by the thought that my neighbor not only knew that I had pooped in my pants but that I was also sitting in my mess while he talked. As soon as I got inside I began rubbing my poop covered clit though my shorts then went upstairs to the bathroom. After sitting in my poop for the last ten minutes, there was an obvious stain showing in the black material of my shorts. I took them off then stood with my back to the mirror while looking at my big butt in my very messy yellow panties and masturbated to multiple orgasms that were as intense as I’ve ever enjoyed. I was fantasizing that my neighbor was looking at the mess I had in my pants and telling me what a “naughty young lady” I was as he leaned over and smelled my poopy panties!
It will probably feel a little awkward for me the next time I talk to Bill but since he was so cool about the incident and didn’t say or do anything to cause me embarrassment, it will help make the situation easier. I don’t really know for sure that he knew I pooped my pants but I believe he does and under the circumstances, I think there’s a good chance he knew it wasn’t an accident. The idea of my sixty-six year old neighbor playing with himself is not something I want to think about, but I can’t help but wonder if after he went inside, he was in the bathroom beating off while thinking about me with poop in my pants!
I had six bags of mulch and had decided to empty each bag in different locations throughout my landscaping then spread it out. After emptying two bags I decided not to wait any longer for my fun then grunted just enough to push out a small amount of creamy poop into my panties and said to myself “uh-oh, I think I made some stinky in my pants”. After pushing my fingers into my butt crack and feeling the stickiness on my bottom I then said “oh my, I did do a little poo-poo in my pants. I’m such a naughty girl”. I continued with my work and after emptying two more bags I grunted again and pushed a little more stinky into my panties then said to myself “oh no, I think I did some more poo-poo’s in my pants. Maybe I should go to the potty before I end up making a big mess in my panties? No, I think I can wait and finish up my work first”. After emptying the final two bags I put an old rug on the ground then got down on my knees near one of the piles to begin spreading the mulch out, placing it around the plants and under the shrubs. By then I was getting anxious to finish my BM so after I finished up the first pile I again began to grunt and as a large amount of very soft poop pushed into my underpants I jokingly said “oh no, I can’t believe this. I’m making a stinky in my pants”. I then continued grunting and pushing out more creamy stinky until I had finished my bowel movement.
When I was done with my BM I could tell that my panties were quite full and the warm creamy mess felt absolutely wonderful against my butt. I knelt there for just a moment enjoying the pleasure of having very pooped panties and gently rubbed my hand over the bulge in my shorts before standing up and moving over to another pile of mulch. When I stood up I could feel the weight of my poop hanging in my underpants and it became even more obvious to me that I had made a nice big stinky. I continued in the same manner kneeling then spreading the mulch, sometimes having to reach out to the point that I was bent over with my bottom in full view, then standing up and moving to the next pile. Although I had thought about squishing the mess around on my butt, at that moment I was just enjoying the feeling of having a big pile of poop in my pants that would spread out just a little every time I bent over. I had finished with four piles and was kneeling down working on the fifth, in a position where I was reaching out with my butt up when I was suddenly startled by the voice of a man from behind me that said “it looks like you’re having a fun time”. I kind of jumped and let out a slight shreek then heard “sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that” as I looked back to see my sixty-six year old neighbor standing within a few feet of me. I could feel my face blush and was hoping he hadn’t noticed the bulge in the seat of my shorts then said “holy crap Bill, you about gave me a heart attack” as I hastily turned around and moved from my knees into a sitting position. I immediately felt my big pile of stinky spread out over my butt and ooze up between my legs. He continued to apologize and told me that he just wanted to come over and tell me how nice my landscaping looked.
By that time I was totally freaking out, sitting there in my pooped pants with a very obvious odor lingering around me. I was happy that Bill was about ten feet away and was hoping that the smell from my stinky wasn’t going in his direction. He then began talking about some things he was going to do with his landscaping and I was trying to figure out if there was a way to get out of the situation or if I should just sit there and hope he didn’t find out that I had pooped my pants. A few minutes into the conversation I noticed that Bill’s shorts looked “different” in the front like he had a boner but I couldn’t tell for certain and I didn’t want to be obvious by staring towards it. Over the next few minutes I kept trying to take occasional glimpses in that direction but I still wasn’t able to determine if he was aroused or if it was my imagination. My neighbor is a “talker” and not to sound mean but once he starts it’s really difficult to get away from him. At long last after about ten minutes his wife came out on their porch and called for him to come help her with something. As he turned his head to say a few words to her about how nice my landscaping was and tell her he would “be there in a minute”, I was able to clearly see that he had a very obvious erection inside his pants and most likely knew all along that I had been sitting there with stinky in mine!
Immediately after Bill left I stood up and went inside, not finishing with the last pile of mulch until later after I had cleaned up. I was really turned on by the thought that my neighbor not only knew that I had pooped in my pants but that I was also sitting in my mess while he talked. As soon as I got inside I began rubbing my poop covered clit though my shorts then went upstairs to the bathroom. After sitting in my poop for the last ten minutes, there was an obvious stain showing in the black material of my shorts. I took them off then stood with my back to the mirror while looking at my big butt in my very messy yellow panties and masturbated to multiple orgasms that were as intense as I’ve ever enjoyed. I was fantasizing that my neighbor was looking at the mess I had in my pants and telling me what a “naughty young lady” I was as he leaned over and smelled my poopy panties!
It will probably feel a little awkward for me the next time I talk to Bill but since he was so cool about the incident and didn’t say or do anything to cause me embarrassment, it will help make the situation easier. I don’t really know for sure that he knew I pooped my pants but I believe he does and under the circumstances, I think there’s a good chance he knew it wasn’t an accident. The idea of my sixty-six year old neighbor playing with himself is not something I want to think about, but I can’t help but wonder if after he went inside, he was in the bathroom beating off while thinking about me with poop in my pants!
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