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By the way, here is a new story. This happened on Tuesday, March 27.
As I said, I am visiting relatives in Latin America. One of my relatives took me on the bus to a village to witness the Mayan ceremonies for the ancient calendar. (I had a great-grandmother from Guatemala, so believe it or not I am actually part Maya, about 1/16th.) This particular relative is a dirty old man with a hard dick for anything really filthy. I wore jeans so he wouldn’t keep putting his hand up my dress but I still had to tolerate having my butt goosed about every ten minutes, but he is the only family member who really knows much about the indigenous stuff.
So we’re coming back on the chicken bus to the place where I am staying. It’s about a three or four hour journey. I am jammed into the back of the bus, standing up and holding on for dear life. During my travels (during the past couple of years I have spent at least nine months down here altogether), I have seen a couple of people get so desperate while jammed on the bus that they did it in their pants. Simple campesinos don’t have the same boundaries we do. I did it once myself, some may remember my post from about a year ago.
I should have skipped breakfast before getting on the bus but I was dumb and ate anyway and now I was desperate for a poop. I told my relative, “I’m just about to shit in my pants,” and he looked at me with a nasty leer on his face. Most of the time I am a middle-aged bookworm who spends the evening reading alone, but when I get nasty I can be really nasty, and I thought, “Oh no, this is just my kind of scene, really dirty and naughty, I hope I can resist temptation.”
In the end, I couldn’t resist. We still had about 45 minutes left to go when I cut loose and made a big mess in my white nylon panties right there in the bus, providing everyone with a funky smell and a nice view of the bulge in my jeans. The dirty old man I’m rather unfortunately related to and loves everything nasty was wearing loose trousers and I could see that he had a stiff one in there.
Nobody said anything. Campesinos never do. When we got off the bus we walked home, I really was pretty gooey by that time. I hurried into the house to shower up, but Mr. Filth told the whole family what I had done. At dinner that night all the guys in the household were looking at me in a new way, not openly sexual but somewhat uncomfortable on a number of points.
When you know that a gal has peed or pooped in her panties, you just can’t help thinking about her underwear, can you? Doesn’t matter if you’re really into this fetish or not, you still can’t help wondering what she did it in. The perverted slut within me really loves it when I know that’s what the guys are thinking!
As I said, I am visiting relatives in Latin America. One of my relatives took me on the bus to a village to witness the Mayan ceremonies for the ancient calendar. (I had a great-grandmother from Guatemala, so believe it or not I am actually part Maya, about 1/16th.) This particular relative is a dirty old man with a hard dick for anything really filthy. I wore jeans so he wouldn’t keep putting his hand up my dress but I still had to tolerate having my butt goosed about every ten minutes, but he is the only family member who really knows much about the indigenous stuff.
So we’re coming back on the chicken bus to the place where I am staying. It’s about a three or four hour journey. I am jammed into the back of the bus, standing up and holding on for dear life. During my travels (during the past couple of years I have spent at least nine months down here altogether), I have seen a couple of people get so desperate while jammed on the bus that they did it in their pants. Simple campesinos don’t have the same boundaries we do. I did it once myself, some may remember my post from about a year ago.
I should have skipped breakfast before getting on the bus but I was dumb and ate anyway and now I was desperate for a poop. I told my relative, “I’m just about to shit in my pants,” and he looked at me with a nasty leer on his face. Most of the time I am a middle-aged bookworm who spends the evening reading alone, but when I get nasty I can be really nasty, and I thought, “Oh no, this is just my kind of scene, really dirty and naughty, I hope I can resist temptation.”
In the end, I couldn’t resist. We still had about 45 minutes left to go when I cut loose and made a big mess in my white nylon panties right there in the bus, providing everyone with a funky smell and a nice view of the bulge in my jeans. The dirty old man I’m rather unfortunately related to and loves everything nasty was wearing loose trousers and I could see that he had a stiff one in there.
Nobody said anything. Campesinos never do. When we got off the bus we walked home, I really was pretty gooey by that time. I hurried into the house to shower up, but Mr. Filth told the whole family what I had done. At dinner that night all the guys in the household were looking at me in a new way, not openly sexual but somewhat uncomfortable on a number of points.
When you know that a gal has peed or pooped in her panties, you just can’t help thinking about her underwear, can you? Doesn’t matter if you’re really into this fetish or not, you still can’t help wondering what she did it in. The perverted slut within me really loves it when I know that’s what the guys are thinking!
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