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So only in San Francisco would it be windy and rainy in July and I am in the realtor's office, long gabardine raincoat, black dress, high heels. As you know, I have a kind of fetish for classic lingerie and can be a real show off, so I was crossing and uncrossing my legs and giving the realtor a treat with an authentic old-fashioned girdle, clasps, seamed stockings.
I guess because I had given myself a bit of a thrill which also made me feel embarrassingly slutty, I hurried off without using the little girl's room, and about half a block down the street I realized that I really needed to make a dump.
Another three blocks to the car park and then a ride home across the bridge. I should probably step into this coffee shop, order a latte, and use the bathroom.
But instead I am standing in front of the electronics store pretending to be engrossed in a smart phone while I deliberately load my pants.
Oh, it feels good to walk down the street with a big old load in my girdle, and all anyone can possibly smell is rain and wind.
Now I am in the car park, here comes a nice looking guy, and I know I should make a wide circuit around him so he won't smell me but I am SUCH a total pervert and a bit of a Slut, I guess, so I walk right up and say hello to him, comment on the weather, then move on, leaving him to sniff the breeze and wonder what is going on. I love to flirt with a load in my pants.
I sit down in the car and everything qoes SQUISH, that familiar soft explosion in my underwear that makes me smile all the way home.
I guess because I had given myself a bit of a thrill which also made me feel embarrassingly slutty, I hurried off without using the little girl's room, and about half a block down the street I realized that I really needed to make a dump.
Another three blocks to the car park and then a ride home across the bridge. I should probably step into this coffee shop, order a latte, and use the bathroom.
But instead I am standing in front of the electronics store pretending to be engrossed in a smart phone while I deliberately load my pants.
Oh, it feels good to walk down the street with a big old load in my girdle, and all anyone can possibly smell is rain and wind.
Now I am in the car park, here comes a nice looking guy, and I know I should make a wide circuit around him so he won't smell me but I am SUCH a total pervert and a bit of a Slut, I guess, so I walk right up and say hello to him, comment on the weather, then move on, leaving him to sniff the breeze and wonder what is going on. I love to flirt with a load in my pants.
I sit down in the car and everything qoes SQUISH, that familiar soft explosion in my underwear that makes me smile all the way home.
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