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"Joan" Part 2
Part 2
Joan returned to an empty home. Her husband out of town on business for a week meant she would have a nice quiet house to help her have time getting aquainted with her new job. She grabbed a bottle of iced tea and headed to the patio with the files from work. It was a nice quiet neighborhood, and their backyard was totally secluded. Only the two story next door and a two story two doors down could see into their yard. The house next door was an upper/lower duplex that was vacant upstairs, and the other was the residence of an elderly man who couldn't even make it upstairs acording to the live in nurse. Because of this, Joan would often sunbathe on her patio. Sometimes in the nude. (She hated tan lines!) But tonight, it was warm, but not particularly sunny. Since tan lines were not an issue, but heat was, she stripped down to her bra and panties. As she turned to sit in the hammock, she saw her reflection in the patio door and noticed her white satin bra and panties reminded her of the first picture she saw this afternoon on her computer at work. Although the picture was of a stick thin woman with long blond hair. Joan was a brunette and her hair only went just past her shoulders. She wasn't fat, but a few extra pounds that was confined mostly to her hips thighs and butt definately didn't look like the picture. That and the fact she didn't have pee flowing out of already poop filled panties!
She tried putting that out of her mind, laid back in her hammock and grabbed the first file. It was filled with medical forms for different things, and Joan began seperating them to put them in seperate folders. She couldn't believe the mess the file was in and was not looking forward to seeing the rest of them. Upon finishing the first nightmare folder, she grabbed the next one. She opened it to find ten large envelopes. All of them labeled with different codes. Not knowing what these codes meant, she began opening the first envelope. She was shocked when she pulled out a stack of more pictures like the ones she found on the computer. Picture after picture of wet and messy women. She opened the other nine envelopes and found the same types of pictures in each one and placed them all in a pile together. Tossing the envelopes to the side, Joan grabbed the pile of pictures and again laid back in the hammock and began looking thru the pictures. She couldn't understand the fascination this guy had with looking at this, but at the same time couldn't understand why she herself couldn't put these pictures down. She was about half way thru the pictures when she took the last sip of tea from the bottle. As she shifted to set it on the table beside her, she once again noticed the dampness between her legs. She was getting turned on, AGAIN! But why? There were no pictures of people having sex in this pile. Only women with wet stains and bulges in their clothes. Reaching down, a shiver went thru her body when her fingers touched the outside of her damp panites. She picked up the pictures again, but this time did so with only one hand. Her other was "occupied" between her legs. As she looked at picture after picture, she rubbed herself harder and faster. She didn't know why, but found herself completely turned on. She brought herself to such an intense orgasm that she knew not to get up because her legs were too weak to hold her up.
A few minutes later, Joan gathered up her composure and walked back into the kitchen to grab another tea and headed back to the patio. She couldn't believe what just happened. Why was that so arousing? How could that possibly make her that excited? But she couldn't help grabbing the next file wanting to find more of the same pictures. Unfortunately opening file after file, she only found work related material. Joan figured she did enough work for the night and thought she should head in to make a bite to eat. But as she sat up, she noticed the urge to pee. She wondered to herself what it would feel like to pee in her panties right there. 'Nobody's home. I'm outside so there won't be any mess to clean up. I can put my panties in the wash right away and take a shower right after.' she thought to herself. She laid back down and tried to let loose but nothing came out. She really had to go bad and couldn't understand why she couldn't let go. 'Maybe if I sit up like I'm sitting on a toilet.' she thought. Dropping her legs over both sides of the hammock, she sat up and began to push again. This time a little squirt came out. Enough to make the small damp patch in her panties a larger wet patch. She reached down to feel the wetness and was amazed at how it felt on her fingers and inside her panties. With her fingers still down there, Joan pushed again and was able to pee some more. This time it was more than a squirt, and she really enjoyed feeling it flow over her fingers and even the wet splatter on her feet below her. Her flow stopped again, but she knew she was not done yet. But it didn't matter at this point. It felt great! Joan grabbed the sides of the hammock and pushed them together making the material roll up between her legs and against her crotch. Using her feet to rock her body, she began to rub herself on the hammock material. Joan laid face down and rubbed herself into the hammock as she tried to push out more pee. She knew it was right there, but now that she got herself so worked up, she couldn't get the flow going again. But she didn't stop rocking. Joan pushed harder and harder until she could feel something give. But it wasn't pee. She felt the back of her panties push out. SHE WAS POOPING! It wasn't out much. Just enought to poke out against her panties. As soon as she knew what was going on, she clenched her butt enough to pull her poop back in. As she used all of her concentration on her butt muscles, she totally gave up on everything else and pee began to flow again. But this time it was a gusher! Spraying the ground, her feet, and splashing up all the way to her knees. She brought herself to another intense orgasm.
Joan then thought about pooping in her panties since she now knew she had to go. She began to push, but everytime she felt it push against her panties, she would pull back. Four times she got away with this before she said to herself she couldn't do it. She swung her leg over and got off the wet hammock. Walking into the house, she looked around to make sure nobody saw, knowing full well that was impossible. Once Joan reached the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was red and sweaty, and it wasn't from the heat. Then she lifted the lid on the toilet and dropped her panties so she could poop in the toilet like a "normal" person. Looking down, Joan saw the brown streaks in her panties from the multiple tries. She sat down and this time had no problem pushing. But as she did, she played with herself as she looked at the streaks in her panties. 'I should have done it!' she said to herself as she brought herself to a third intense orgasm.
A shower was now in order, and then dinner. Joan then packed everything away to take back to work, except for the pictures, and headed off to bed. She woke up the next morning feeling as if the night before was only a dream. Though she knew it wasn't, she told herself that she can't be doing that kind of thing. 'I'm a grown woman! It's not right to be doing that!' she told herself. She left the house for work, mad at the only person she could be mad at. Not understanding at all how she could let herself do all of that. But she composed herself and walked into the office building and headed for her office. From a distance she could see flowers on her desk. Figuring her husband sent her flowers, she perked up and began walking faster to see what he sent her. Before she got to her office, her boss stopped her and told her she was a lucky woman to have a husband that sends flowers like that. She smiled at him, agreed and walked in to her office. A beautiful vase of mixed flowers sat on the corner of her desk. She reached for the envelope attatched and pulled out a note that read, "Last night in your back yard was awsome! How about putting on another show for me tonight? Email me if you want me to come over and join you!"
Joan returned to an empty home. Her husband out of town on business for a week meant she would have a nice quiet house to help her have time getting aquainted with her new job. She grabbed a bottle of iced tea and headed to the patio with the files from work. It was a nice quiet neighborhood, and their backyard was totally secluded. Only the two story next door and a two story two doors down could see into their yard. The house next door was an upper/lower duplex that was vacant upstairs, and the other was the residence of an elderly man who couldn't even make it upstairs acording to the live in nurse. Because of this, Joan would often sunbathe on her patio. Sometimes in the nude. (She hated tan lines!) But tonight, it was warm, but not particularly sunny. Since tan lines were not an issue, but heat was, she stripped down to her bra and panties. As she turned to sit in the hammock, she saw her reflection in the patio door and noticed her white satin bra and panties reminded her of the first picture she saw this afternoon on her computer at work. Although the picture was of a stick thin woman with long blond hair. Joan was a brunette and her hair only went just past her shoulders. She wasn't fat, but a few extra pounds that was confined mostly to her hips thighs and butt definately didn't look like the picture. That and the fact she didn't have pee flowing out of already poop filled panties!
She tried putting that out of her mind, laid back in her hammock and grabbed the first file. It was filled with medical forms for different things, and Joan began seperating them to put them in seperate folders. She couldn't believe the mess the file was in and was not looking forward to seeing the rest of them. Upon finishing the first nightmare folder, she grabbed the next one. She opened it to find ten large envelopes. All of them labeled with different codes. Not knowing what these codes meant, she began opening the first envelope. She was shocked when she pulled out a stack of more pictures like the ones she found on the computer. Picture after picture of wet and messy women. She opened the other nine envelopes and found the same types of pictures in each one and placed them all in a pile together. Tossing the envelopes to the side, Joan grabbed the pile of pictures and again laid back in the hammock and began looking thru the pictures. She couldn't understand the fascination this guy had with looking at this, but at the same time couldn't understand why she herself couldn't put these pictures down. She was about half way thru the pictures when she took the last sip of tea from the bottle. As she shifted to set it on the table beside her, she once again noticed the dampness between her legs. She was getting turned on, AGAIN! But why? There were no pictures of people having sex in this pile. Only women with wet stains and bulges in their clothes. Reaching down, a shiver went thru her body when her fingers touched the outside of her damp panites. She picked up the pictures again, but this time did so with only one hand. Her other was "occupied" between her legs. As she looked at picture after picture, she rubbed herself harder and faster. She didn't know why, but found herself completely turned on. She brought herself to such an intense orgasm that she knew not to get up because her legs were too weak to hold her up.
A few minutes later, Joan gathered up her composure and walked back into the kitchen to grab another tea and headed back to the patio. She couldn't believe what just happened. Why was that so arousing? How could that possibly make her that excited? But she couldn't help grabbing the next file wanting to find more of the same pictures. Unfortunately opening file after file, she only found work related material. Joan figured she did enough work for the night and thought she should head in to make a bite to eat. But as she sat up, she noticed the urge to pee. She wondered to herself what it would feel like to pee in her panties right there. 'Nobody's home. I'm outside so there won't be any mess to clean up. I can put my panties in the wash right away and take a shower right after.' she thought to herself. She laid back down and tried to let loose but nothing came out. She really had to go bad and couldn't understand why she couldn't let go. 'Maybe if I sit up like I'm sitting on a toilet.' she thought. Dropping her legs over both sides of the hammock, she sat up and began to push again. This time a little squirt came out. Enough to make the small damp patch in her panties a larger wet patch. She reached down to feel the wetness and was amazed at how it felt on her fingers and inside her panties. With her fingers still down there, Joan pushed again and was able to pee some more. This time it was more than a squirt, and she really enjoyed feeling it flow over her fingers and even the wet splatter on her feet below her. Her flow stopped again, but she knew she was not done yet. But it didn't matter at this point. It felt great! Joan grabbed the sides of the hammock and pushed them together making the material roll up between her legs and against her crotch. Using her feet to rock her body, she began to rub herself on the hammock material. Joan laid face down and rubbed herself into the hammock as she tried to push out more pee. She knew it was right there, but now that she got herself so worked up, she couldn't get the flow going again. But she didn't stop rocking. Joan pushed harder and harder until she could feel something give. But it wasn't pee. She felt the back of her panties push out. SHE WAS POOPING! It wasn't out much. Just enought to poke out against her panties. As soon as she knew what was going on, she clenched her butt enough to pull her poop back in. As she used all of her concentration on her butt muscles, she totally gave up on everything else and pee began to flow again. But this time it was a gusher! Spraying the ground, her feet, and splashing up all the way to her knees. She brought herself to another intense orgasm.
Joan then thought about pooping in her panties since she now knew she had to go. She began to push, but everytime she felt it push against her panties, she would pull back. Four times she got away with this before she said to herself she couldn't do it. She swung her leg over and got off the wet hammock. Walking into the house, she looked around to make sure nobody saw, knowing full well that was impossible. Once Joan reached the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was red and sweaty, and it wasn't from the heat. Then she lifted the lid on the toilet and dropped her panties so she could poop in the toilet like a "normal" person. Looking down, Joan saw the brown streaks in her panties from the multiple tries. She sat down and this time had no problem pushing. But as she did, she played with herself as she looked at the streaks in her panties. 'I should have done it!' she said to herself as she brought herself to a third intense orgasm.
A shower was now in order, and then dinner. Joan then packed everything away to take back to work, except for the pictures, and headed off to bed. She woke up the next morning feeling as if the night before was only a dream. Though she knew it wasn't, she told herself that she can't be doing that kind of thing. 'I'm a grown woman! It's not right to be doing that!' she told herself. She left the house for work, mad at the only person she could be mad at. Not understanding at all how she could let herself do all of that. But she composed herself and walked into the office building and headed for her office. From a distance she could see flowers on her desk. Figuring her husband sent her flowers, she perked up and began walking faster to see what he sent her. Before she got to her office, her boss stopped her and told her she was a lucky woman to have a husband that sends flowers like that. She smiled at him, agreed and walked in to her office. A beautiful vase of mixed flowers sat on the corner of her desk. She reached for the envelope attatched and pulled out a note that read, "Last night in your back yard was awsome! How about putting on another show for me tonight? Email me if you want me to come over and join you!"
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