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So, last night my boyfriend Richard and I went to an Irish pub for St. Patrick’s Day. He doesn’t drink, so it was okay for me to get a bit smashed since I was not driving. I was wearing a rather skimpy pink top and a tiny denim skirt with lime green nylon panties. Richard loves it when I “flash the white triangle” at other men. It makes his dick really hard. So I was showing off the “wearing of the green.” He kept tickling me to try to get me to wet my pants in public, but I just didn’t feel like doing it in public that night.
We had parked quite a ways from the club and we were walking back to the car when I suddenly realized I needed to poop. I said, “I should have used the Little Sluts’ room before I left the club,” and Richard replied, “Just pee in your pants.” I said, “Actually, I need to poop.” Even though he loves it when I wet my pants, he’s not even remotely into scat, even though he knows I have a fetish about it. So I was surprised when he said, “Well, just do what you do.”
So we stopped in front of a restaurant that was still open, and we pretended to be studying the menu. I took a deep breath, relaxed my body, and just let go, dropped two big logs into my lime green nylon panties. He sniffed the air and said, “I guess you really did it,” and I replied, “Yeah, I did.”
We kept on walking to the car, me with my pants fully loaded. When I sat down, it all went squish, like a soft explosion in my underwear, and my body shook with a full-on orgasm.
I had two more orgasmic flashes on the way home.
We had parked quite a ways from the club and we were walking back to the car when I suddenly realized I needed to poop. I said, “I should have used the Little Sluts’ room before I left the club,” and Richard replied, “Just pee in your pants.” I said, “Actually, I need to poop.” Even though he loves it when I wet my pants, he’s not even remotely into scat, even though he knows I have a fetish about it. So I was surprised when he said, “Well, just do what you do.”
So we stopped in front of a restaurant that was still open, and we pretended to be studying the menu. I took a deep breath, relaxed my body, and just let go, dropped two big logs into my lime green nylon panties. He sniffed the air and said, “I guess you really did it,” and I replied, “Yeah, I did.”
We kept on walking to the car, me with my pants fully loaded. When I sat down, it all went squish, like a soft explosion in my underwear, and my body shook with a full-on orgasm.
I had two more orgasmic flashes on the way home.
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