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"Joan" Part 4
Part 4
Waddling back to her own house with a load in her pants, Joan didn't even look around to see if anyone was watching her come out of Jack's house in an overcoat. She went home and after a lengthy clean up sat on the edge of her bed wondering who could possibly sent her the flowers. If it wasn't Jack, who could it be? She decided to go down to the corner tavern to grab a burger for dinner. On her way out of the house, she saw Marci, the nurse that takes care of the elderly man, walking out of the house.
"Hi Joan!" Marci yelled from the next lawn.
"Hi Marci. Hey Marci, can I ask you a quick question?" she asked jogging over to her. "Does your client there ever have any family come over to visit? Does anybody other than the caregivers ever go there?"
"No. I've been working for him for almost 2 years, and I've never seen him have any visitors. I've even asked the other caregivers in the past the same question and they've never seen anyone visit either. He's always told me he has no family anymore. They've all since passed on he says. And he never had any kids and never got married. Why do you ask?"
Joan stumbled over her words a little before getting out, "Oh, I just wondered. You know, I've never talked to him much, and I've never seen anyone there. Thought maybe he would get lonely, but I suppose you nurses are always there, huh?"
Marci nodded in agreement and walked towards her car. This left Joan totally confused. After eating, she went back home and pulled out the card that was left with the flowers. It had an email on it. After an hour and a half of deciding whether or not to write to it, she finally did. It read;
I don't know who you are, or how you saw what I did. And I'm not even sure why I'm writing to you. I don't know what I'm doing, or why I'm doing this. But tell me what you had in mind.
She hit send, and sat there for a minute wishing she could get it back. As she wondered if she did the right thing, she decided to get ready for bed. Just as she stood up, she heard the tone from her computer telling her she had a new message. It was from her spy. Her hand began to shake as she clicked open.
What you did looked like fun. We do that all the time. Would you like us to come over tomorrow and join your little fun? Maybe we can teach you a few things!
Once again Joan began to tremble. But she was aroused at the same time. She didn't even know who this was, but she couldn't help but respond;
I'll leave the side gate to my back yard unlocked tomorrow afternoon. Show up at 5:30pm and we'll go from there.
Joan hit send and again wished she could take it back. She couldn't think about it long before the following response.
See you then! Can't wait!
Just then, Joan was startled as her cell phone beeped. Looking down at the screen she saw '1 missed call'. She saw it was her husband, and it looked like he had left her a message. She listend to her voicemail and heard;
"Hi Honey. Sorry I haven't called much, but we've been swamped getting this new place set up. I sure hope the new job is going ok. Especially since I'm calling with bad news. Looks like I'll be another few days out here. Maybe even a week. There's lots to do. But I'll call again as soon as I can. I want to hear about everything that's been going on since I left. Talk to you later. Love you!"
'He want's to hear everything?' Joan thought. What does he expect to be happening? Is he playing a joke on her? Is it him that sent the flowers? No, it couldn't be. The guy she talked to said "we". If it was him, it wouldn't be "we"! Would it? She slipped out of her clothes and put on her pajamas. Satin pants and shirt. She crawled into bed and reached for the pictures she left on her nightstand. Looking through them was getting her excited again. She wanted to poop again, but knew that wasn't going to happen. She got back up, walked into her kitchen and began looking for someting she could stuff in her pants to feel like poop. Then she saw the bananas on the counter. She grabbed the biggest one and ran back to the bedroom. She pulled down her pants and panties, and peeled her fake turd. She reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out some lube. She put a little on the end of the banana and slowly began to shove it up her butt. Once in place, she quickly pulled her panties and pajama pants back up and started rubbing herself. She was able to push a little pee out into her pants and over her fingers. As she did this, she started pushing the banana into her pants. It felt like she was actually pooping! This took her to climax stage in no time! But exhausted from all the fun she had tonight, Joan fell asleep fast with wet and "full" panties, scared about what was going to happen tomorrow afternoon, and excited at the same time.
Joan slept well that night. Just like a baby. A baby with a full diaper, but without the diaper. The urge to pee very present. 'Why change things now?' she thought. Without much effort, the flood gates opened, and in no time she was laying in her own puddle. Mixed with the cold mushy lump in the back of her panties, Joan was so turned on she couldn't help but rub herself to yet another fantastic orgasm. Unfortunately this couldn't last very long as she had to get up and get ready for work.
The day seemed to drag on as she couldn't help but think of what was going to happen tonight, and who could possibly be walking into her backyard tonight. Joan did her best to make sure she loaded up on lots of food over the whole day. A big breakfast at home, sweet rolls in the breakroom this morning with her coffee, a large lunch at her favorite resturaunt, a few snacks out of the vending machine in the afternoon, and once her work day ended, a Big Mac on her way home from work. If she was going to put on a show for someone, she was going to make sure it was worth watching! Then as she was pulling away from the McDonalds, she saw the mall across the street. She quickly crossed the busy street and made her way to the mall. Joan decided she needed some new clothes for tonight. Walking into the department store's lingere department, she made a bee line for the panty section.
"Thongs, thongs, and more thongs!" she whispered to herself. "What good are these? They're not going to hold anything!". Then she saw a shelf with closeout bras and panties. She found a big pile of cotton and satin panties, all with frilly, thick edged leg bands. As she was sorting thru them, she heard a sales associate behind her.
"You may not want anything in that pile. They're all thick and frilly. They all leave you with really bad panty lines. Most women avoid that like the plague. That's why they're all in the clearance area."
Joan turned and faced her holding a pair of white satin panties with thick frilly edges and a bow in the middle of the waistband. "Actually, I really like these. These are exactly what I'm looking for." And reaching back in the bin, she found a matching bra. It had the same frilly straps, and the same bow between the cups. "This will do for me today. Where do I check out?"
The associate led her to the checkouts and within a few minutes, she was back in her car and on her way home. Looking at her watch, she saw it was already 5pm. She only had a half hour to get ready for her mystery visitor. She quickly downed a bottle of iced tea, and hopped in the shower. She didn't know why she was showering, only to shit her pants in a little while, but she wanted to be fresh before her visitor arrived. She got out, did her hair and makeup as if she were on her way for a night on the town. She slipped into her shiny new white bra and panties and downed half of another bottle of iced tea. Between her already doing the pee pee dance, and the day's food beging to let it's presence known down below, Joan wasn't sure she could wait for anyone to show up. If they do show up, they better be here soon or they will be too late!
Checking her watch again, she saw it was almost 5:30. Before heading outside, Joan stopped in her bedroom and grabbed her vibrator. From there she headed outside, made sure the gate was unlocked and laid back on her hammock. She finished off the bottle of tea she opened earlier, then grabbed the vibrator, turned it on and slowly drug it across her panty covered crotch. She kept this up for a few minutes before she heard the latch on her gate. She stopped but did not turn off the vibrator. The gate swung open............
Waddling back to her own house with a load in her pants, Joan didn't even look around to see if anyone was watching her come out of Jack's house in an overcoat. She went home and after a lengthy clean up sat on the edge of her bed wondering who could possibly sent her the flowers. If it wasn't Jack, who could it be? She decided to go down to the corner tavern to grab a burger for dinner. On her way out of the house, she saw Marci, the nurse that takes care of the elderly man, walking out of the house.
"Hi Joan!" Marci yelled from the next lawn.
"Hi Marci. Hey Marci, can I ask you a quick question?" she asked jogging over to her. "Does your client there ever have any family come over to visit? Does anybody other than the caregivers ever go there?"
"No. I've been working for him for almost 2 years, and I've never seen him have any visitors. I've even asked the other caregivers in the past the same question and they've never seen anyone visit either. He's always told me he has no family anymore. They've all since passed on he says. And he never had any kids and never got married. Why do you ask?"
Joan stumbled over her words a little before getting out, "Oh, I just wondered. You know, I've never talked to him much, and I've never seen anyone there. Thought maybe he would get lonely, but I suppose you nurses are always there, huh?"
Marci nodded in agreement and walked towards her car. This left Joan totally confused. After eating, she went back home and pulled out the card that was left with the flowers. It had an email on it. After an hour and a half of deciding whether or not to write to it, she finally did. It read;
I don't know who you are, or how you saw what I did. And I'm not even sure why I'm writing to you. I don't know what I'm doing, or why I'm doing this. But tell me what you had in mind.
She hit send, and sat there for a minute wishing she could get it back. As she wondered if she did the right thing, she decided to get ready for bed. Just as she stood up, she heard the tone from her computer telling her she had a new message. It was from her spy. Her hand began to shake as she clicked open.
What you did looked like fun. We do that all the time. Would you like us to come over tomorrow and join your little fun? Maybe we can teach you a few things!
Once again Joan began to tremble. But she was aroused at the same time. She didn't even know who this was, but she couldn't help but respond;
I'll leave the side gate to my back yard unlocked tomorrow afternoon. Show up at 5:30pm and we'll go from there.
Joan hit send and again wished she could take it back. She couldn't think about it long before the following response.
See you then! Can't wait!
Just then, Joan was startled as her cell phone beeped. Looking down at the screen she saw '1 missed call'. She saw it was her husband, and it looked like he had left her a message. She listend to her voicemail and heard;
"Hi Honey. Sorry I haven't called much, but we've been swamped getting this new place set up. I sure hope the new job is going ok. Especially since I'm calling with bad news. Looks like I'll be another few days out here. Maybe even a week. There's lots to do. But I'll call again as soon as I can. I want to hear about everything that's been going on since I left. Talk to you later. Love you!"
'He want's to hear everything?' Joan thought. What does he expect to be happening? Is he playing a joke on her? Is it him that sent the flowers? No, it couldn't be. The guy she talked to said "we". If it was him, it wouldn't be "we"! Would it? She slipped out of her clothes and put on her pajamas. Satin pants and shirt. She crawled into bed and reached for the pictures she left on her nightstand. Looking through them was getting her excited again. She wanted to poop again, but knew that wasn't going to happen. She got back up, walked into her kitchen and began looking for someting she could stuff in her pants to feel like poop. Then she saw the bananas on the counter. She grabbed the biggest one and ran back to the bedroom. She pulled down her pants and panties, and peeled her fake turd. She reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out some lube. She put a little on the end of the banana and slowly began to shove it up her butt. Once in place, she quickly pulled her panties and pajama pants back up and started rubbing herself. She was able to push a little pee out into her pants and over her fingers. As she did this, she started pushing the banana into her pants. It felt like she was actually pooping! This took her to climax stage in no time! But exhausted from all the fun she had tonight, Joan fell asleep fast with wet and "full" panties, scared about what was going to happen tomorrow afternoon, and excited at the same time.
Joan slept well that night. Just like a baby. A baby with a full diaper, but without the diaper. The urge to pee very present. 'Why change things now?' she thought. Without much effort, the flood gates opened, and in no time she was laying in her own puddle. Mixed with the cold mushy lump in the back of her panties, Joan was so turned on she couldn't help but rub herself to yet another fantastic orgasm. Unfortunately this couldn't last very long as she had to get up and get ready for work.
The day seemed to drag on as she couldn't help but think of what was going to happen tonight, and who could possibly be walking into her backyard tonight. Joan did her best to make sure she loaded up on lots of food over the whole day. A big breakfast at home, sweet rolls in the breakroom this morning with her coffee, a large lunch at her favorite resturaunt, a few snacks out of the vending machine in the afternoon, and once her work day ended, a Big Mac on her way home from work. If she was going to put on a show for someone, she was going to make sure it was worth watching! Then as she was pulling away from the McDonalds, she saw the mall across the street. She quickly crossed the busy street and made her way to the mall. Joan decided she needed some new clothes for tonight. Walking into the department store's lingere department, she made a bee line for the panty section.
"Thongs, thongs, and more thongs!" she whispered to herself. "What good are these? They're not going to hold anything!". Then she saw a shelf with closeout bras and panties. She found a big pile of cotton and satin panties, all with frilly, thick edged leg bands. As she was sorting thru them, she heard a sales associate behind her.
"You may not want anything in that pile. They're all thick and frilly. They all leave you with really bad panty lines. Most women avoid that like the plague. That's why they're all in the clearance area."
Joan turned and faced her holding a pair of white satin panties with thick frilly edges and a bow in the middle of the waistband. "Actually, I really like these. These are exactly what I'm looking for." And reaching back in the bin, she found a matching bra. It had the same frilly straps, and the same bow between the cups. "This will do for me today. Where do I check out?"
The associate led her to the checkouts and within a few minutes, she was back in her car and on her way home. Looking at her watch, she saw it was already 5pm. She only had a half hour to get ready for her mystery visitor. She quickly downed a bottle of iced tea, and hopped in the shower. She didn't know why she was showering, only to shit her pants in a little while, but she wanted to be fresh before her visitor arrived. She got out, did her hair and makeup as if she were on her way for a night on the town. She slipped into her shiny new white bra and panties and downed half of another bottle of iced tea. Between her already doing the pee pee dance, and the day's food beging to let it's presence known down below, Joan wasn't sure she could wait for anyone to show up. If they do show up, they better be here soon or they will be too late!
Checking her watch again, she saw it was almost 5:30. Before heading outside, Joan stopped in her bedroom and grabbed her vibrator. From there she headed outside, made sure the gate was unlocked and laid back on her hammock. She finished off the bottle of tea she opened earlier, then grabbed the vibrator, turned it on and slowly drug it across her panty covered crotch. She kept this up for a few minutes before she heard the latch on her gate. She stopped but did not turn off the vibrator. The gate swung open............
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