Posted by Mayre P on January 11, 2003 at 07:05 [65.129.72.8]
Last fall I joined the field hockey team after leaving cheerleading. The field hockey team is not that good, and they have few extra’s, so they let me in. I’m not that good either, but I’m better at it than cheering.
I wasted not time in peeing when I had to while sitting on the ground on breaks. I don’t do it too often. Even though It’s a great turn on, it can distract me from the game, plus, it gets kinda cold with a wet bum. So I reserve it for emergencies.
At this point I do not have a car, so I walk to school. I don’t mind, it’s not too far and I can “have fun” when I want to on the way home. Sometimes my dad comes to the games, but not usually. This game I did not see him, so I figured I would walk home alone.
The game was a disaster. We were losing 5-1 late in the game. I figured that since it was cold and windy, I would have some fun. I started pushing to see if I could get my bowels moving. I had not gone all day, so I figured if I could poop, it probably would be firm. I would not risk it if it was not.
Not long after I felt it coming. I was on the sideline, thinking that I would not go back in. So I thought, what the heck, go for it. I looked, and when no one was watching, I squatted a bit and pushed. I felt a nice, slow, pile pushing out. It felt so good, coming out so slow, but it was beginning to take too much time, but I could not hurry it; It was hard and dry. These things cannot be rushed. It was less than a minute but when you are trying to be discrete, you need to be quick about it. I didn’t want anyone to see me. I squatted just a bit more and pushed a bit harder, and finished, just before the ball came my way. I thought maybe I pooped more than I thought I would, so I reached back to feel. My panties are nice and tight, so it held the nice clay load nicely. Nothing was bulging out very far, it definately was not a full load. Wow, what a thrill! I actually pooped my panties at a game. I sat down just slightly the mash the poo a bit so no bulge would show should my skirt blow up. The wind blew and I smelled little or nothing. I was almost shaking at the excitement and the fear of getting caught.
As usual, when I start to get over confident in life, something happens. The coach told me to go in. All of a sudden my heart stopped. I swallowed, and ran in with my load hugging my bum. If it didn’t feel so good, I probably would have been really scared. I fell one time on my chest, and I felt my skirt still covering my butt, so I escaped disaster. I got used to the feeling and continued playing as if nothing had happened.
Shortly the game was over. I ran back to the side where our stuff was and tried to get out quickly. I said bye to everyone and ran off. Al of a sudden, dad shows up and gives me a hug. I’m sure in stead of a “Hi” look, I must have given him a fearful ”Busted” look. He of course wanted to give me a ride home. He said he just got there before I went in that last time.
Well, I was good up unto the car, but now what? We usually have a towel, or something in the car, but how was I going to get it and put it under my butt without him noticing. I saw it in the back seat, so when I put my gear in, I quickly grabbed it and put it on the seat. Just as I was enjoying the mashing of the poop, dad gets in. He asked me what the towel was for. I said, uh, uh, for my butt, I got some dirt and grass stains on it and I didn’t want to mess the seat up. He seemed to believe me, until he started sniffing. I could not smell anything, but he detected it. “Honey, did you poop yourself again?” I embarrassingly said, yea. He know realized what I was doing on the sideline. He said, dear. You can’t do that during a game. They will find out!, then you will get kicked off the team. I told him that I really gad to go (which I didn’t) and it was at the end of the game and it was windy, AND I would have made it if you wouldn’t have come. Dad knows I don’t mind having “accidents” sometimes. But I’m sure he does not understand the science of it.
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