Posted by Toby on December 10, 2003 at 11:33 [81.102.55.21]
The second part of the Julie saga, more of less untouched since the last time.
Julie’s Coming Out
A couple of weeks after my first experience with Julie in the car that day, I was anguishing over how to broach the subject on her knicker filling performance. I was anxious to find out if she had been turned on by the whole affair or was it just me. Her pissing over my fingers as I made some effort at foreplay gave me some encouragement. This was too good an opportunity to miss and I had to play it cool.
We had still not come to the point of sharing the same accommodation so trying to find out about her habits was almost impossible. I resigned myself to putting the idea at the back of my mind and just enjoy her company, which was after all, the reason I was with her. Anything else was just a bonus. We had not really committed ourselves sexually either preferring to get to know one another a little better before taking the plunge.
One Saturday afternoon found us in the back garden of my house. I was lucky enough to have a smallish courtyard style area that was secluded, not overlooked and with plenty of foliage and potted plants to make the garden attractive. The area was dominated by a paved patio and a small pool and fountain which I ran from time to time as I liked the sound of running water on a nice day.
That day was beautiful the garden was in flower and the fountain was trickling into the pool. We had just bought some more plant pots to place around the patio and we set about filling them and placing them around the garden. Julie wore a short white skirt and blue top, her dark hair was pinned up to show off her slender neck and shoulders. I ventured to wear an old pair of denim shorts and polo shirt that day as the good weather promised to last. To slake our thirst we had opened a bottle of wine and downed the contents as we worked, the wine on an empty stomach began to make us feel a little light-headed.
We broke for lunch having finished our task and sat and ate in the sun. Julie lay back to soak up some of the warmth and hitched her skirt up slightly to let the sun reach her thighs. I couldn’t help noticing a glimpse of her panties as she lay back and I immediately recalled the last time I had seen them she was busy filling her gusset in the car. I’m afraid I’m also a bit of an up-skirt fan as well and using my sunglasses for cover I watched her as she lay their moving slightly offering glimpses of the soft cotton drawn tightly across the shape of her body and its treasures. She began to squirm a little.
Julie rose and slipped on her sandals. I looked up at her.
“Just going to the loo” she anticipated. A smile crept across my face before I could stop it but I realised that I had made a stupid silent comment.
“What’s so funny? She enquired, but in doing so she must have recalled the incident in the car and it dawned on her why I had reacted so. I expected her to take offence and I began to seriously regret my foolish smile. To my surprise she bent down to me smiling.
“That accident in the car turned you on didn’t it” she grinned. I was taken aback by her reaction and I was totally unsure of what to say next.
“Maybe” I mumbled trying desperately to think of something to change the subject.
Julie returned to her seat and continued to look at me, grinning at my discomfort. It was me who was squirming now due to my total embarrassment. I plucked up a little courage and decided to throw the ball back at her.
“What about you?” I asked.
“What about me?” she said
“Did it, well, did it turn you on?” Had I asked a stupid question?
“Might have done” she teased and lay back on the lounge chair. A lock of her hair had fallen down by her face and she began to twist it round absentmindedly in her fingers as she spoke.
“Have you always enjoyed watching girls shit themselves?” she asked relishing the discomfort that her question had caused in me.
“Er well yes, but it’s mostly fantasy,” I added hurriedly.
“How long have you enjoyed looking up girls skirts?” she dropped another bombshell. She must have seen me looking at her earlier on.
“Since -um, since I was younger” I added quietly. She continued to twist her hair, then she placed her finger by her mouth and began to bite gently at her nail as she proceeded to amuse herself at my embarrassment. At the same time she placed her legs either side of the lounger so that I got a glimpse between her legs, she drew her knees together then gently parted them nonchalantly to and fro teasing me with flashes of her thighs and panties.
I suddenly realised that the moment I had dreamed of had arrived. Here was my girlfriend teasing me about my fetishes whilst smiling and giving every indication that she was game.
“What turned you on about your panty filling them?” I ventured. She closed her eyes briefly.
“I suppose I liked the feeling of the poo squeezing out into my panties and the soft warm feeling against my skin, and the naughtiness of it” she grinned.
“ Do you want to do it again”, I asked softly.
“I might do”, her reply made my heart beat faster and I could tell that her breathing was quickening too. “I will if you will” she said finally “Is that a deal”.
If I hadn’t been so nervous I would have come here and then.
“Deal” I said. Then cautiously “Who’s going first?”
The fountain had caused the pair of us to focus on our now full bladders. The soft tinkling sound of falling water had made both of us desperate to pee. Julie led the way.
“I need to pee first”, she said and with that she drew her knees apart so that I had a full view up her skirt and saw her taught white panties formed around her mound. She tensed slightly then let out a playful squeal as a small patch appeared on her gusset.
“That tickles”, she giggled.
“ Come on” I egged her on “you can’t stop now”.
She closed her eyes and relaxed. As I watched a steady stream of pee cascaded from her panties. The patch got wider and soon the tinkle of her pee hitting the paving rang gently in my ears. She peed over her legs and skirt before finally the flow turned into a trickle and she had finished.
“Now your turn” she said.
Well by that time I was firmly lodged down the right leg of my shorts, stiff as a pole. Of course when you are in that state, as many men will testify, peeing is easier said than done. Still I felt I couldn’t let her down. I relaxed and soon the urged came to me and I felt myself soften a little.
The first squirt felt great as it trickled onto my thigh and down between my legs. I gave a short gasp.
“It does tickle doesn’t it” Julie grinned. I relaxed some more and with a surge I peed into my shorts. A patch appeared on my thigh and I felt the crutch of my shorts getting wet as the pee ran onto my stomach, down my sides and down between my legs. Julie’s hand had wandered towards her crotch at he sight of my performance, when I finally stopped she regained her senses and moved her hand away.
“What now?” I asked. Julie looked at me and bit her lip gently as she removed the now wet cushion seat and sat on the wooden frame moving her body up the lounger slightly. I did the same as I had an idea of what she was about to do.
Julie sat legs apart with her bottom firmly on the wooden frame, she obviously intended to hold it in the first time around to try and prolong the experience. She relaxed and looked at me.
“ Here it comes” she breathed. With that I watched her body stiffen, her eyes widened slightly and she began to give short gasps as her tummy contracted with the cramps and her face began to redden.
After a few pushes she relaxed breathed a sigh.
“Mmmm that felt good” she murmured “I think I’ll do it in my panties the next time round”. She lay back slightly. Soon she showed the signs that the cramps were returning. She stiffened and this time the first push came with a vengeance. With a terse grunt she lifted her bottom of the frame and as her tummy contracted I saw the lump appear in her gusset, slowly at first then stop. Her body prepared for the second push, which came soon afterwards. With a gasp she pushed hard her face crimson with effort as the lump grew and her panties filled slowly with her firm shit. After catching her breath her body gave another push and the lump began to grow as the final effort forced what remained inside her into her straining gusset. She finished and gingerly sat down with a giggle trying not to sit in her mess. She looked at me as she slowly lowered herself down.
“Now your turn” she said through narrowed eyes as if I dare defy her.
I watched her relax, her load settled in her gusset and she lay back to watch me. I got off the frame remove my shorts and pants them replaced my shorts so she could see me more clearly. I pulled the shorts up tight and sat up. I too would hold the first attack. I relaxed and it came soon afterwards. I felt my stomach contract and I felt the turd poke its nose out of me only to be met by the hard resistance of the wooden frame. I heard myself grunt as it tried desperately to get out halted only by my grim determination and the stubborn wooden seat. Two more cramps later it subsided but not enough to prevent the tip protruding out into my shorts. As I repositioned myself a piece came loose and rolled down my leg and out onto the seat. Julie squealed with delight and her fingers wandered back to her crotch and lay there. She was waiting for me to continue. I lifted myself up as the second wave came. Julie’s eyes were glued to the seat of my shorts, from her position she could see the lump forming and she gasped with delight as she watched my load come out and pile steadily into my shorts. The relief was intense, I felt the monster slide out and nudge against the material whereupon it firmly squashed itself up moving down beneath me and some along one leg of my shorts. Julie had begun to rub herself slowly as she watched me. I felt the last push discharge what remained into the now full gusset of my denims.
I sat down and felt the BM spread warmly between my legs and up the crease of my bottom. Julie watched me.
“Shall I do that”, she asked
“Wait a minute” I replied “move over”.
I got off my seat and carefully made my way over to her and lay down beside her taking care not to loose anything on the way.
I placed my fingers delicately on her crotch and began to rub gently.
“Now you can work away at it” I whispered into her ear and gently kissed her. As my fingers massaged her she began to move her hips increasing the sensation of my fingers and at the same time squashing her firm mass against her bottom and the seat. As I looked down I could see her mess creeping out of the sides of her panties as her movements intensified and squeezed it out of her leg openings. Soon I felt her body tense and shudder as she came to a shattering climax and finally relaxed exhausted.
After a few minutes she looked up, move herself around savouring the squashed BM as she did so and reached down for my zip. She carefully undid my shorts and gently brought me out into view. She began to massage the tip gently and that was all it took. I felt myself jerk as I came and shot hot jets of liquid over her crotch, which she slowly rubbed into her panties.
“Good shot” she said and kissed me.
Well that was the occasion that Julie’s first came out to enjoy the sensation. Having crossed that barrier, the options were open to us to fully enjoy our common pastime.
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