Mental note, see through leggings aren’t the most inconspicuous choice of clothing if you like

Mental note, see through leggings aren’t the most inconspicuous choice of clothing if you like to mess yourself. I’d ordered them a while ago just for everyday use but put them in the adventure pile as they were too transparent unless worn over heavy opaque tights. A possibility for winter but not ideal. Underneath white briefs, which you can just about see, and normal tights. This happened recently and it was fairly well planned although perhaps a little on the messy side. With the days now starting to draw in, shortening possible walks, despite having taken a fairly cold look at myself and questioning it all again, I just decided to go for it after all the planning, out of habit more than anything and tried not to get too analytical. It did prove to be quite embarrassing however.I wore a thin tartan skirt over the leggings on my way into the woods, and took it off when the convulsions stepped up a gear. Being the school holidays, the woods were quite crowded and there were a lot of teenagers wondering around and settling noisily in enclosed areas with their boom bar’s or whatever playing typically aggressive music. This meant I could at least hear most of them before they’d spot me and make my retreat to somewhere safer. Of all the people to get seen by, young teenagers really are by far the least favourable. I’d wee’d recently so wasn’t too worried about wetting myself but the poop was getting impatient to the extent of forcing a slight tightrope walk on a retreat away from them. Starting to sweat and carrying a normal tripod with my camera, I found an enclosed area with multiple escape routes. I’m trying to take my better camera out with me more now as a few of the images I’ve taken on my snapper recently are so blurry and grainy, especially in low light. But if I’m seen with a full on photography set up when I’m a mess, I do worry that people might suss me out. I stood there for a while with heavily crossed legs and already a little messy, fighting off the waves until it was just too much and started to relax. The poop starting coming out all on its own without any assistance from me. It was a muffled crackly sounding one and it was such a huge relief. Then someone appeared from ahead and I slammed on the brakes as quickly as I could. It’s tough to stop the flow of a well planned poop half way and again crossed my legs as tightly as I could just as the smell hit hard. It was a male dog walker, so I had to get out of there. Just about stemming the flow and grabbing the camera and my bag, along with my banana that had fallen out of my bag, I hastily retreated in view of him but with a fair distance between us. My first contingency exit was going to plan until I noticed another dog walker closing in as well! A woman maybe in her late thirties. So I had to back track, all the while trying to regain control but not too successfully. At the last possible exit my heart sank when I saw two teenagers on BMX’s approaching. For the first time in my pants pooping history in this location, all contingency exits were exhausted simultaneously. I had to choose who to be seen by and there was no chance of slipping the skirt on again. I felt behind quickly and it was already a little damp. I chose the female dog walker and walked straight towards her acting as normally as I could. The route past her would take me to a long path and another enclosed area that was safer. And then, as usual, the dog stuck to me, following closely behind, obviously having smelled me out. Those moments take forever; when a dog walker is calling their dog away but it doesn’t obey them. For a nice change though, the dog wasn’t called Goldie.I still really needed to finish and acted flustered as I sped up to try and lose the dog, showing it no interest at all. I walked with my hand over my bottom slightly as the need to go wasn’t reducing at all but it would have just made everything even more obvious. Eventually the dog lost interest and I was back in the clear. I wasn’t really in accident mindset. Sometimes when I really get into the act I feel confident being seen but I just wanted a quiet one this day. But again things didn’t go my way. A few weeks back I would have relished what happened next but just wasn’t in the mood for witnesses for some reason. Especially not maybe 6 or 7 teenage girls and a few guys who suddenly appeared behind me on the path I was walking down. It was a long narrow path with only a few exits through the thick vegetation along its entirety and when I looked around they were close. I’d heard them but hadn’t seen them before this so assumed they were in the woodland and settled somewhere like the other little groups. I tried to up my pace but was on the verge of losing it. My exit was about 20 seconds away and the poop was starting to come out again. I could hear them clearly behind me and they were close enough to see things so I knew it was just a matter of time before they sussed me out. Mid stride, and out of exhausted muscle power I had to release. It felt like a genuine accident the way it started and then sped up as I hunched a little, pushing against my will and still trying to walk normally. Everything filled out quickly and I had to slow down my stride. Sweating even more now and waddling in a toxic cloud, I then heard one of them say “Oh my god what is going on there?” And then immediately again “What is going on there?!” Then their whole general banter suddenly quietened and I knew I was rumbled. A few giggles and again more quietly “What is going on there?”, which was then succinctly and eloquently answered by one of her friends. “She’s shat herself.” Then a load more ‘oh my god’s’ (perhaps a phrase I over use also). My heart was pounding and the exit couldn’t come soon enough. I’d finished pooping now and everything felt sticky and wet. As I’d left the path I put my hand on my bum again just to finish off the show for them then sped up immediately almost to a slow jog and it wasn’t good for my briefs which started leaking a little. I stopped at a distance to make sure they didn’t follow me and I saw the group pass the exit I’d left the path from. Most the girls were wearing typical shorts and blouse / tee combo’s. A few in jeans. The guys had hoodie’s. I couldn’t go anywhere near them again and had to keep an eye out for the rest of the walk. I felt more humiliated than usual and immediately took a picture to see what I’d have looked like to them. It was really bad and they would have been close enough to smell me but I didn’t hear any of them indicate they could. Maybe the wind was on my side. I stayed there for a while trying to get the focus right. The picture I posted was taken just a few minutes after they’d seen me. It was so busy there, I was taken by surprise. It’s usually deserted and I can stride around confidently even if I’m in a mess. I hope the tripod I was carrying wasn’t a giveaway and I’d like to have known what else they were saying to each other about it. Probably nothing particularly polite. The journey back wasn’t too eventful apart from possibly being seen by a female jogger running up from behind me but I’d put the skirt back on. I did wee myself slightly which browned the leggings more and it would have been visible below the skirt to her. It was all rather embarassing and although it was a thrill, I just couldn’t get totally in the mood. Thanks for reading :) -- source link

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