Posted by CFW on May 20, 1999 at 07:59
Moving up to the bank's head office had advantages besides promotion. It was a modern complex in a big city with a large cotingent of of good looking women. Richard thought himself a lucky fellow indeed.
Bob, one of the few males on his floor, had chummed up with Richard. He was quite a talker, favourite topic being the women that worked there. Bob had the lowdown on all of them except Bailey who was faily new. She's stuck up he told him, cold, nobody can get to her but man is she gorgeous.
Bailey was on a training course so Richard didn't get to meet her the first week. But when he finally did his heart stopped. Bailey, she said shaking his hand at a distance, pleased to meet you. Then she hurried off to her office in the back and closed the door. She is cold Richard conceeded, but he was in love.
She was even more beautiful than Bob had described her with long blond hair, green eyes and full lips, the face of a goddess. And she was built, full figured, not fat but solid with curvy hips, a nice rounded bum, great legs and a magnificent bust.
Bailey was wearing a light powdered pink suit. The jacket had a rounded neck and lots of buttons down the front. It fell over her shapely hips and ass. The short tight skirt hung a few inches lower stopping above mid thigh revealing lots of leg down to her dark pink high heeled shoes.
Underneath Bailey wore high cut pink lycra-spandex panties with a laced waist band, a matching pink bra and beige shear pantyhose. Of course Richard didn't know that.
He also didn't know that nestled snuggly in the seat of those pink panties between her butt cheeks was a thick firm dark brown turd stretching from the gusset at her bum hole six inches up the cleft of her ass toward the waist band. Or that the front crotch had a nearly dry rounded pee spot and larger dried yellow-brown stain from earlier in the day.
Over the course of the next few weeks Richard and Bailey had become more than just working aquantances. They had gone for lunch and a drink after work a few times and had become friends. He found her to be outgoing and fun to be with and wondered why she didn't date much or have many girl friends.
Only a few times had he saw her other side when she wanted nothing to do with him or anybody else. She would come in on those days seeming nervous and on edge. By mid afternoon she usually wanted no one to invade her space and kept to herself.
Bailey resisted Richards efforts to move their relationship any further. So he knew nothing of her outside of work. Then one Saturday he happened upon her in a mall outside the city.
She wiggled across the corridor dressed provocatively in a short blue denim skirt and brown high heeled sandles. Her tits were bursting through a tight white tee shirt, her flairing thighs exposed to advantage. She hadn't seen him yet.
Richard figured that the tiny skirt couldn't possibly cover those globular buns so, being a bit of a voyeur, waited til she started up the steps in order to sneak a peek. Hurrying, he started up as she crested the top and then nearly fell back down again bewildered by what he saw.
The back of short skirt didn't completely cover her bottom from this angle. The seat of her white panties were badly stained a light brown and they bulged with a heavy load. Bailey had obviously shit herself in the mall and by the look of it, it was no small accident.
Regaining his composure he hurried to catch her up. She was looking in a shop window her accident hardly noticable on level with her. He approached , close up, under her Chanel perfume, was the faint odour of her bowel movement.
Bailey flushed, then cut the conversation off before it got started and hurried away leaving him standing there with his mind in high gear. Once before in her office he thougt he smelled a very faint odour of shit. Could it be on those bad days that Bailey had accidents like this. He had to find out.
Monday Bailey was her usual happy self. It wasn't until Thursday that she came in all jumpy and on edge, although looking quite beautiful he had to admit. She had her pulled back in a french braid, with mauve lipstick and dark eye makeup on. And was wearing a short green dress with a black blazer, black tights and black heels.
Richard gave Bailey her space but kept close tabs on her throughout the morning. She hadn't gone to the girls room at all and he noticed her doing a pee dance at the copier around eleven. When she left for lunch he followed at a safe distance.
Crossing the sheltered parking area Bailey kept one hand pressed under her short dress as she had already started to wet herself. Ducking between two cars she hiked up her dress squating down with her legs apart and emptied her bladder through her black panties and tights.
Hidden behind a pillar Richard couldn't believe what he had witnessed. Then, following her out toward the park he glanced between the cars and saw a four foot puddle of urine with two tissues floating in it.
Bailey ate lunch from a vender as she squirmed and bounced her legs while sitting on a park bench. Moving along the garden walkway between the towers she slipped into a deserted alley-way as Richard sneaked up not ten feet from her around a corner and ventured a peek.
She had started to loose control in the park. Bailey bent over at the waist, placing her hands on her nylon clad thighs with her feet about fourteen inches apart. Grunting quietly she bore down and a thick poop moved out slowly into the seat of her black panties.
Remaining in that possition for a minute or so Richard watched in disbelief as the most beautiful woman he had ever known strained, relaxed then strained again to do a bowel movement. And now he knew her secret.
Bailey went to the bathroom in her panties and it was no accident. She did it on purpose. Up until that point Richard had tried to get close to Bailey because he thought he loved her. Now he knew he did. He had to have her.
The day after a good panty dump Bailey always seemed to be really up. She was especially bubbly this Friday as they sat in the pub after work. Richard thought it a good time to once again broach the subject of their dating steady but Bailey as usual resisted the idea.
There are things you don't know about me she said, nobody knows. He saw the opening. You're married? No. A spy? you're dying of some odd disease? She giggled. You've got some sort of weird fetish? Bailey shifted uneasy in her seat as if he had kicked her.
Richard smiled. I can live with a fetish he said, might be interesting. Oh you think so do you she offered. How bad could it be? Are you a lesbian? Bailey giggled again. Into S&M then? She shook her head. You like to go to the toilet in your panties? Bailey turned beet red, he knew.
She looked him straight in the eyes. Like I'm sure you'd go out with a girl who shits her panties she said. It was his turn to look into her eyes. Yes Bailey I would he said. A short while later she had agreed to a date the follwing night.
It was hot when Richard picked her up at six oclock Saturday evening. Bailey was wearing a light cotton print summer dress with lots of blues, reds, yellows, greens and some white in it. Snug fitted with a low neck line and very short it reveiled alot of cleavage and leg. She wore brown high heeled sandles and carried a tiny purse.
They went out for supper, took in a movie and ended up at the pub siting in a cosy intimate corner. Bailey had appeared to be on edge at first but talkative and was having a good time. Though every once in a while she would become a bit tense.
In the show she was especially fidgety, rocking her knees together and pressing a hand between her legs because she had to pee. And now sitting in the pub Richard was keenly aware that she had not been to the bathroom since he picked her up whereas he had been twice.
They had a drink and talked. Bailey was becoming increasing preoccupied and the talk died down to an awkward silence. She had been sitting slouched back on the bench then repositioned herself, puchasing on the edge leaning forward, her breasts and elbows on the table and a look of intense concentration on her face.
Unfocused eyes starring past Richard as if in a trance, Bailey's jaw grimaced slightly. A certain tension was evident causing an almost unnoticable tremer in her body. Her face flushed as she held her breath. The strain showing on her brow Bailey bore down with a low gutural grunt sending a long brown poop crackling into the seat of her panties.
Her breasts rose and fell as she regained her breath. She looked at Richard blushing then tensed up grunting softly again pushing out more of her shit. Bailey's efforts had made her loose control of her bladder and she began to wet herself. Pee poured through her panties over the edge of the bench splashing softly into the capet below her.
She bore down again, carrying on for a few minutes that way completely emptying herself without saying a word. Richard watched in awe, totally fixated by the act. And then Bailey abruptly said that he should take her home now.
Letting her into the car he noticed a bulge in the back of Bailey's short dress and could definately smell her as they drove home. Baily carried on in a good mood as if nothing had happened while she sat there with a load of poop in her panties.
At her apartment he went around to let her out. She stood up and into his arms, looking him in the eyes again. Then having forgotten her purse in the car she turned bending over with one knee on the seat leaning in to recover it and he saw her mess.
Her light blue panties were stained brown right up to near the waist band, a large pear shaped lumpy mound bulging them out and saging them downward. Bailey had pooped quite a load into her panties.
Richard put his arms around her drawing her close. She could feel his hardness as they kissed. Bailey pulled his hand to her wet crotch. Are you sure you still want to go out with me she asked.
He reached around pressing her load into her and she moaned. Now more than ever he said as they kissed again. Then you better come in Bailey said, I think I need my panties changed.
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