About Tasty Scat

I haven’t read many “taken short” stories on here recently so I shall tell you what happened to me one day last summer. I was driving back from a “business lunch” one afternoon. We had a very enjoyable meal, and for some unknown reason I left before needing a dump. Well, of course, a few miles down the road I started to get the urge, and decided that I ought to look for a suitable place. After a while, having found no public loos, and with the urge growing greater, I pulled into a layby. The place was deserted, so I left the car, taking some tissues with me, and wandered into the bushes. It was quite secluded, and having chosen my spot, I dropped my knickers (short skirts make life easy!) and squatted down. Ohhh! the relief was indescribable; and the open air situation somehow increased the pleasure. Having finished, I looked down at a couple of really thick logs, and some smaller ones, steaming away in a puddle of pee. I had just started wiping when I heard a car pull up and a door slammed shut. I quickly pulled up my knickers and headed back to my car. Half way back, I met with a middle aged man on the path. I think I must have surprised him more than he surprised me, so I just said “good afternoon” (like you do!) and made for the car. Well, I didn’t hang around for him to return; I just drove off quick. What if he found my pile? What would he have thought? Suppose he trod in it? What if he had turned up a few minutes earlier whilst I was performing? How embarrassing! I was able to chuckle to myself about it as I drove on; but on balance I think I prefer to have my dumps in the proper place!

Posted on December 11th, 2007 by Ken
Filed under: Piss, American, Story, Shit