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It was the most wonderful time of the year.
Winter strolled through empty streets with a heart full of holiday cheer, losing herself on her college campus. For the raven-haired co-ed, it was the perfect venue to indulge in her forbidden desire. On nights like this, when the impulse struck, a tidal wave of undeniable need, she would bundle up in three layers of cold-weather gear, lace her boots to the shin, and take to the streets.
Her late night stroll, however, was soon stopped by a sudden cramp in her side. Sudden, but not surprising–an urge that, truth be told, was four days in the making! These desperate walks were a fun, naughty, nasty habit she indulged in on lonely nights.
The pressure built. She doubled over. The cramping shifted lower and lower and lower and…
She clenched her buttocks, thinking, ‘Too soon.’ She wanted to drag out the moment of anticipation, until the desperation made her breath come harder, frosting the air before her with each exhale. She was nearing her limit. Now was the time to head to the nearest bathroom. She could just make it to the library bathrooms if she hurried–they were open 24/7 on the weekends–but then there were other pre-planned obstacles in her way. Her clothing for one; she would still have to unfasten all of her buttons and zippers, unlace her boots, strip out of her snow pants, leggings and–it would be so much hassle!
She had trapped herself.
Walking under street lamps and shadows in a false attempt at rushing home, she wandered onto a street of darkened shopfronts. Winter grimaced at the feeling of unseen hands squeezing her middle. She clutched her stomach, her strides widening. She pretended to be window shopping. Another part of the theater, her glazed eyes peered through the glass but she looked no deeper than her own dull reflection.
presenting an outwardly unassuming sight of a girl leaned forward a tad further than what bursa escort bayan would be a natural posture. As against her will, her buttocks began to part, and her tenuous resistance left her.
She blocked out everything else and concentrated on the muffled, wet crackling sound of a semi-soft poop spread thickly across her cheeks. Sighing in relief, Winter instinctively bent her knees as her muscles went slack and her body submitted to her desires.
The first installment her load was packed tight in her fullback panties, the tension delayed progress until Winter strained with all her might. Her dimpled smile broke as she scrunched up her face, nose wrinkled, cheeks reddening with the effort.
A surge of free-flowing softer stuff allowed her to relax and do nothing else but enjoy the sensation of the steaming load packing her panties. She sighed as the cozy warmth spread over her bottom, the cold air kissing her cheeks in a contrast of temperatures.
She finished up with a cute grunt, adding to the steaming pile in her panties.
With her pants now fully loaded, Winter felt a thrill course through her. This wasn’t just a walk back to the dorms; it was a triumphant parade, a secret shared with the cold night air and the weight nestled against her. She smiled, anticipating the long, looping path back, red from the tips of her ears to her toes.
As she trudged through the snow, she reflected on each step, both literal and metaphorical, that had brought her here, a journey into a part of herself she kept hidden, now physically manifest. A warm nostalgic filter over all the memories of her past adventures. How it used to feel when she made an ‘oopsie’. ‘Oh, Winny, you did it again?’ Her guardians would say.
‘I couldn’t help it.’ She really couldn’t. It was obvious by the look of half-relief, half-pleasure on the naughty girl’s face that it was not just a desire bursa escort sitesi but a need.
She was halfway to her dorm now. A busier path, she passed individuals with muffler covered faces, pairs huddled close and heads held down on the lookout for ice. No one wanted to stay long out in the cold.
Winter halted at a crosswalk. Shifting in place, she worried the smell might have begun to permeate her layers when a young man standing on a corner up ahead spotted her and gave her ‘the look’.
Oh, God. She thought, both terrified and thrilled. He was coming over to talk to her. Her heart beat fast; the impulse to panic was there, but it served only to fuel her exhibitionist streak.
‘Hey, excuse me, do you know the way to Baldwin Hall?’
Winter gaped at the sandy brown-haired student, battling the instinct to flee or freeze, before she flashed a disarming smile. He hasn’t noticed!… Yet.
“Sure!” she squeaked as she caught her breath. “Are you new?”
“Yeah, I just transferred in from Wayne State, you?”
“Junior.”
“Freshman. So you must know your way around then?”
Winter offered to walk him to his dorm; though it would take her off her own path, she shrugged at the inconvenience.
He was tall, and his long legs carried him quickly. Winter had to do her fastest waddle to keep up. She felt a burning urge that she just couldn’t refuse with every crunch of snow beneath her heel. Lust guided her steps, her load squishing deliciously made her horny and daring enough to lead him down a detour.
She felt a slickness against her thighs. Some of her poo had mushed out of her leg bands, as she predicted. But her leggings had no give and the mess was still pressed up against her.
She felt a giddy lightheadedness from getting away with it. He was none the wiser to her dirty, little–scratch that–big secret. At one point, she thought she might have seen his nose twitch, but everyone had the sniffles.
“Am I going too fast? Noticed you were walking a little funny.”
“California girl, I’m not used to the ice,” she replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Have you chosen a major?”
“Fine Arts. I always dreamed of being a barista.” she joked.
“But why really?”
“My mom was a tour guide at a museum, and when she got tired of me interrupting, she’d leave me in the warehouse. I’d go on my tours through the backrooms and see the most amazing stuff. It’s funny the things you pick up when you’re that age. I started noticing connections– how Van Gogh’s ‘Sunflowers’ looked just like the headlights on a Lexus, it made me see things differently, I guess.”
“Art imitates life, life imitates art sort of thing?”
“Exactly. Design is everywhere.”
Slipping into casual conversation was easy, despite her potentially life-destroying secret. After all, no one expected a pretty, petite young lady to be a total perv! All this time she had never shared her secret, but now she felt nothing more than to blurt it out. What did she have to lose? He didn’t even know her name.
“I’m Eric, by the way.” he said after things started to look familiar to him.
“Winter.” She confided breezily, trying to stand still. Maybe it was the heavy dump making her think he was standing daringly close.
“Winter. That’s a really pretty name,” he smiled. It was a nice one. ‘I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, but…there’s something I wanted to ask you.’
She felt her stomach drop, as if suddenly finding herself on the heavy end of a see-saw., i was wondering if I could get your number and we could talk more about latte art?”
She smiled, giggling nervously. “I’d like that.”
They exchanged numbers.
“Thanks, Winter.”
“My pleasure! I’ll see you around. The two shared a hug before they parted ways, leaving Eric none the wiser. Winter giggled to herself. Eric looked kind of cute. A warmth of arousal spread between her legs as the thought took hold. Darn. She’d gotten away with it. Oh, well. Maybe next time–she wouldn’t be so lucky!
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