FART FANTASY

Monday, January 18, 2016

Kitty Breaks in her New carpet







A story of fiction based on a real friend of mine...

Kitty sat on the bus crossing her legs and rocking back and forth. “Just have one more beer..what can it hurt?” she remembers her friends saying at the bar. She didn’t count on the rush hour traffic making her Trip home much longer than usual. She had planned to make a video to send to me when she got Home but she wasn’t sure where she left her camera and now she didn’t think she would be able to hold it Long enough to look for it. Damn she didn’t remember these roads being this bumpy. Her bladder was at 99% capacity and she was still about 15 minutes from her bus stop. She had really planned to use the bathroom before leaving the bar but their was a line in the ladies room and she was afraid if she waited she might miss the bus. It didn’t help either that she had worn her skin tight jeans today. She was now feeling every tiny bump in the road as her bladder screamed for relief.

Finally she reached her stop. She slowly stood up and made her way out onto the sidewalk trying not to look like she was about to piss all over herself. Her house was just a block away. She walked quickly trying not to panic or lose control. Her key already in her hand she got to the front door and quickly unlocked it and stepped inside. Every step she took send a twinge through her overfilled bladder. She really wanted to make it up stairs and use the bathroom near her bedroom but she didn’t think she could make it. She made her way to the downstairs bathroom and grabbed the door. She turned the door knob but it didn’t move. Her roommate had locked the door from inside her bedroom. She didn’t want to go through her roommates bedroom to get to the other door so she made her way to the stairs in an attempt to make it to the upstairs bathroom. It seemed like every step she took towards the bathroom brought her closer to losing control. She didn’t want to wet her jeans as she planned to wear these again tomorrow and who knew when she would be able to do laundry again.

She started down the hall. It seemed like the door to the bathroom was moving further away instead of getting closer. Her bladder was giving her signals it was about to give up. The bathroom was no longer an option. She ducked into her bedroom and shut the door. She kicked off her shoes and moved to the center of the room..the thick carpet was soft under her feet. In a frantic motion she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and pulled them down below her knees. She yanked down her panties and squatted down. She looked between her legs and took aim for the carpet. She prayed her roommate wouldn’t come home. With a sigh of relief her bladder exploded. She watched helplessly as her stream sprayed forcefully onto the carpet and quickly spread out in a growing puddle on the carpet below. She began to feel her warm pee soaking into her socks. At least she didn’t drench her jeans. At last her stream began to slow…now it was just a steady drizzle. She continued to watch as she finished emptying her bladder onto the carpet below. At last she was finished. She found an old T-shirt on the floor and used it to wipe her pussy and she tossed it over the puddle. She stood up and pulled her jeans up…zipping them up and fixing her clothes.

She knew her roommate never came into her bedroom so she just left the puddle to dry on it’s own. She knew this wouldn’t be the last time she would use the bathroom on her carpet. Maybe next time she would have time enough to film it….

wetmanjf