Panty Poop Accident 소설 & 이야기

My body pitches forward. My hand shoots out… grabs fabric. His pant leg. At the ankle. He yelps. I yelp. His foot jerks. I’m falling, fingers tightening in panic. Sneaker squeaks. Cart rattles. He flails. I anchor myself to him. We stumble. Chaos. A gasp. And then… I hear the belt slide through the loops. His fabric loosens. Gravity finishes the humiliation. Pants slide. Not all the way. But enough. Knees flash pale. The entrance freezes.

Now where the fuck is my underwear, my eyes scanned the room once again, I spotted my bra. Thank goodness, now where's my... "Are you looking for this?" I was snapped out of my thoughts on hearing his husky voice, my eyes widened in embarrassment when I spotted my panties dangling in between his fingers. "Give me that." I dragged it out of his hands feigning anger, the embarrassment I'm feeling won't give room for anger. My cheeks red as I made my way to the bathroom picking up my bra in the process only to mistakenly step on the blanket causing me to fall on my butt.

Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself first before asking, "Was it that big? "Practically all over your pants." I cursed under my breath. I had put a pad on earlier. But I didn't expect it to be a heavy flow!? Dammit. "Why does this happen to you all the time? This is the second time. You care about everyone's business but when it comes to yourself you don't even take care. Even for a small period..." I heard him saying. I just rolled my eyes as my face reddened, too embarrassed to even talk. Now I can't face him after this, and to think it already happened before too!

Phoebe was interrupted as a hard mass bumped into her, disrupting her speech, the shattering sound of falling items filling the air as a gasp escaped Annie’s lips. “I’m…I’m so sorry.” The man stuttered as he fished a handkerchief from his pants pockets and began to dab on the wet patch his coffee had made on her white dress. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to..oh …” “It’s fine..don’t worry…,” Phoebe replied, swallowing the profanities she’d initially wanted to spit out as the hot liquid poured on her. Knowing that it was just a freaky accident, she calmed her nerves down as she tried to create some distance between herself and the man who worked on her stained dress.

At the last second, I held her underpants in front of my cock and loaded the gusset with my cum. Now, satisfied, I looked at my mother's underwear and thought, Shit I've gone too far. That was too much. It could have been an accident. Oh, well, nothing I could do about it now.

And whenever I am perturbed, a mishap becomes inevitable. Likewise, my wobbly hands knocked the coffee mug carrying some good hot coffee in it— spilling it all over my boss's parchment coloured tuxedo, what a cliché epigraph to my life. "Oh my-!" I flinch at the abruptness of such commencement of a risible occurrence, "I didn't mean to, sir! That was an accident, I'm so sorry. I'm really very sorry. Oh my God! What have I done?" I pull out my green embroidered handkerchief, "Let me clean it for you, please!" My legs begin to shudder, as my hands reach for sir's parchment tuxedo now befouled with coffee stains— only to give rise to another blooper.

My head spun, my thighs shook. I came hard, fast, knees buckling against the partition. Stars behind my eyes. When the aftershocks faded, I was panting, forehead pressed to the cool metal door. My panties were ruined…sodden, stretched out of shape. I peeled them off, the lace dragging slick against my skin, and for a second I thought about stuffing them in my purse. Then I thought…fuck it.

his voice interrupted my thoughts, and I turned my head to see him rifling through my drawers like a man on a mission. “What are you doing? My clothes are already organized,” I murmured, not moving from my spot. Ace glanced over his shoulder, his calm tone betraying nothing as he explained, “Some of your undergarments have slightly faded marks in the middle,” he said, holding a pair of panties between his fingers with complete nonchalance. I blinked. Uh. oh. He continued, unfazed. “From your discharge acid.” I spluttered, absolutely mortified. “A-Ace!”

I was panting too, I’d come in my panties, just from grinding on him. Then he spoke. “…I can’t believe I just came in my pants like a teenage boy.” I snorted, quickly climbing off him so no one would notice anything suspicious. But then I noticed something… And I paled in horror.

Shoot, what am I doing? I instantly stood up, grabbed my handbag for tissues and wiped all the beer in my jeans, and gave the remaining tissues to Clayton, who also stood up and wiped his jeans. The accident turns out to be so comical, and he burst out laughing all of a sudden while seeing me bent down while trying to wipe the spilling on the rocks with tissues in panic. “Anita, leave it, don’t mop the rocks…”, he said while chuckling.