It happened around Christmas. I was invited to be the best man at the wedding of my good friend. He and his bride were from the east, and the wedding took place in her hometown. For guests arriving there, a small hotel at the airport was booked, about ten miles from the city.

Among the bridesmaids was a young woman, Susan, who had flown in from California. She was about twenty-five years old, a blonde with an attractive slim figure, long legs and, as it seemed to me, beautiful round breasts. Susan and my friend's bride were childhood friends, and I was a little familiar with her before. It always seemed to me that she was cold and partly complexed.

The ceremony was scheduled for Saturday night, and guests and family were invited to dinner on Friday in an unusual, Japanese restaurant in the city center.

During dinner, I sat by Susan. She looked great in a short black dress, emphasizing her figure. I ordered a steak, and she - specially cooked salmon. I remember how she said that although she loves fish, I did not expect it to be so tasty. When dinner was over, most of us went to the bar for a little cocktail. Suzy and I talked a little bit, but mostly on general topics.

I rented a car, and when people began to leave, I offered to take it back to the hotel. Although I had a little fantasy about us doing it together in bed, she showed no particular interest to me, and I really didn’t expect anything to happen between us.

When we went outside, we found that the temperature had dropped a lot, and snow fell. Although the snow had already attacked several inches, the movement, it seemed to me, would not be complicated, and we drove off. After about ten minutes, it became obvious that the weather was worse than we thought. It was windy and a lot of snow, and the visibility was very poor. The road became very slippery and it was impossible to move more than twenty miles an hour.

When I mentioned that the return would take considerable time, Susan took it easy. However, after another fifteen minutes of travel, she asked if I knew how long to go, adding: “I think I need to go to the bathroom.”

I told her that it might take another twenty minutes and she calmed down. Shortly thereafter, however, we reached the traffic jam of the cars, and we had to completely stop. After a few minutes of waiting, someone said that there was an accident ahead and the road was completely closed. By this time, behind us blocked other cars, and we could not turn around, and there was nothing left but to sit and wait.

We waited more than half an hour. During this time, Suzy became more restless. She was silent, but fidgeted in place and moved from side to side. From her previous sentence, it became clear to me that she was worried. I was excited by a new idea and began to feel an erection. At one point, there was a water column ahead, and I suggested that she use this wash basin as a joke. She answered with a smile and definitely: “This is not something that will help me.”

Remembering her words at the dinner about a funny tasting, I guessed the fish that she probably got upset stomach and wants to crap, and keeps it in herself. This thought only increased my excitement. While we waited, I watched her out of the corner of my eye, and she fidgeted and tried to hide her need.

Finally, the movement resumed, the car drove slowly, and we reached the hotel. About one and a half hours had passed since we had left the restaurant, and she had restrained herself almost the whole time. In the meantime, I was very excited about it and regretted that everything ended without incident. I put the car in the parking lot, and she immediately went out and ran down the stairs to the second floor, to my room. I followed her. Near the door, she lost a few seconds, because she could not immediately open the lock with shaking hands.As soon as she got inside, she dropped the jacket on the bed and rushed to the bathroom, and I remained standing in the doorway.

The door to the bathroom was closed. She turned the knob, but she was locked, and the unfortunate girl could not turn it.

“Oh no,” she said. "What should I do now? I really have to go in. "

For a minute we looked at the room in search of a key. Suzy began to look very worried. She intensified the struggle with the pen and said to me: “Please help me with this. I do not know how long I can endure. "

For several minutes we tried to open the door together. She was more and more nervous. I wanted to call the concierge, but Suzy shook her head:

“Oooh, I think there’s already no time.” She moaned.

While I was fiddling with the door, she began to play with the hem of her dress nervously walking around. She also began to squeeze herself from behind and between her legs, as if this could help her hold the load inside.

Again she told me in alarm: “Please hurry. If you can’t open the door anytime soon, then I’m afraid I’ll put it in my pants. "

It was obvious that some of its complexes disappeared due to stress.

A lot of time has passed, but I still fiddled with the door without result. Now Susan was really in a panic. She desperately walked and squeezed herself, sometimes moaning and looking around a little, as if she wanted to find an alternative way to solve her problem, but she couldn’t think of anything. Once or twice she stopped abruptly and strained all her muscles, apparently trying to maintain control over her body. Her breathing became fast and irregular. The body trembled. I was very excited, because I could not assume that I could observe this beautiful girl when she was going to defecate.

Suddenly, Suzanne seemed to realize that she was completely losing control. She moaned again.

“Oh, no, this is happening! I'm starting to crap! ”

Still clenching her knees, she suddenly leaned over, grabbed the hem of her tightly-fitting dress, and dramatically pulled it up to the waist. Her round ass became completely open. I saw light, almost transparent panties, which tightly wrapped her bare buttocks under tight transparent pantyhose. I could see a triangle of light between her hips and crotch. She was still standing in high heels that made her legs look longer. She seemed sexy and vulnerable, and I didn’t know what I could do to prevent sperm from erupting into my pants.

Continuing to hold the dress with one hand, Susie was able to pull the tights down a third of the way.

"Oh my God. I am starting to defecate !! Please do not look. ”- she asked me almost with tears.

However, I was too bewitched to turn away. She slightly squatted, and the fabric of the panties stretched on the ass even more. At the very last moment, she began to push them, but it was too late. Instinctively, she tried to spread her legs, but her tights squeezed her knees together. She closed her eyes and strained her face so that it turned red. Then I saw that she had relaxed her buttocks, and they parted slightly under her panties, and lost the rest of control.

There was a quiet crash, and a lump appeared behind the panties between her legs. I heard that she was crying a little bit:

“Oh, it started! I feel it coming out! I'm cocoa! Oh!"

The smell filled the air almost instantly. When the bulge began to grow, she murmured:

"Oh! Oh, I can't believe it. I crap one's pants. I defecate in my panties. Oh! Oh!!"

The bulge behind, continued to grow rapidly, and a brown stain had already appeared. Again I heard the sound of a fart. Kal looked very liquid, and the back of the panties stretched out and began to sag. Initially, the slurry was collected inside them, but its quantity grew, and, soon, some began to leak around and noisily

on the floor. Suzy remained in the same position, squatting, with only her knees apart, and noisily filling her panties. With one hand she continued to hold the dress at the waist, and looked down with her eyes closed.During the entire time, she continued to cry and loudly talk about what was happening. She probably ...