It's the season now and my husband and I started going to the forest for mushrooms on weekends. Every time we go to the forest in the morning, after a while I go to poop. Usually we walk through the forest at some distance from each other. I try to choose the moment when my husband does not notice me between the trees, when I need to poop. If he was interested, then I would have done the opposite so that he would notice it. I can’t say that I’m embarrassed to do it in front of him, but I still try not to openly flaunt it. But something happened this Sunday. I sat down to poop as usual. I already really wanted to poop. However, lately my poop has unfortunately become quite hard and it takes some effort to push it out. I sat down on my knees in jeans and panties and pushed out the hard poop, which didn't come out too fast. After the poop finally came out, I breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, pulled on my underpants and jeans, and walked out. I was late enough when I was pooping, so I hurried away and did not even look at the place where I left my poop. I went in the direction where my husband was supposed to be, after a while I saw him among the trees and called. We got close and he asked why I didn't answer his calls. I reached into my pocket for my phone and realized with horror that there was no phone. I guessed that I dropped it when I sat down to poop, apparently it jumped out of my pocket. I told my husband that there was no phone, and apparently dropped it when I went to the toilet. He asked where this might have happened. I showed the direction. My husband dialed my phone number and we walked in that direction listening to the call. It was quiet in the forest and there was hope that we would hear the call, especially since this place was not far away. Fortunately, after a while, a few steps away from us, we heard a melody from my phone. When we approached, the phone was lying a short distance from where I sat and pooped. Husband saw my poop and said, honey, congratulations on your relief, well done.. We laughed a bit, took the baskets and went further into the forest. Now I try to always keep my phone in a closed pocket.
Yesterday I was finally able to poop next to the forest road. I knew that I was going to take a car trip out of town and was already preparing for it. I even had to be patient a little and not go to the toilet at my usual time. I was driving alone in the car and turned off the highway to the place where I planned to poop. This is a small forest road that leads to a clearing. I've pooped there before and hoped that no one would disturb me. I drove into the clearing, stopped the car and got out. Nearby there was a dense shrub and some trees where I went. so that I can't be seen. The snow in the forest had almost melted and last year's grass was visible. I unbuttoned my short jacket, unbuttoned my jeans and lowered them along with beige thong panties to my knees. I really wanted to poop, and when I sat down, soft poop immediately began to come out of my ass. I heard the poop falling and smelled it, then I peed quite a lot more. It was very nice to experience such relief. I wasn't in too much of a hurry to get up and leave, it was quiet around. After squatting for a while, I got up, pulled on my panties and jeans, straightened my jacket and looked down. There was an impressive pile of shit on the ground, splattered with my urine. I came out of my hiding place, stood next to the car for a while, then got in and drove away. It's a wonderful feeling and a little exciting. I'm always afraid that someone might notice me when I do this.
Since school days, I remember some moments when we went to the toilet on hikes. At the end of the school year, our teachers arranged trips to the forest to the lakes. Now I want to tell you how my friend and I went to the toilet at one of the railway stations when we returned with the class from a hike. In my opinion, we were already in the 9th grade at that time. The hike began with the fact that we drove a certain distance from the city by train, and then walked through the forest on foot to the place where we stopped for the night. Accordingly, we returned back in reverse order and when we had already left the forest on the way back to the station, there was still time before the arrival of our train. The station was small, there was actually some kind of platform near the village and a wooden toilet was built at it. I remember that it was quite large with two doors, although it was quite old. I've been trying to take a shit for a long time, and my friend also said that we should go into the bushes when we were walking through the woods to the station, but I didn't want to lag behind the group, much less ask everyone to wait for us. We decided to walk to the station, and then find a toilet on it. As it turned out, not only us wanted to go to this institution, so we went to one of the departments of this building with a friend together, because the second one was also occupied, in my opinion it was even more convenient for us. There was quite a lot of space inside, although there was only one hole, at a small elevation from the floor. It was dirty around, there were scraps of newspapers lying around and in a couple of places it was shit, someone didn't want to go to the hole. But we were not in evening dresses, but in ordinary tracksuits, so we didn't pay much attention to all this. I let go of my pants and underpants to my knees and sat down over the hole, spreading my legs wider, but my friend, not wanting to wait and seeing such a situation, sat down in the corner on my left hand. I started pissing and almost immediately pushing the poop out of myself. Apparently from the fact that she had already endured for a long time, the poop was hard at the beginning, but when the first part of it came out, then everything went much easier, all this fell down making characteristic sounds. I saw that my friend had pissed on the floor in the corner of the toilet, although it was with large slits and the urine in them quickly ran down and now she was sitting with her face turned in my direction. I remember that we said something in the process and laughed at something. There was also some fuss in the next department, someone came in and out slamming the door, I don't remember the details. A friend got up first and began to pull on her panties - tight white shorts, then not everyone had such underwear, and I remember that I paid attention to them and also thought that no matter how sorry she was to put them on her dirty ass now, but we didn't have paper with us, and scraps of dirty newspapers were to wipe not an option. So I also shook my ass a little over the hole, as is usually done when there is nothing to wipe myself with, got up, pulled on my underpants and trousers. My poop fell all into the hole, but my friend's pile was lying in the corner of the toilet, I remember that it was light brown, twisted, like squeezed cream.
I am sure that as a child, each of us intentionally or not intentionally soiled our panties, after which we received comments from adults. I started to realize very early on that I like to leave my ass a little dirty while getting my panties dirty. My belief that there was nothing wrong with this was reinforced by watching other children, and sometimes adult women, when I witnessed them going to the toilet. One of these cases, when I saw a grown woman poop as a child, happened to me when my mother and I were working on our country plot in the fall. That day we were digging up potatoes and my mother's sister, my aunt, was with us. She is a few years older than my mother and then she was about 40 years old. We took a break from work for lunch. Then I told my mom I had to go to the bathroom. To which my mother said that now we can all go about our business together. We still had men working with us, and we needed some privacy to go to the bathroom. Next to the field where we worked, there was a tree planting, where we went with our female company. We went behind the trees and chose a place. My mom said I could go to the bathroom right here and no one would bother me. To which I replied that I should not only pee, but also poop. My aunt told me that I wasn't alone in my desires and that she didn't mind relieving her ass either. Each chose a place at some distance from each other, took off his pants and panties and sat down. I remember that my mother got up first because she had just peed. She got dressed and went to the side. I was still sitting and pooping, looking at my aunt, who was also sitting and pooping and saying something to my mother. After a while, my aunt got up and immediately pulled on her panties, and then her pants. I realized she hadn't wiped herself. And I thought, it's not just kids who leave their asses dirty, but adults as well. We didn't take anything with us to wipe up, probably because no one said they were going to poop in the first place. Just in case, I asked my mom about wiping my ass. But Mom said we didn't bring any napkins and I could just put my panties on and that she would wash them later. Then I got up and dressed. We went back to the field and worked for a few more hours. I could feel my panties sometimes sticking to my ass, but for some reason I liked the feeling. I knew that my aunt also had a dirty ass, apparently she was haunted by the same feelings as me. I was sure her panties were as damaged as mine by the end of the day.
I remembered an incident from my youth. My parents and I were visiting the same family. There was a girl in this family, about my age, when I was 14 years old. We went for a walk in their garden. While walking, I noticed several large poop under one of the trees. I asked if they might have a dog that left this pile of poop. To which the girl replied that she did it herself, a little earlier, because she did not want to go home to go to the toilet when she was working in the garden. She added that she often does this and that it is much more pleasant to go to the toilet to poop in nature. I told her that I also like to go to the toilet in nature, but I try to do it somewhere in the bushes, where my poop will not be noticed. She replied that she also tried to do everything quietly, but this time she knew that no one would interfere with her. Besides, she needed to poop very urgently and didn't have much time to think.
I like public toilets, especially those that are poorly maintained. In our country, such toilets can be found at small railway stations. I remember a time when I was waiting for a train with a work colleague at one of these stations. She was a few years older than me. I decided to go to this toilet. I knew that I could pee for sure, but I still had hope that I could poop, although I did not feel much desire. I hadn’t gone to poop yet that day. It was a toilet with several cubicles and sinks in the floor. It wasn’t very clean. I walked in, pulled up my dress, and pulled my panties down to my knees. When I sat down, I immediately urinated and, to my joy, I felt that I could poop. After a while, the poop started to come out. To my surprise, the poop was not small. When I was done, I stood up and pulled on my panties without wiping. In any case, there was no toilet paper in the stall. When I returned, my colleague asked me if the toilet was working. I said that everything was fine and the toilet was working. She went there and was gone for quite a while. When she returned, she became a little indignant that the station toilets are constantly missing toilet paper. I agreed with her and said I should have warned her about it.
I wanted to share with you a story about how I did my first shit in front of my husband.
My husband and I were in the woods in the morning, picking mushrooms. Around 11-00 I really wanted to use the toilet. I should have done shit. I told my husband about it and wanted privacy. He smiled and said no need to go far. I moved to the other side. There was a Bush around me. Took off his pants and panties. Sat down and began . Almost immediately began to get caught the first poop. The husband stood up and looked in my direction. I was a little confused because I only made PI-PI in front of him early. Soon has fallen the latter a turd. I didn't have toilet paper. So I just got up and pulled my panties and pants on my ass. I was a little ashamed, and my husband noticed it. He said if I wanted to, I could look at him when he was doing shit, too. I liked the idea. We have become further to collect mushrooms. A couple hours later, my husband said he had to do shit. He walked a little to the side, took off his pants and sat down. I was looking at his cock. A second later, he poured urine. He began to squeeze poop. It was really fun to watch. When the last piece of shit hit the ground, he got up and pulled his pants. Said his ass was too dirty because we didn't bring toilet paper. When we got home, our panties were very dirty. But it was an interesting experience.
