This choice: the clubs, she was trolling for a date. • Go Back...Chapter #4the clubs, she was trolling for a date. by: Gavmo   Gwendolyn had a few ideas for today. She threw on her double D cup bra as she reminisced about her previous boyfriend. She loved him to death, but, like most other boyfriends she had, her nostril-incinerating gas drove him off. A sad fate, but by now Gwendolyn was used to it. She slid her panties over her bulging butt, and contemplated what to wear. She thought for a while, but decided on her favorite tight dress. It came down to about halfway down her thighs, showed a good boob and a half of cleavage, and almost made her look like a prostitute.
She slid her busty figure into the tight black dress and exitted the bedroom. She walked into the kitchen and looked for breakfast. Cereal, but no milk. Toast, but no butter. She finally just decided on the leftover salad from last night. She got out a white ceramic bowl and took 3 handfuls of the salad. The salad consisted of lettuce, slightly soggy, being leftover, brocolli, carrots, cherry tomatoes, garlic croutons, and she preferred to sprinkle on some cheese and drizzle on her favorite italian dressing. After a while, Gwen finished her salad, brushed her teeth to elminate any garlicy breath, and climbed into her car. She shifted the car into reverse, pulled out, and was off.
About halfway to the club, she felt a small bit of pressure in her lower gut, a familiar feeling to her. She had to fart. She shamelessly lefted her right leg and blew a low pitched fart into the car.
"BRRROOOOMMMFFFTTTT"
Sheput her leg back and continued to drive. After about 15 seconds she took note on how vile her fart really was. It stunk of month old broccoli, with a sour hint to it. Maybe the salad was a mistake. She drove another 10 minutes before she reached the club. As she got out, she let loose a quiet but rumbling fart.
"bbbbrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuufffffttttttt"
She sighed in slight releif, but once again cringed at the terrible stench that followed. She hoped she could hold in her gas while she was at the club. She walked into the waiting line. It wasn't all that long, about 10 minutes or so, but of course, with Geendolyn's luck, her stomach churned about 30 seconds into waiting. She tried to ignore her gas and pulled out her phone. She scrolled through her social media. About 1 minute later though, another good sized fart bubble added onto the first. Gwen's abdomen was feeling a bit bloated, but Gwen ignored it. She regretted that decision soon. Within 15 seconds, her gut bubbled and sent a shot of stinging pain through her. She winced slightly, and decided it was time to let it loose.
She carefully pushed, slowly, and let loose 4 straight seconds if silent gas. This far still was sour and brocolli scented, but was also very sulfuric. The people around her took notice, and Gwen acted along, seemingly disgusted by the "mystery fart", pretending to wonder who it was. After a few minutes, Fwen had accumulated another small toot, and also made it to the front of the line. She entered and decided to let loose watever little gas she had as she walked in, cropdust the people near the entrance. She strolled in and let fly a single bubble of a fart. She felt it pop between her plump buttcheeks, and got a quick wiff of her foul creation. Eggs and broccoli. She walked over to a corner and contemplated her next move.
She could head over to the bar for a few drinks, get a bit buzzed before chatting, gostrsight for the kill and talk to the guy on the dancefloor, or excuse herself to the bathroom to let loose whatever small bit of has she had.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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