We’re out on this peaceful nature trail, sun filtering through the trees, birds chirping, and me leading the way in my tight shorts and crop top while you follow right behind. My belly’s been rumbling and bloated since breakfast, and I just can’t hold it anymore. Every few steps, a deep, warm fart rips out loud and clear, echoing slightly off the trees as my thick ass jiggles with each blast. I keep walking like nothing happened while another bassy one thunders free, the fresh air mixing with my natural stink. Public, real, shameless outdoor gas all the way to the lookout point.
