XTREME GIRLS - Nobody opens the door and I shit in the yard

Julia was in desperate need of relieving herself as she trudged up to her house, her key already in hand. She had been on the go all day and her bladder felt like it was on the brink of bursting; she couldn't wait to get back inside and finally let it all out. But as she stood before her door, she realized with growing dread that no one was home. Her bowels were becoming uncomfortable now, and she knew that she couldn't hold it in much longer. She glanced around nervously, wondering if anyone was watching, but she knew she had to do something soon. Slowly, she began to walk towards the back of the house, her mind racing as she thought about what she should do. Finally reaching the privacy of her backyard, Julia felt a sense of relief wash over her. She looked around and spied a glass bowl sitting on a table near the patio; it was just big enough for what she had in mind. She took a deep breath and undid her pants, letting them fall to the ground along with her wet panties. She stood there for a moment, letting the cool air breathe on her bare ass cheeks, before she slowly lowered herself onto the edge of the glass bowl. The cold surface against her sensitive skin was exhilarating, sending shivers down her spine as her urge to defecate intensified. Without further ado, she gave in to her desires and felt a warm wave of relief wash over her as her shit slid out of her body and into the bowl. The sound of it splashing against the glass was music to her ears, and she couldn't resist the urge to listen in on it. She sat there for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling of her bowels emptying themselves, before she realized that she wasn't done yet. Reluctantly, she lifted herself off the bowl and pushed the rest of her shit out onto the grass. It was a messy, satisfying sensation that left her giddy with delight. Finally, she was done. She sat back on her heels and surveyed her handiwork, feeling a strange mix of pride and shame coursing through her veins. She swallowed hard before reaching for the abandoned glass bowl, half-expecting it to be too dirty to use again. To her surprise, it was still spotless. She looked at it for a moment, considering what she would do next, before deciding that it was time to clean up after herself. The thought of leaving her mess behind was too much to bear, so she carefully picked up the bowel and carried it back to the house, determined to clean everything up before anyone returned. And so she did, washing the bowl and herself until every last trace of her filthy act was gone. As she watched the water swirl around in the sink, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment. Despite the taboo nature of her actions, she felt strangely liberated; as if she'd finally let go of something that had been weighing her down for far too long.