Exhale. Excrete.
She could feel it stir inside her.
The sensation of moist fluid sticking to her behind kept her shivering the entire ride home, and now she gripped the metal railing uncomfortably.
"Ma'am…are you alright?"
The woman spun around to her right. A middle-aged man gave her a once-over and his eyes softened. "You seem real nervous."
"Ah…um…yes. I'm fine…" she lied, wiping a bead of sweat off of her forehead. What could she tell the man? That she really, really needed to…excrete? The man nodded, accepting her reply, and returned to the newspaper he had been reading.
Minutes passed. It didn't help that the bus was a rickety old thing, bouncing up and down on roads that hadn't been paved in decades. Then again, it was her mother's idea for her to move to a quieter suburban neighborhood. The woman fidgeted, worsening her soiled undergarment by spreading the brown and grey fluid. She let out a soft yelp as it crept forward, touching her womanhood.
"God…" she muttered restlessly under her breath. She nearly felt like passing out from the cramps she was experiencing because she was clenching her behind so tightly, but remembered that the last time she rode on the bus, the bile had leaked onto the floor. Steadying her head, she took rapid breaths.
Her heart jumped when she saw the sign for her town, Caldwel, appear for a split second at her window. "Three minutes," she exhaled.
The bus crept to a slow stop and the woman's hands shook as she envisioned what the back of her skirt must look like when she gets up.
"D'you…need some help there?" the middle-aged man stood up and leaned against the metal pole next to him.
"No, no…" the woman coughed. She waved at him, almost as if she was shooing him, as she shot up from her seat and immediately concealed her behind with her handbag. Hobbling down the aisle, she gripped the metal poles for balance and limped down the stairs, thanking the bus driver under her breath.
Lingering around the bus stop until she could no longer see the bus's rear lights in the distance, she hiked up her skirt and bolted towards her house, which was conveniently down the lane. Her throat stung and she could feel the liquid slide down her thighs with every stride she took.
"Almost…there…" she grunted.
Stomping up her porch steps like a madwoman, she wrenched her purse open and retrieved her keys. She jammed each key into the doorknob, growing more frustrated with every failed attempt, until she heard the soft click of the door unlock before her. Flinging the door open, she strode inside the house and slammed the door behind her shut in one fell swoop. She threw her keys and her purse across the living room, knocking several items off of side tables as she sprinted to her bathroom.
She twisted the knob furiously and strode to the toilet.
The woman instantly tugged down her skirt, her fingernails slightly scraping her soft thighs. The elastic waistband of the skirt hugged her thighs tightly, reassuring her that she wouldn't need to recover them from the ground after she had finished. At once, her skin met the cold porcelain bowl, and she shivered.
"It's almost..." she gasped.
Gripping both of her knees, she contracted the muscles in her stomach, facilitating an equal reaction behind her. The bile slithered out of her, smooth and fluid, causing her to moan with delight.
The wait was over.