your way into the bathroom

You take a stance and a couple long breath. In a few seconds you kick the door as hard as you can. The door breaks open and you quickly barge into the bathroom.

You immediately freeze at the sight in front of you.

You are looking at an attractive, buxom middle aged woman who immediately turns her head and stares back at you with eyes wide open and mouth slightly agape. She is wearing a tight, long sleeved satin blouse, pencil skirt, dark nylon pantyhose and a pair of sandals.

Your neighbor Martha Whithers is still alive.

Her tied long hair is slightly disheveled and her clothes are a bit crumpled. It’s clear that she had been forgoing showers and change of clothes for a while, but she is more or less safe and healthy. And she is as gorgeous as you remember, despite her being in her late thirties. But what made this situation a little bit awkward is what she is doing now right in front of you.

As soon as you enter the bathroom, the weird, alluring smell is replaced with a very familiar stink that fills the bathroom. Martha is sitting on the toilet with her skirt pulled upward and her tights pulled down to mid-thigh, revealing her upper thigh and the side of her rump.

You barged into her when she is still in the middle of taking a huge dump.