Gwen noticed the man inhale deeply, then scrunch his nose. He tried to do so subtly, but Gwen immideatly took notice. Gwen made small talk, where do you work, what do you do for fun, etc. Just stupid, cliche first date topics. Gwen's stomach gurgled quietly and she awkwardly shifted in her seat. The man didn't notice that Gwen just stifled a fart, and went on with his business. About halfway through his scentence, he paused and began a new one.
"I just realized, we haven't really introduced ourselves." The man said.
"Oh yeah." Gwen chuckled. "My name is Gwendolyn, but I perfer to be called Gwen."
"My name is Mike. Nice to meet you Gwen." Mike shot her a nice smile and her bowels bubbled again. A fart was imminent. Gwen gently pushed out a tiny bubble. This one popped between her butcheeks. This next fart wouldn't be silent. It would be deep, wet, and raunchy. She needed a way to mask it. Speak of the devil, the waitress came by.
"Here you are you two, Red wine." As the waitress said that, Gwendolyn let fly her fart.
"bbrroommpptptpptptptptptptptptpt"
Her chair slightly shook beneath her, and the raunchy scent of, well, potent fart, swirled up from beneath her.
The waitress continued her talking."Are we ready to order yet, or do we need a bit more time?"
Gwen and Mike agreed that they both needed some more time, and as Gwendolyn's gas became apparent to Mike, the waitress strolled off. Mike once again scrunched his nose. This time he spoke to Gwen.
"I think our waitress might be a little gassy today."
Gwen was confused, but soon realized the absolute perfection of her timing. She farted at the right time so that Mike thought the waitress let one fly. She played along with it. "Yeah. I smelled that too."
Mike looked at her. "Unless that was you, but I trust you wouldn't let something that nasty loose within 5 minutes of meeting someone." Gwen blushed a little, not lnowing out of being flattered, or embaraased. She played it off though.she shot hima sexy look.
"Oh, so you already trust me?" She said in a joking, but sexy manner.
"Yeah. You seem like a nice girl. Anyway, we should probably figure out what to order. We don't want that waitress making very many more trips over here." He chuckled at his own joke. Gwen saw 2 menu items she really wanted. Brocolli and cheese soup or the triple enchiladas sounded scrumptious. Whoch one did she select
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