The headline act was about to take the stage but I couldn't wait; I was desperate for a pee and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I was in serious danger of wetting myself. I made my excuses to my friends and hobbled across the crowded field towards the portaloos, thrusting my hands between my legs to prevent an accident.
I reached my goal only to find my worst nightmare; a queue at the 'ladies' a mile long! Typical! All of the women in the line were grasping their crotches and jigging up and down as they tried not to piss themselves. Hell, I couldn't wait in that line, my bladder was threatening to explode. I had visions of it bursting sending torrents of pee down my legs whilst I waited for a vacant toilet. I couldn't face that sort of humiliation.
My eyes searched the field for an alternative portaloo but all the facilities had similar queues. It was hopeless.
It was then that I spied the hedge at the far end of the field. A row of men were lined up along it, cocks out, smiles of relief on their faces as bright yellow streams of urine showered the undergrowth. I envied them. Men had it easy. They could pee anywhere when they needed to go.
"Ah well," I said to myself, "I'll just have to join them!"
I marched over to the hedge, still holding my crotch tightly. The men saw me coming and glanced around nervously. Most of them seemed embarrassed by the presence of a woman and finished peeing quickly or moved away from me. Others stared at me and refrained from relieving themselves until I had passed. Not all of them.
One man approached me, stepping in front of me to block my path. He leered at me as he unzipped his pants, took out his substantial cock and stroked it. He ran his hands up and down the thick shaft as he studied the expression on my face with amusement.
I was horrified and my eyes widened as I watched his cock swell. I could be in trouble here! I tried to move past him but he moved with me, barring my way. Then I gasped as he took his now semi-erect penis firmly in both hands and pointed it at my feet. I knew what was coming and braced myself as he shot a jet of hot pungent pee straight at me! He grunted with satisfaction as he moved the flow back and forth over my shoes, soaking them.
"Oh shit that's disgusting!" I cried out, but I didn't move, I didn't even try to.
In truth I felt strangely aroused. My cunt lips swelled and I felt hot inside as I stood frozen to the spot letting him piss on me. I imagined myself taking hold of that fat cock and aiming his golden fountain at my tits, feeling my nipples harden as the foul smelling piss soaked through the fabric of my tee-shirt. I imagined the stream hitting my face and running into my mouth. I could almost taste it and the thought made my cunt tingle.
"You're a fucking arse-hole, Jim, leave her alone!" shouted a man's voice.
I snapped back to reality as a second man came striding over to rescue me.
"Sorry," he muttered apologetically as he grabbed Jim by the arm and pulled him away.
Jim laughed and shook his cock at me, spattering the last of his piss over my tee-shirt. A tiny drop landed on my lips. It tasted salty.
I felt eyes watching me and suddenly felt very vulnerable. What was I doing here? Anything could happen to me. I shouldn't be taking a risk like this. Then my bladder pained me again. I grasped my crotch and scurried onwards to find relief, praying there were no more 'Jims' around.
Right, that would have to do. I needed to pee, now! I looked around. I seemed to be alone. The headline band had just got up on stage so the line of peeing men had disappeared back to the field to watch them. Ok, now I could do it.
I stood close to the hedge, lifted my skirt above my waist and pushed my thong to one side. Then I opened my legs. I pushed down but nothing happened. My encounter with Jim still had me on edge. I needed to relax. I shut my eyes and concentrated. It was coming, I could feel it. I exhaled deeply as the first warm drops squeezed out.
"Have you ever tired finger fucking whilst you pee?"
I nearly jumped out of my skin! Who'd said that?! My eyes flew open and fell upon an attractive woman about my age. A stranger. Where did she spring from? My poor bladder clamped shut again with the fright sending a searing pain right through me.