The sounds of people walking by intermingled with small gusts of wind that danced past Megan's ankles. The walls of the toilet left a small gap at their base, she imagined for easy cleaning. They were indeed clean as far as public toilets went, there was no odour past the normal scent of chemicals and only a faint smell of previous occupant's shame. She was amazed by the facility's cleanliness considering how close they were to both the playground and skate park.
Her panties were around her ankles backpack tucked neatly beside her as she sat atop the old black, u-shaped seat, having almost completely emptied herself, taking pleasure from both the relief and from the strain around her sphincter as she passed a rather large and solid effort through her tight hole. She had never actually experienced anal sex. She had never experience vaginal sex either in fact, but she imagined that she would enjoy both immensely.
At parties as a teenager, she had been fingered a couple of times. Once she had even sucked a boy's cock to completion, nervously swallowing and asking if she'd done a good job only to find the boy had passed out. If she thought about it at all now, then she would struggle to remember his name.
A virgin still now, but certainly not inexperienced in her own pleasure.
If she listened carefully, she could hear the scrapes and gasps from the teenagers skating their boards around and over a concrete bowl. The sounds of children playing on the playground were louder, however.
She wondered if it was these sounds of people living their ordinary lives so close by that excited her so much. Was it knowing that boys and girls, mums and caregivers going about their daily lives so close around her that made her clit grow and glisten. Whatever it was, here she was again uncoupling one leg from her panties and rubbing herself while listening to the sounds of pedestrian life around her.
This was now almost a daily occurrence. On her way home from uni, she would enjoy this moment of self-induced bliss, edging and eventually climaxing in this her favourite and most frequented stall. She would relieve her bladder and her bowels, and edge and masturbate before wiping the evidence of everything away and flushing tissues tainted with shit, piss and cum away from the world.
She had, previously investigated different toilets for this purpose. The ones on campus were usually dirty by the end of the day. The single stall toilet closer to home was a grim, dank stale smelling enclosure that did not inspire her, although once she did lean against the wall to find an immediate and much needed release before getting home.
