Over the next month Ben and I were spending a lot of our spare time together, going out on dates, watching movies, with me spending most nights during the weekend staying at his flat. Pretty much any time that we were together it always ended up in some sort of sexual action between us. After my first time with Ben, I was loving sex and had even given him a few blow jobs and enjoyed the feeling of his dick in my mouth. He had even gone down on me with his mouth once and that was amazing having him licking me down there. It was like we were both learning together and finding out what pleasures we could give to each other.
About 6 weeks after we had been together, Ben had bought us some tickets to a band that was playing about an hour from our city. I wasn't the biggest music fan but he said he liked some of their songs so I agreed to go with him when he mentioned it. I had the feeling that he wasn't really into the band that much and that he might be just trying to be cool and show me that he isn't a boring guy who doesn't socialise very often. We would be spending time together so that was good enough reason for me to go with him. On the Friday night I got myself ready after work and waited for Ben to pick me up in the taxi he had organised. We were getting the taxi to the train station and catching the train to the concert. We thought it might be good to have a couple of drinks while we were watching the band so we could relax and enjoy ourselves so the train was our best option for transport. Ben soon showed up and we were on our way to the train station, which was only a short drive. We only had a short wait at the station for our train and then we were on our way again. I cuddled into Ben in our seats and not long after I must have fallen asleep on his shoulder. Work had been busy and the movement of the train soon put me to sleep. The hour trip took no time at all and Ben was waking me hurriedly so we didn't miss our station. I grabbed his arm as we were up and quickly heading for the door. Lucky he was awake and taking notice or we would have missed our stop. The concert was an outdoor event and only a short walk from the train station. There were other passengers who had gotten off with us who looked like they were concert goers so we just followed them for the walk. After a small line up at the gates we were in and headed for the food vans for some hotdogs and some drinks. I ended up having 2 hotdogs as I was hungry and couldn't be bothered going back later to line up again if I wanted more. The music had just started so Ben quickly grabbed us some drinks so we could get over to the stage area. He ended up buying 3 cans of beer and a bottle of water. Two of the beers were for him, with the water and the other beer for me. He knows I don't really like beer but that's all they had so he got the water to help me stomach the beer a little easier. I took a big drink of the water and then cracked my beer open and we were off towards the music.
We found our spot near the back of the crowd and just stood and listened to the songs. Ben was really enjoying himself, maybe he liked the music more than I initially realised. I was just drinking my beer and looking around at the crowd and nodding occasionally to the music. I thought if I drank my beer quickly then it would get it done out of the way and then I could drink my water and the beer taste would be gone from my mouth. I haven't drunk much beer but when I have the taste just stays in your mouth forever and its not a taste I enjoy. I think the band was on their third song and I just finished the last of my beer so I just threw the empty can behind me where there were a few other empty ones. I quickly had another drink of my water to dilute the taste and it worked as I hoped it would. One thing I didn't consider when drinking the beer so fast was that it would probably mean I would need to go to the toilet sooner than expected. The fourth song had started and I could feel the pressure on my bladder almost instantly. I said to Ben I will have to go the toilet and asked if he needed to go. He said he was ok for the moment and considering his favourite song was on, would I be ok to go by myself. I looked around to where the toilets were and they weren't far, so I said sure no worries. He gave me a kiss and then I turned towards the direction of the toilets and headed off. There were 8 portable toilets in a row that I could see that were slightly around the corner from where the crowd was gathered. There was plenty of people around and the lighting was good so I wasn't scared or anything. The sign at the toilets said UNISEX Toilets and please use respectably. Looking at all the toilet doors, they all had the red occupied section showing so I just had to wait and hope my bladder would make it. I was the only one waiting so I would be next when a toilet became vacant.
After about 2 minutes and me almost crossing my legs whilst standing there trying to hold back my wee, the door on the toilet on the far end sprung open. A rather large man came out and the door slammed back shut again. I headed straight for the door as this was my chance to relieve my bladder, almost running past the middle aged overweight man who had just used the toilet. I quickly opened the door and pushed the occupied latch across to lock the door. I hadn't been in a portable toilet for a long while and quickly realised how gross they can be. The toilet lid was already up so I quickly undid my jeans and pushed my panties and jeans down and sat on the seat. Finally, I had the relief that I needed and it felt great to be taking the strain of my bladder. Halfway through my wee I noticed how smelly this toilet actually was and it had such a strong smell of poo and urine and you could see some of the wee on the floor where the guys hadn't been very careful when relieving themselves. My mind quickly wandered and I was thinking about the fat man who had just used the toilet and wondered if it was his wee and poo I could smell. I could feel my bum was a little bit wet and I didn't even think to wipe the seat with some toilet paper before I sat down. I needed to wee badly so that thought didn't even enter my head. I was sitting on the same dirty seat that the fat man might have just had his big arse on. It was probably all dirty and sweaty from his arse sitting on it or was it his wee that was on the seat that I sat in. I started to feel a bit turned on by the grossness of it all now that I had finished my wee and could think properly. My perverse curiosity got the better of me so I got up off the seat and looked into the big toilet bowel. They were pump out toilets and I could see a big pile of poo straight in the middle of the bowl area. I nearly dry reached so I looked away quickly and sat back down on the seat. For some reason I was still feeling a little turned on by the gross side of it all and the fact that I was in this little toilet that was stinky and full of what was probably male wee and poo. I looked down at the floor which was wet, probably from wee and I could see the bottom of my jeans were touching the floor and probably had some wee on them by now. I wasn't very careful when I sat down as all I could think about was doing my business on the toilet. I couldn't hear anyone outside, only the sound of the music so I decided to spread my legs a little and give my pussy a quick rub. I knew I was already wet and turned on a little and the perverse situation just made me want to rub my pussy even more. I have no idea why but I was excited about being in this shared portable toilet that was gross and stinky. I spread my legs even further and put a finger in my pussy and just looked towards the door, starting to get myself worked up more than I should have. It was turning me on knowing that my legs were spread in this stinky toilet and I was fingering myself and all that was separating me from the outside world was a thin plastic door. It was then that I remembered that I still had my water bottle in my other hand. I guided the bottle towards my pussy and just rubbed the end of the bottle up against my clit and pushed hard. The longer I was in this toilet the more turned on by the gross situation I was. I looked to my left and I could see a small puddle of wee and before I new what I was doing I wiped the bottom of the bottle in the puddle and pushed it back against my pussy and rubbed it backed and forth. I wiped the bottle in the puddle again and kept rubbing it against my pussy. The whole situation and the fact that what I was doing was so gross and in a public area, it bought me to an orgasm right there on that stinky, sweaty toilet seat. Wow, I had no idea I was so capable of such disgusting, perverted thoughts and actions.
I quickly gathered my thoughts and pulled up my panties and jeans, opened the door and I was out of the filthy toilet. There was no one waiting to use the toilets so I didn't have to face anyone with my embarrassing inner thoughts that had already formed in my head. I found a sink that was set up for people to wash their hands and I made sure I used plenty of soap too. It was on my walk back to Ben that I realised that I left my water bottle in the toilet, that's how quick I was trying to get out of their when the reality sank in at what I had allowed my self to do in there.
I found Ben easily and he asked how I got on and that he was starting to get worried as I'd been gone for ages. I told him everything was fine and there was just a bit of a wait in line to use the toilet.
