The fighting in the trench was intense and the sexy marine next to me was doing well. I’ll admit I had the hots for her, especially when she was just wearing her dirty green t-shirt braless. Now normally when us guy marines had to piss we just whipped it out and did business. But now since women had equal combat rights we had to deploy the gender combat toilet.
Basically the gender combat toilet consisted of 4 titanium poles with a green fabric attached. First you dug your hole and then deployed the gender combat toilet. You sat down in the center of the 4 fabric walls and did your business.
One day the fighting was intense and she had to piss. I told her to keep her head down. She was struggling to deploy the gender combat toilet and I was putting lead down on some rag heads. The trench was only about 6 feet deep which made the whole gender toilet insane to setup under fire. I yelled and said, “baby just freaking piss”.
“Don’t look”, she yelled back. She had her back to me and dropped her camouflage pants. Her panties where ripped and soaked from perspiration. She slid them down past her ankles and squatted. I fired some more rounds down range, not once turning away from her. The steam started to rise over her ass and obscured her slit.
Beauty in a combat situation? Well that day under intense fighting I realized beauty can be found under any circumstance, if we just open our eyes and look around.
She lost her balance and fell forward, giving me the complete show. I quickly glanced down range to make sure no enemy were advancing. Finally she had her pants back on and made her way back toward me. She collapsed against my left shoulder. “Did you look”, she asked? “Well a little bit”, I stated. She placed her dry lips on mine and slid her tongue in my mouth.
Suddenly I heard the gunny yelling at us and told us to get “freaking serious” or were all going to get killed.
That night under the darkened dirty sky we got naked and humped in silence. The combat gender toilet lay under our naked bodies.