Anne looked at him as they stood at the bar and whispered, "Please let's go now. I am almost wetting my panties."

      She felt his hand under the front of her leather skirt, making its way up her legs. His fingers rubbed over her cunt through the cotton gusset encountering her wetness.

      "Your doing it already," he observed." It's not just leaked wee; it's love juice."

      "I am dying to come as well," she giggled.

      His fingers began to rub and tease. Anne's thighs now were pressed together, forcing the leaking pee to pond round the seat of her panties.

      The damp sensation around her bottom gave her a feeling of naughtiness; of being rude in public. Ian's fingers traced round her cunt lips, and she felt her self responding. Waves of pleasure radiated from her wet cunt, spreading upwards to her tits, then to her very finger tips, while others went down from her thighs down her legs to her toes. Just as she was on the verge of coming in her panties, Ian withdrew his hand. Anne groaned in disappointment.

      He'd been doing the same thing on and off since she had returned from work that evening, first in the hall before she had taken her coat off, then when he had followed her in to the bathroom. She thought he intended to shag her, but no: he had let her sit on the toilet with her panties still on, then putting his fingers over her cunt had teased her yet again. Had she been able to be on her own she would have masturbated repeatedly.

      This was his revenge, for that morning she had teased him, playing with his prick, then she had wanked her self off in front of him. Taking so much time that he had to go to work frustrated. While she had creamed herself in her panties at work, in the ladies, having a quick wank, while sat on the toilet. Now there they were in the pub, she, desperate for a pee and so horny, if they had been sitting at a table she could have surreptitiously made her self come. Ian was now talking to the barman, and Anne's attention was drawn to a couple with a young daughter.

      The girl (Fiona) was bored at being forced to remain seated at the table. To get round this constraint she began making frequent trips to the ladies. This was an excuse to go in the games room. Fiona actually managed to get away from her parents a number of times, but had not been to the toilet. On the last trip to the games room. The manager seeing what was happening, spoke to her parents about her and asked them to keep her seated. Her mum and dad where in conversation with another couple and were annoyed at the intrusion, telling Fiona to stop being such a pain. Fiona sulked and seethed. Would they never leave, she wondered.

      After about half an hour the poor girl having consumed many soft drinks, now genuinely did want need to wee. She pestered her mum till to let her go, till her dad said loud enough for Anne to hear. "Look, you wanted to come with us, I said you would be bored, but you insisted on coming. Now you are bored. Remember, we want to enjoy ourselves so just shut up and sit still. We don't want to offend the manager and get asked to leave. You've been to the toilet five times and we are getting more than a little fed up with you trying to have your own way. It's always just once more time, Well we have had enough of the selfishness, remember you're not too old to get your backside slapped."

      Fiona looked horrified. He mother added sharply, "You asked for it. Anymore and it will happen as soon as we get outside."

      Then they turned their attention to their friends. Fiona sat still for a little while before starting to fidget, and wriggle.

      It was obvious to Anne the poor girl was on the verge of wetting her panties. Her small mini skirt rode up from time to time with all her antics, affording glances of her panty crotch. Anne could see there was now a damp patch.

      The girl placed her hands in her lap and was holding her self through her skirt. She made one last appeal. "Please dad, I have to go to the loo."

      Her father, exasperated beyond measure, reacted with a hissed warning. "What have I just told you? ,Now you really are for it".

      Apprehension passed over Fiona's features, but this was soon replaced by a crafty cunning look. Anne was amazed to see the girl suddenly relax in her seat and spread her legs. The girl was deliberately wetting herself!

      At first, Anne could not work out why she had suddenly given in. Then the beatific smile on Fiona's face said it all. Everyone has heard my dad threatening me, when we walk out and people see I have been forced to wet my self, even though I may well feel embarrassed, however my shame will be nothing compared to theirs. They will be that disgraced me will get anything I ask for. Just a few tears as a final touch.

      And it went much that way, when they did get up to leave. Her mother was horrified to discover her daughter had wet herself. In fact more so than had it been she herself. Dad looked as though he felt everyone must think him the biggest swine of all time. The cameo amused Anne even though she was nearly doing the same thing on the floor. That gave her the idea. Getting back Ian's attention from his conversation with the bar man, She pointed out there was a table free and said she wanted to sit down. Ian unaware of what had transpired followed her to the table.where Anne sat down in the seat previously occupied by the young girl. Despite the fact her own panties where more than damp, the wetness from the seat, soaked through her skirt, bathing her bum in warm wetness.

      She gazed at Ian and whispered, "Now I am going to pee myself."

      Ian stared, uncomprehending. Then she recounted what had happened, and concluded, "so, when I walk out, everyone will think I just sat in that girl's wetness. Do you want to know when I am doing it?"

      The effect on Ian was just what she had predicted. He could not take his eyes off her lap and she could see he had a raging erection.

      "Lend me your hand," she teased.

      Beneath the table, protected from all eyes, she placed his hand so that the palm of it rested over the gusset of her damp knickers. Then, easing his fingers under the elastic, she whispered, "Now tease me you a rotten bastard. I am going to pee my pants and your going to make me come."

      She knew she was now in control, the delightful feeling of being on the point of coming and peeing her self in public, was overwhelming.

      Her legs pressed tightly together, making it impossible for Ian to withdraw his hand( not that he wanted to) in fact puling his fingers in tighter contact over her clit, she started to pee. His fingers passed the message to his brain, his brain told his fingers to swiftly make her come. The faster his fingers flew over her cunt, the pee flowed more strongly, soaking his hand and cuff. Anne's heels where now drumming tighter, then suddenly, every star shell that could burst on November the fifth went off at once.

      Then, in the delirium of her climax, she squeezed Ian's prick and he, affected by the intensity of the situation came in thick spurts creaming his pants. The mists of passion cleared and they looked around to see if anyone could not have noticed what the had done. But above the table all was as it was before. No one even looked in their direction. They had done it in public, but the public did not, and would not know.