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This story was written for Garnet as part of her Patreon commission reward for November 2019. It contains M/F sex and omorashi/watersports related fun between consenting adults in public spaces! :3

For All the World to See - Part Two

By the time Melanie and Mark had dressed up, walked to the local subway station and waited for their train to arrive, it had already been a good twenty minutes since their last bathroom break. The train was five minutes late, so as they stepped onto it hand in hand and rather mutually red faced, they were both already starting to feel it. Not an absolute wave of desperation, but that dull ache, that little, constant reminder in the back of their heads poking at them no matter what else they tried to focus on, and prompting them that they did in fact need to urinate once again.

The train was pretty busy with a whole bunch of other people probably doing much the same as they were, heading into the inner city for a night out. While many of the other people sharing their train car were already chatting and laughing warmly with their friends though, the rabbit and horse sat quietly, bashfully on their seats with their hands still clasped together and their faces still bright red beneath their fur. Beyond that, Mark was forced to sit with one leg folded over the other while still trying not to be a douchebag and taking up more space than necessary. He couldn't not sit like that though, because no matter how hard he tried to think about anything else, his mind kept reminding him of how long it had been since he'd last pee'd, and more importantly how badly Melanie next to him probably needed to go even compared to him thanks to the smaller size of her own bladder. As a result of those myriad thoughts, his cock was semi-stiff within his jeans, and while sitting like this he could keep it relatively well concealed, he knew that if he laid his legs out flat, the tent would either be obscenely visible upon his crotch itself, or the thick pipe of his arousal would be clearly visible outlined down one of the legs of his denim trousers.

Considering all the stops on the way, the subway took a good thirty minutes to get where they were heading. That was more than enough time to take both Melanie and Mark from wanting to piss, to needing to, to being absolutely desperate. Even that wasn't considering the extra tribulations they faced on the way though. Never before had either one of them been so aware of every bump, every jiggle of the train upon its tracks just firm enough to make the liquid in their bladder slosh, and their bodies tense up and tremble as a result. It happened over, and over, and over again, and each time it did so it pushed their bodies a little bit further along the path towards what was both Mark and Melanie's greatest fear and their greatest desire. Feeling themselves lose control in an entirely public, entirely unplanned and entirely unsympathetic, omorashi friendly area.

They'd both had such intense and wonderful plans for that night, fantasies of pushing themselves further and further beyond their limits while sticking to their rule of only one bathroom break for the entire night. But, by the time they pulled into their station and alongside most of the rest of the train's population... indeed, what felt like most of the city alongside them, the pair stumbled out onto the platform, and then soon enough onto the street beyond while whispering humiliated and desperately to one another.

"Ohhh god, I'm, hhhahh... sorry, Mark, I don't think I can do this. I need to go so badly. I need t-t-ahhh... to take my bathroom break already..."

The rabbit whimpered, speaking softly and leaning up to murmur directly into the horse's ear as they were carried along by a sea of other people also heading towards the city's biggest and best collection of restaurants, bars and clubs.

"Fuck, Mel... it's okay. I do too. I think... aahh, I think we pushed ourselves a little too far. I think... ohh god..."

The stallion grunted as someone gently elbowed him in the lower portion of his stomach as they turned around with a squeal of delight to welcome a friend who had just emerged from elsewhere in the crowd. They apologised of course, but even as Mark told them it was totally fine, his bladder was burning from the impact, and Mark swore that he could feel a single droplet of wetness upon the fabric of his boxer shorts within his jeans, the impact itself having forced the tiniest bit of liquid out of his bladder, and leaving him feel as though the seal was all but broken on his own attempts to restrain himself.

After that, the pair abandoned their prior path towards the club where they'd planned to spend their evening, and instead began roaming from pub to restaurant to coffee shop to club in search of easy, swift access to a bathroom. To their horror though, there were queues everywhere. It was a saturday night so that really shouldn't have surprised them, but in their manic state of helpless desperation with their minds too addled by their ever more pressing and potent desire to urinate to think straight in any way, they simply hadn't considered not even being able to get into a venue, or more importantly still into a bathroom at anything more than a moment's notice.

"Mark, please... we have to find somewhere. Anywhere..."

Melanie gasped breathlessly, her voice strained and frantic, her eyes bulging as she tugged on the horse's arm as though trying to somehow urge him to look harder, to somehow simply clear a space for them to enter somewhere and use its bathrooms, which would of course be miraculously empty and queue-free in their own right.

"I... I can't do it. I can't wet myself like this. I knew there would be people around if I did, but... so many. Oh my god Mark... so many people... they'd all see, and..."

Her voice trailed off as she shuddered and whined in a potent mixture of absolute shame, and shamefully intense excitement at the same time. Even now, she couldn't help but be excited by what she was saying. By the sincerity of her own desperation. She didn't want to go through with it, it was all too much, too fast. But the fact that she didn't, and the fact that she couldn't back out even if she wanted to because they were already here in the thick of things, was making it incredibly hard for Melanie to figure out whether the wetness in her underwear was her bladder already starting to leak, or if she was just that helplessly, mindlessly horny already.

A few seconds later though, Mark grunted, and the taller stallion began to lead Melanie through the thronging crowd as though he had spotted something, moving as swiftly as he could between people while still maintaining his grip on Melanie's hand and with a purpose that suggested he had a specific destination in mind. Their already burning faces glowed hotter and brighter still as they reached Mark's destination and Melanie saw not a building, but rather the absence of one before her. A dark and grimy alleyway between a vacant, boarded up restaurant and a pretty grim looking bar. There were still people everywhere around them of course, people who would see them go into the alleyway all red faced and flustered, and think god only knew what about their intent. But after a frenzied series of glances all around them to look for any other option, any other opportunity to relieve their now mutually desperate, irresistibly aching bladders, they both knew this was their only chance to avoid a catastrophically early and humiliatingly public loss of bladder control.

Stumbling into the darkness, Melanie and Mark were both already unfastening their belts and unbuttoning the fronts of their jeans before they'd found any cover to conceal them from the passers by out on the street. The alleyway was straight with little in the way of cover in itself, but thankfully there were several large, empty industrial dustbins beside the boarded up rear door of the vacant restaurant. With a strangled groan Melanie squatted between the two large bins, and with her jeans and underwear hurriedly tugged down to her ankles and her body teetering at what was hopefully the best angle not to get anything on her clothes, she spread the lips of her pussy with one hand and placed the other over her muzzle to keep from almost screaming in relief and helpless excitement as with the bustling of the city street's and people's voices audible in the background, her hot, dilute piss began to drum forth violently against the concrete of the alleyway's floor.

"Ohhhgod..."

Melanie gurgled in relief and desire all at once as she looked up and saw Mark staring hungrily down at her even as he fished out his cock, still semi-erect and looking as though were it not for his desperate need to urinate right then and there it might well have gotten all the way hard. All at once about a dozen thoughts flashed through her mind. In one reality Mark turned towards her and simply began to hose her down with his urine right there in the middle of the city. In another, he stumbled forward and she took his cock into her mouth, drinking his entire bladder full of urine greedily while urgently fingering her own still gushing pussy. In yet another reality they both drained their bladders, only for Mark to lift her from where she was kneeling, throw her legs over his shoulders, and fuck her hard and fast as she screamed and wailed, letting anyone and everyone who walked past the alleyway know what her lover was doing to her. But, even what actually happened was more than hot enough for Melanie, albeit not quite that hot.

"Ahh, fhhh... fuck, Mel..."

Mark groaned the rabbit's name as his bladder let go, and with his cock clasped tight in one hand he unleashed a truly almighty flood of urine against the bottom right corner of the boarded up door. Aside from the occasional glance to make sure he was staying on target, his eyes remained fixated upon Melanie's body as she squatted and pissed, and hers stayed locked upon his cock. Somehow though, almost in unison they each reached out with a free hand, Melanie finally feeling in control enough to uncover her mouth, and as they stood there tucked between those two industrial bins in that small, dark alley, they clasped one another's hand in their own and revelled in this moment. In this feeling of letting go so deliciously, so intensely, and so very exposed where any drunken figure taking a wrong turn could easily have discovered them.

Having started first by some five seconds, Melanie's bladder found itself entirely empty just ahead of Mark, and in the space of just those few lingering seconds, buoyed with the confidence and arousal of what they had just done and freed from the paralysing anxiety of potentially wetting herself amidst that huge crowd, she knew what she had to do. She shuddered as shamelessly, greedily her hand between her legs ceased simply spreading herself open, and its middle digit slipped between her folds to explore the hot wetness within. Biting her bottom lip she fingered herself several times in quick succession, grazed her clit once as she pulled the digit free, and then just as Mark was finishing up his own urination and shaking off his cock... Melanie lunged forward.

"Wha-...-aaahhh!"

Mark had to slap a hand over his own mouth to keep from crying out even louder than he already had as without warning, albeit for just a few seconds, Melanie shuffled forward still squatting on her haunches and grabbed at his cock, guiding its semi-stiffened length to her muzzle. She placed just the head in her mouth and sucked on it, ran her tongue around it not only to stimulate, but to taste the lingering remnants of Mark's urine, then to the horse's horror, as soon as she had achieved that goal, she stopped. She looked up at him with a devilish smile, giggled... then rose to her feet, trousers and panties still round her ankles, and waved the fingers of her other hand underneath Mark's nose.

"O-oh, god..."

As if Mark wasn't struggling enough already to keep his cock from getting fully hard, his eyes rolled back in bliss as he smelled the combination of urine and obvious arousal upon Melanie's fingers. A second later her digits were in his mouth, and in the few short seconds it took Mark to lick them spotlessly clean, he experienced his own multi-dimensional thought experiment. He saw himself falling to his knees and burying his tongue between Melanie's legs. He saw them standing there fingering and stroking each other while they made out with moans and gasps loud enough to be heard by anyone walking past. He saw himself painting the door in front of him with cum rather than just urine, and Melanie grunting and quaking as hot juices flooded down her legs and stained the clothes bunched up around her ankles no matter how hard she tried to keep them clean.

Of course, as horny as they both were after experiencing what they'd just experienced, after letting their bladders go from such an extreme state of helplessness and seemingly getting away with it, they weren't that lust-addled and stupid. They knew it was way, way too risky to do anything more than they already had so publicly, risking not just embarrassment if they got caught, but authorities getting involved. Thus red faced and trembling with unfulfilled desire, Mark and Melanie re-dressed themselves, or at least in the horse's case he did the best he could to cover and conceal his currently throbbing erection down one leg of his trousers as Melanie pulled up her own garments, and stood giggling and blushing as she watched him struggle with the results of her teasing.

Soon they were both back out on the street, blushing but trying to act perfectly casually as they emerged from the alley hand in hand, and trying not to pay any attention to the couple of people who definitely saw them step out from the alley and peered down it not with suspicion, but with the curiosity of city folks who couldn't help but wonder if there was some sort of cool, secret bar with its entrance tucked away down that rather gritty looking alley. The joy of busy city streets and crowds like these though was that after just seconds of walking, Mark and Melanie were out of sight of anyone who might have seen them exit the alleyway. For all the latest people they were strolling past knew, they'd always been just casually making their way down the street. And, for all those other people cared, they could step out of sight and fly away to Neptune. They were just another two anonymous, perfectly average faces, and for now it was only Mark and Melanie themselves who knew the wonderful, naughty truth about what they had already shared... and indeed, what they would continue to share as the evening went on.

"So... that didn't count, right? I mean, it was public, but... definitely not a bathroom."

Melanie whispered as she and Mark grew closer to their destination, any thoughts of calling tonight off or all of this being too much for either of them to handle having vanished thanks to both the relief of their bladders no longer being so desperately full, and the arousal they had provoked in themselves and one another during their little journey down the alleyway. The horse chuckled, and shook his head in reassurance.

"No, we're still good to go. Just the once, though. No matter how much we drink, just the one bathroom break. And then... then we either make it home at the end of the night, or..."

He squeezed his lover's hand as they both blushed, trembled, and joined the thankfully somewhat shorter queue to the bar they'd pre-selected as their venue for the night's impending fun. Melanie giggled beside him, and whimpered in excitement as she cuddled up to the horse, rose up on the tips of her toes, and kissed him on the side of his long snout.

"...o-or, we don't."

She confirmed, feeling her mostly empty bladder ache in anticipation nonetheless, and her already hot, wet pussy grow even deliciously more so within her panties.

*******

Before long, they were in the bar and seated at a table with two pints of cider apiece in front of them. Their cheeks flushed as they clinked their glasses and watched one another take the very first sips of the night, and under the table Melanie's left foot brushed teasingly up and down one of Mark's lower legs as they grinned around their still raised glasses, and without shame or the slightest restraint began to gulp and chug the first glass in record time. For the second, they actually did pace themselves at least a little, sipping at it near constantly but with space between each sip enough to hold a conversation. Of course, the conversation didn't help them relax or take their mind off what they were doing in the slightest as they spoke about Daniel and how horny he must have been, not only without them as sources of regular relief but cooped up in bunked dorm style rooms with communal showers attached for his corporate getaway, no free space and little free time anywhere to so much as jerk off.

"Of course, he could meet someone. A cute guy, maybe from another branch... they stand together at the urinal one morning, and glance over... not even really meaning to..."

Melanie murmured as Mark took another long drink from her cider, the horse's eyes widening, and his already flushed cheeks getting redder still once again as he not only heard the rabbit talking, but felt her foot sliding a little further up his leg.

"They're both still half hard from their morning wood, so they get an eyeful of what they both working with. Watching as they piss, unable to take their eyes off each other until finally they look up at the same moment and catch each other's eye."

The horse continued the tale as he finished drinking, and Melanie raised her own glass, determined to keep up despite her shorter stature and smaller bladder.

"They keep out of each other's way for days, humiliated, waiting for an HR rep to come and pull them aside, tell them they should go home and not come into work again except to collect their things."

Melanie giggled.

"But... one night after a team-building exercise they're at a bar, and they find themselves heading to the one bathroom at the same time. It's just the two of them at one of those long wall mounted metal urinals, but... Daniel looks over, and the guy stands right next to him even though there's so much space. They pull out their cocks, and start to piss..."

Mark groaned under his breath, closing his eyes for a moment to picture it, and trembling as his cock strained within his jeans.

"...the other guy angles his. Crosses the streams. Their eyes meet again, they blush... Danny shifts his own stream towards the otter..."

Melanie added, only to blush, the spell broken for a moment as Mark murmured in amusement rather than continued arousal.

"Huh, in my head he was a mouse."

The rabbit scowled playfully at Mark, and continued the fantasy herself.

"What? He can be whatever. Shush, you're spoiling the best part. The part where even after they're done pissing, they keep standing there. Side by side, holding their cocks out as they get harder, and bigger... until without saying a word, they're jerking off next to each other. Both so horny, so pent up after days and days without getting off."

This time, Mark said nothing. He didn't try to pick up where Melanie left space for him to do so, and he definitely didn't try to lighten the mood again, just trembling, listening, and raising his empty glass to his muzzle out of habit as his cock twitched urgently, pleadingly within his jeans.

"Finally the otter... mouse... whatever, reaches over, and Daniel lets him stroke his cock. Squeeze him b-before he takes a turn touching the other guy. They're dripping. They're so fucking close to painting the urinal with their cum, a-and then..."

Her voice trailed off, and Mark gave a pleading croak of lust.

"Then?!"

He stared deeply, desperately into Melanie's eyes... and she giggled, shrugged, and stuck her tongue out at him as she scooted out from behind the table, and padded away as she called back over her shoulder to the helpless, immobile, rock hard stallion.

"Then Melanie went to go and get us both some more drinks, the end!"

By the time Melanie returned from the rather busy bar some five minutes later with another four pints resting upon a black plastic tray, Mark had calmed down at least a little bit. His arousal however, to whatever extent it had diminished, had been replaced by a different and yet equally intimately familiar sensation. Once again, he needed to use the restroom. Once again those two pints were beginning to hit his bladder, and that combined with the indirect stimulation to his cock as it throbbed and rubbed at the inside of his jeans, combined with the building up and teasing of his already wildly active libido, was swiftly beginning to chip away at any slight capacity he had yet retained to resist and hold back the urges of his bladder.

They spoke a little more, keeping the topics of conversation somewhat more though not entirely clean as they each began to drink their third pint, but barely five minutes and a quarter of a pint later Mark was starting to squirm in his seat. He shifted back and forth, huffing, trembling, and blushing as he saw Melanie watching him with a look of pure longing etched upon her own features. Another five minutes and a good few draughts of their pint more apiece and they were both starting to squirm, the rabbit's toes curling as she felt her own need to urinate quite rapidly and swiftly increasing all over again, but seeing that same delicious anguish crossing Mark's face far more urgently and potently this time around.

"Oh god..."

He moaned eventually, pushing his pint away just as he'd reached out to take another sip, then realising he sincerely couldn't bare to do so.

"Fuck, I... Mel, I think I'm gonna have to cash in soon."

Melanie nodded, but even as she did so she scooted around the table a little more to be even closer to Mark, and a few moments later she was craning her neck up to kiss the handsome stallion. She cupped his face and made out with him deeply for what had to be a couple of minutes, half trying to distract him from his desperation, and half shamelessly making him wait even longer as he moaned and kissed her back, not wanting to end this wonderful display of affection with the rabbit no matter how intensely his bladder was aching and demanding that it be listened to. When finally their lips parted though, both too breathless to persist with their kissing any longer no matter how much they might have wanted to, Mark shook his head and pulled away from Melanie's continued, tender touches.

"Ohhh god, if I don't go now, I... if there's a queue for the urinals, I... I have to, Mel. I have to go."

She blushed, giggled and nodded, but still held him close to her with a devious twinkle in her eyes.

"Y-you're sure? Remember... y-you only get one. I need it too. I... I'm desperate too, Mark, but... I'm holding it. I'm h-holding it because I know it's still pretty early... a-and I know that if we keep drinking for long enough a-after our only bathroom breaks... we're really gonna do it. W-we really won't make it home dry..."

The stallion snorted, but shook his head and pulled more insistently away from Melanie.

"I know, but... oh god, if I don't go now I'm gonna piss right here, ahhh... and then we'll have to make it all the way home with my jeans soaked through anyway. We get one bathroom break each, Mel. That's the rule, and... oh, o-ohh christ, I need to use mine now. Please."

Melanie nibbled on her bottom lip, tempted, so tempted to try and delay her lover just a little longer still. In the end though she did let him go, and as she watched Mark stagger off to the restroom with his legs pressed together, both slightly tipsy and incorporating elements of the pee dance into his swift yet uneasy gait, she sat back with a giddy sigh... and took another long, tortuous drink from her own glass as her bladder continued its own increasingly urgent protests.

Mark burst into the bathroom, and was relieved to see that for the time being it was fairly quiet. There was one other guy at a urinal, just finishing up, but the horse was too single mindedly focused on his own situation to register anything more than that as he headed for the nearest urinal in the middle of a row of about eight. His trembling hands felt like they took an eternity to unfasten his belt and unbutton his jeans, his semi-stiff cock far too sizeable to simply slip out through the buttoned fly, and there was even a split-second where Mark thought the first spray of his urine was going to strike the front of his boxer shorts rather than making it directly to the urinal as no sooner had he released his jeans' top button, he felt that slight lessening of pressure around his midsection act like a trigger to his desperately sensitive and hyper-reactive bladder.

"Nnnnhh-hhahhhhhhh..."

The horse didn't care if the guy who'd been at the urinals when he entered was still in the bathroom or not, it felt so good, so absolutely incredible when he finally let go and began to absolutely hose down the back of the urinal with a hot, heavy stream of his piss that nothing short of a ball-gag could have muffled he groan of relief and outright pleasure. He looked down at his semi-swollen cock as it gushed against the urinal with force enough to cause a little splashback, to dampen the tip of Mark's cock and the top of his hand where he was holding it with micro-droplets of refracted urine. He swayed his stream from side to side, rocking his hips as though showing off the sheer abundance of piss he had to give for an unseen, absent audience. For a few moments he even considered pulling out his phone and recording a little of his stream to show Melanie, just to watch her eyes bulge and see her squirm with excitement. Given what she'd already seen of him that evening though, what they'd shared earlier that day and what they would doubtlessly share later on, he decided against that, and simply contented himself with the knowledge that even just knowing he was in here pissing his brains out would be more than enough to get Melanie's pussy aching and dripping wet.

With that thought filling his mind and satisfyingly replacing his prior desperation with anticipation at getting to see Melanie's own delicious distress, Mark drained the remainder of his urine into the porcelain bowl before him, then shook off his sensitive shaft for only a second or two longer than was strictly necessary before re-fastening his clothing around it, washing his hands, and returning to the loud, busy interior of the bar itself.

By the time he got back to the table and rejoined Melanie, her third pint of the night was almost entirely empty, and the look upon the rabbit's face as she saw Mark notice this fact and look up at her with a wry smile was a mixture of pride, mischief, and just a touch of anguish at what a terrible mistake she'd probably made by doing that. Sure enough, she squealed as Mark scooted around to rejoin her once again, and just as she had done to him before his trip to the bathroom wrapped his arms around the rabbit and kissed her deeply. To Melanie's credit though at no point during that kiss did she pull away and beg to be allowed to go take her own bathroom break. For almost ten minutes they sat there together, not really talking, but cuddling and kissing and nuzzling gently against one another, while Mark caught up and made a start on his fourth pint, and to his amazement Melanie even took a few sips from hers.

By the time those ten minutes were up though, Melanie wasn't just squirming and trembling on the spot from her own already intense but now almost all consuming desperation. Pretty swiftly in fact she went from looking about the same amount of desperate as Mark had been to going a whole stage beyond. All the normally involuntary aspects of controlling her body, breathing, blinking, especially holding the muscles of her bladder shut, became very much focused and necessary tasks in the rabbit's mind. Of course she could go without blinking for a little while, even without breathing briefly, but Melanie knew that if there was a split-second, just a fraction of a moment where her concentration slipped or was misplaced with regard to her bladder's muscles, she was doomed. Thus, she almost shrieked in desperate anguish when not only did Mark lean over to kiss her again, but wrapped an arm around her midsection, hand gently pressing against her lower stomach right beside her bladder, and pulled her a little closer to him.

"Ooohhgodnnhhhhnooo..."

Melanie gurgled as her eyes bulged, her toes curled, and she felt the briefest spray of urine soak her panties. She panted, she whimpered, and she stared at Mark even as she struggled to get free from his grasp, the seal to her bladder's release not just feeling worn down by her desperation any more, but now utterly broken.

"Gotta... I... I've... oh god..."

She didn't have the mental capacity nor the time to explain, but that fact alone, the sheer intensity of her response, told Mark everything he needed to know as she scooted away from him, out of the booth, and lurched at speed off towards the bathrooms without another word. Melanie could feel it happening. Every step she took she swore another droplet of urine escaped her bladder and dribbled out into her underwear, and she knew that if one person got in her way, if there was a queue for even ten seconds when she got to the bathroom, she wouldn't make it. Forget one free trip and then no way out, she wasn't even going to make it to her one allowable bathroom break before helplessly and shamefully wetting herself full on in public.

Somehow though, by a blessed miracle perhaps only the result of there being more guys than women in this particular bar, there was a cubicle free as Melanie burst into the bathroom. Her belt was undone before she even made it through the door, and her jeans were half way down her thighs before she turned around and realised that the door was still wide open, thankfully no-one present to see the dark, damp patch at the base of her white panties where she had indeed lost control just a little already. She barely muffled a cry as she slammed the cubicle door closed and dragged her underwear down, and she wasn't even able to get seated on the toilet in time to prevent feeling a trickle of urine running down the insides of her thighs.

"Oohhhhfuckyessss..."

Under her breath, but not so quiet as to keep her face from burning crimson as she heard an awkward shuffle and a clearing of the throat perhaps meant to disguise laughter from someone in the next cubicle over, Melanie moaned in ecstasy as she let loose a torrent of urine into the toilet's water below. She wished that Mark could have been there to see it, to hear it, to understand just how much she had been holding in. But just as it had been so exciting for her to sit there at the table before and imagine the expression on Mark's face as he finally let go at the urinal in the men's room, she could picture Mark sitting there now, cock throbbing as he wondered if she'd even made it, whether she was actually sitting upon the toilet and letting her piss flow free, or whether she was standing blushing and trembling in the cubicle, staring down at her increasingly sodden jeans as she soaked them through just seconds before she made it to her goal.

Of course, as Melanie's bladder was drained and her thoughts were able to flow more clearly again, her impassioned fantasies of what might have been gave way to the reality of what was, and what was still to come. Even as she tightened the muscles of her intimate regions and pushed forth another final few sprays of hot urine, it occurred to her that this was it. That after she left this cubicle and the restroom, she wouldn't be able to use another public bathroom at all for the rest of the evening. That the next time she needed to go to the bathroom again, she would have no choice but to hold it, and hold it, and hold it and...

Closing her eyes, Melanie made certain that her bladder was absolutely drained of every last drop before rising, red faced and still trembling, from the toilet. She dressed herself once again, checking and double checking her jeans to ensure that none of the wetness from her panties had visibly leaked through, washed up, then headed back to the table. Back to Mark.

Even as she sat down though, Melanie groaned as she saw that another pint apiece had materialised on the table while she was away, though of lemonade rather than anything alcoholic at this point. Her cheeks flushed hotter than they already were as Mark playfully pushed hers towards her, and both in spite of the fact she knew what fresh hell she was inviting upon herself by doing so, and because she knew exactly what was going to happen, she accepted it eagerly. She lifted the pint of sparkling liquid to her lips, and took a sip as Mark did the same, both of them regarding one another giddily over the rim of their glasses.

For now they were both relieved, horny, and excited and terrified in equally intoxicating measures for what was still to come of the rest of their evening. Deep down though, no matter how much they were both anticipating and dreading what lay at the end of this night they'd been planning for weeks and fantasising about for so much longer, they both knew that when the moment finally came... it was going to be so much more unfathomably unbearable, and so much more incredibly, potently, mind-bendingly hot than they could ever have dreamed.

By Jeeves

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