He had told her. He had told her about the fetish he had with seeing a woman desperate and even on rare occasion, watching them pee their pants.

Surprisingly, she didn't freak out as she shyly admitted to having a fetish for it also. They had just never put it into practice...not yet anyway. Tomorrow, he hoped to finally do just that. He spent a long while thinking about the execution of his fantasy-trying to figure out where he could take her and what they would do. He decided that he'd take her for a nice picnic in the next county over. It was a decent car ride away and neither of them would really know where they were going.

He got up early in the morning and prepared their picnic meal. He packed sandwiches and all sorts of other goodies. He, of course, also packed plenty of drinks. After he finished making their picnic, he walked quietly into their bedroom and gently woke her. After hearing of the day's plans, she smiled and got in the shower. Within the hour, she was ready to go.

On the way out of the house, she grabbed a bottle of water of out the fridge. He grinned as he walked out the door behind her. Perfect.

He knew her capacity fairly well. One bottle of water would make her need to go eventually, but not desperately. As we pulled into the parking lot, she'd only drunk about three quarters of the bottle. Good enough.

He pulled the picnic basket out of the back of the car along with another bag of assorted things. The couple found a nice quiet spot in the park. He had picked the perfect day. Beautiful weather for a picnic. He pulled a large blanket out of the bag and spread it out over the ground. He laid down first and motioned for her to follow. He wouldn't make her drink. Not yet. She put her head on his chest and the two just lied there.

After about and hour of relaxation, he suggested that the two of them toss around the frisbee he packed. She willingly obliged and jumped up and play frisbee they did.

The sky was just starting to turn that light pink, just before the sun starts to set. He pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead. He then suggested they eat their picnic meal. He pulled out their sandwiches and grapes and even her favorite, chocolate-covered strawberrys and hand fed them to her. He also poured her a nice large glass of wine and smiled inwardly as she finished off her first glass. Another hour and his deepest fantasy would come true. Watching her in desperation. He was starting to get hard, just thinking about it.

Sure enough, about an hour later, she started squirming. He had been smart enough to pace himself. He knew that she'd never willingly relieve herself here, in public. He asked her what was wrong, and, as he expected, she admitted that she needed to pee. She also mentioned that she wasn't really that desperate, but that she would need a bathroom soon. Perfect timing.

He suggested that they head home, considering there were no bathrooms around. He asked her if she thought she could make it. She hesitated a moment and then nodded. They walked back to the car, hand in hand.

With about a half hour to go, he glanced toward his girlfriend of close to a year and noticed that she was squirming significantly more. She would cross her legs and then recross them the other way from time to time. He again asked her how she was doing and she said that she really needed to pee, but she thought she would be able to hold it until they got home. He was so completely aroused by this point, that he was having a hard time concentrating on the road. He didn't think she noticed his hard on. It was too dark.

They hit some really heavy traffic when they were about ten minutes from home. By this point, he had to pee also, but his situation was far less dire than hers. He watched her continuously check to see if the traffic was moving out of the corner of his eye. He watched her slip her hand down her pants to relieve some of her pent-up need to pee. He looked at her and held her free hand, which instantly squeezed as hard as she could.

She cried "Oh my God" in alarm. She said she didn't think she'd be able to make it if the traffic didn't let up soon. Her pants were now un-buckled to relieve some of the pressure on her aching bladder.

Finally the traffic let up and as they started onto the road their home was on, he noticed her hips were constantly bucking and her legs were squeezed together with her hand still holding her aching pee-hole. He didn't think he could handle another second of watching her.

He helped her out the car. She stayed bent over with her hand between her legs. She ordered him to go open the door so she didnt have to wait when she got there. As she walked through the doorway and tried to make into the bathroom, he pulled her arm and led her into the bedroom. She started moaning and asking him was he was doing. He whispered in her ear that he was about to fulfill both of their deepest fantasy's. She groaned into his mouth as he started to kiss and strip her. He pushed her back onto the bed and lowered himself gently down on top of her. He felt her hips grinding and bucking, squeezing with everything she had not to pee. He started gently kissing the side of her neck and she gasped that she REALLY needed to pee and it was going to come out any second. With that, he entered her. She not only felt pressure from on top, but inside too. She begged him to let her pee as she continued to squirm underneath him. He finally pulled out and she felt a little dribble out of her. A moment later, he was back inside of her. The dribble was not enough to relieve her any and she begged him some more. Rhythmically, he went in and out of her, and each time he pulled out of her, a little pee leacked out of her aching little pussy. Both came came to an incredibly intense orgasm and he collapsed on top of her in pure exhaustion.