You approach her.

You summon up enough courage to approach her. You drain your coke, check your jeans to ensure your recent cum doesn't show on your jeans and walk towards her. As you approach her your cock again begins to grow hard. As you reach her booth she again smiles at you.

"Hey sugar." she says in greeting.

"Um...c...can I join you?" you ask tentatively.

"Sure, sugar". As you sit down she offer a hand to you. "I'm Floella Goddard, but everyone calls me Flo".

"Dave Wolf", you reply shaking her offered hand. Her large hand grips your gently as you shake hands.

"So, what brings you to me?" she ask.

"I saw you...um w...wetting yourself." you reply.

"Offend you did it, me pissing myself?"

"No not at all!" you answer quickly.

"Don't mind if I check for myself?" she places her hand on your jeans, feeling your hard cock beneath. At her touch your cock jerks and shoots out another load of cum into your shorts. "Relax sugar, or you won't have anything left for later?"

"I'll try." You respond sheepishly.

"So was it just the pissing or was there something else about me that you find attractive?"

"The first time I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman here. When you wet yourself I realized that you were perfect."

"Thats sweet of you to say sugar. Now why don't you gets us a couple of beers?" she asks, "after all got to keep the tanks full so I can piss again for you."

It seems as if your perfect evening is about to end prematurely. You could tell her your to young to buy ****, attempt again to get some beer from the bar, or move things along to your appartment.