Inspect the rest of her body

"You've got great tits, but I'm eager to get a look at the rest of you now," you say. "Hold still while I take your pants off."

Melissa nods to you in agreement and stands with her hands on her hips just above the waistband of her shorts, giving you clear access to remove them. You unbutton her shorts and pull them slowly down her legs, savoring the thrill of exposing her willing body so easily. It does take a bit of effort to tug them down, as they are stretched tight over the plush curves of her thighs, and the sodden fabric clings to her skin. Once you get them down around her knees, it's easier going, and she steps out of the shorts gracefully as they pool at her feet. She stands with her feet a little more than shoulder-width apart, deliberately and unselfconsciously giving you easy access to her pussy. Her pubic hair is closely trimmed, just enough to emphasize her mound while leaving her pussy lips bare. Her outer labia are full, almost puffy. Between them her inner labia are just barely visible as a thin line, except for at the top where her hood delicately pokes out a little bit further. Despite her light complexion, you suspect she may have some Latina heritage—her pussy lips are darker than the rest of her skin, which only serves to make them stand out more against the background of her thighs and mound.

You stroke the soft skin of her inner thighs, warm and still a bit damp with urine. "Do you have any piss left inside you?" you ask.

She glances upwards for a moment with a little frown of concentration, and then says, "I let most of it out when I wet my pants earlier, but I could try to squeeze out a little bit more if you want."

You shake your head. "Hold it in for now," you tell her. "I may want to watch you wet yourself again later. You'll piss yourself if I tell you to, right?"

She nods agreeably. "Sure, just let me know when you want it. My body is yours to use whatever way you want, after all, including my bladder. I'm usually good about staying hydrated, but if you like I could drink even more water so I'll have to pee sooner?"

"Good thinking," you say with a nod, appreciating her thoughtfulness. Telling Charles to have the women fully acknowledge your chosen fetishes was definitely the right choice—this way they not only let you use them, but actively participate and take some initiative on their own. "Go ahead to the kitchen and I'll follow. I want to watch your ass while you walk."

"Of course you do," she says with chuckle. "I've got a great ass. Everyone says so." She spins around on her heel with a bit of a flourish, presenting to you by sticking her butt out towards you before starting to walk to the apartment's small kitchen. You're happy to see that her assessment of her assets is no idle boast—as you suspected (and hoped) earlier, she has a juicy round butt that looks perfect for squeezing and spanking. Her asscheeks and thighs jiggle enticingly as she walks to the other room, and you follow along with your eyes glued to her bouncy behind. She stops in front of the kitchen sink to fill a large plastic cup from the faucet and immediately starts drinking from it. The cup looks like it holds nearly a quart of water, and though she drinks it down steadily rather than chugging it, she filled it right to the top and clearly intends to finish off the entire glass. No half measures with this girl; you're looking forward to seeing her piss all that water back out later on.

While she's busy with that, you stand behind her and take the opportunity to grab her big ass in both hands and give her cheeks a good squeeze. Your fingers make deep impressions in the smooth skin of her asscheeks. She giggles a bit as you play with her butt, the sound of her voice slightly muffled by the plastic cup. You give one of her buttcheeks a smart slap with your hand, the **** of the blow sending a rippling wave through the soft flesh of her ass and thighs. Next you feel up her plump thighs, stroking and shaking them in your hands to watch them jiggle around at your touch.

You slide your hands up over her wide hips and run them across her soft stomach. You pull her back against you tightly, enjoying the feeling of her cushiony curves pressed against your body, and you give her belly a firm squish as well for good measure. She glances back at you over her shoulder and asks impishly, "Are you trying to squeeze the piss out of me, John? Because I really think the water is a better bet."

You chuckle. "What can I say, you're just irresistibly huggable." She wriggles against you alluringly, pleased at your compliment, and then resumes drinking her water. You let your hands continue to wander all over her willing body as you think about what to do with her next.