Hayley and her piss-soaked pants

Watching Hayley wet herself like that has gotten you enormously turned on—it's exactly what you were hoping for when you summoned up the courage to tell Charles what you really wanted to see. You can't wait to play with her body yourself now that you're able to. You sit down on the bench next to her and hook an arm around her waist to pull her closer to you. She moves easily to accommodate you, stepping closer to you with her urine-soaked crotch just below your eye level. Both girls relax visibly as soon as you touch Hayley. They're now back on what must be familiar ground for them, being groped by random strangers in public, rather than your awkward initial approach. Just to be sure, you ask her, "I'm going to feel you up a bit first, all right?"

"Of course, whatever you want," she says agreeably.

"Try playing with her ass," Jazmin interjects. "She loves that."

"Shut uuup!" Hayley whines back at her friend, but her tone is more bashful than annoyed, and you can feel her butt wiggle slightly as she says it. You move your hand from her hip down to her rear, giving her cheek an experimental squeeze. Her ass is firm, with toned muscle you can feel beneath the soft leggings. You reach your other hand back there as well so you can grasp her cheeks in both hands, and despite her earlier protestations she pushes her butt back against your hands as you do. You give her ass a light slap with one hand, and she lets out a little gasp of surprise and pleasure.

Emboldened by her response to your groping her, you run one hand down the cleft of her ass. The warmth of her body is even more apparent as you dig your hand in between her asscheeks, and you can also feel the point where her leggings become wet with her piss. Your cock twitches at the feeling, and you decide further ass play can wait, turning your attention to her front instead.

Taking your cock in one hand, you slowly start stroking it while you splay the fingers of your other hand out on her mound, and run your thumb along the sodden slit of her cameltoe. "I really liked watching you piss your new pants," you venture, starting to breathe more heavily as your arousal grows. The wet fabric makes a slight squishing sound as you rub her pussy through it.

"Mm, you like girls who wet themselves?" she replies, and arches an eyebrow at her friend when you nod back at her. "Wow, I never could have predicted someone would." At your quizzical look, she explains, "Jazmin here thought I should stick to squatting instead."

Jazmin rolls her eyes. "Look, I already said I thought it looks good on you. I just never figured you for the traditional type, wetting her pants like a prim and proper young lady." She says the last part in a mocking upper-class accent, clearly amused by the notion. Apparently in this society, it's not merely accepted for women to wet themselves, it's actively expected. Girls like Jazmin who squat to urinate instead might be seen as very modern, or even rebellious. (You make a mental note to figure out a way to ask someone about the details without sounding like you've been living under a rock your entire life, oblivious to something everyone else takes for granted.)

Oblivious to your societal speculations, Hayley responds, "Well, it worked, didn't it?" and gestures to you still rubbing her pussy while jerking off.

Jazmin shakes her head in exasperation. "Girl, you're a big-titted slut just like me, we're both going to get plenty of attention from guys no matter how wet our pants are."

That does you in. Your cock feels like it's going to explode if you go any longer without some release. What you really want from Hayley now is...