Clarissa coughed and wheezed. That sprint was very much unexpected. She took a deep breath to settle herself down. Her pussy still tingled from the pair's escapades in the movie theatre. Her cheeks and lungs hurt so much from dashing several floors away from security and again from laughing. Looking at Catherine, she knew that she probably felt the same way. But she was excited to go exploring with Catherine some more. "Ok, ok, ok, what now?"
Catherine looked around at the busy intersection. The volume of pedestrians never seemed to cease at Yonge and Dundas. It was perfect. She grabbed Clarissa by the hand and led her away once more. For the first time, Clarissa was actually excited to see what she up too. She wasn't scared anymore. Heck, she looked at what they had just done and presently doing as "girlfriends being girlfriends." They were up to no good and they were doing it together.
Teammates.
Her feelings for Catherine had come to a head.
She may be a bitch, but she's a damn sexy one.
Her breasts pounced up and down as she trailed behind her friend. Her pussy ached in horniness. She needed some satisfaction and soon.
They stopped below the giant TV screen. Clarissa began to inquire as to what Catherine had in mind but the sexy seductress just put her finger to the little girl's lips and told her to hush. Then with a little sly smile on her face, Catherine began to run her hands down Clarissa's exposed chest. She gripped both nipples and made them do a little dance.
"Oh look Clarissa, people are staring. I think I should stop now." Catherine whispered in a sarcastic, playful tone of voice echoed their earlier encounter in the Square.
"Please...no...don't. Let them look." Clarissa teased back. She was horny.
Horny for Catherine the Great.
For Clarissa, things had come full circle with Clarissa. Here she was in the very spot doing the very action during their first encounter. Only this time, it felt right. Catherine wasn't coercing her into anything; rather, on this occasion, the two of them were expressing their bond for one another.
No wanting to run away this time. I could stay in her arms forever.
People were gathered around them and Clarissa didn't care. In fact, she WANTED them to be there to bear witness to the two of them.
Catherine plugged her tongue into Clarissa's mouth. The kiss came so abruptly for Clarissa, but knowing Catherine, it wouldn't have come any other way: without warning, on the edge, and most of all, domineering. For those first few moments it was the young villainess asserting herself. However, Clarissa eventually got a handle on things and began to reciprocate. Their tongues battled back and forth in their mouths. Their lips slurped and smacked with every kiss. Once again Clarissa was plunged into complete awe of this woman. Catherine sexually excited her: her entire presence, her know-how attitude, her overpowering aura. And those were just the intangibles! Catherine had all the assets to her: that annoying yet arousing sneer, her piercing eyes, the full breasts that got her into this misadventure. Right now she was one amazing make out partner! She kept her eyes shut as she ate Catherine's kisses. She knew people were probably gawking at them but at this point she wanted surround herself primarily in having Catherine here with her. Her expert hands and lips did things to her that no man could do.
Catherine broke the kiss and smiled. "Wanna dance?"
Clarissa was still giddy and drunk with lust from the lip lock. "What? Oh...here?"
Catherine cocked her head to her left. "No...over there." She was pointing to the open area in the Square where springs of water shot about 5 feet into the air. Clarissa liked that idea. Water play intrigued her. It'd be a good way to cool off in any case.
They waltzed over there hand in hand with their followers in tow. "You get the mood started for us baby." She gripped her own skirt and winked. "I think I need a bit of time to release myself of these clothes too..."
The suggestion sounded good to Clarissa. They sealed the understanding with a little peck on her lips and she was on her way. She skipped like a giddy little schoolgirl to one of the springs. She put her hand out to test out the waters (both literally and figuratively). It was mighty cold. Perfect. She splashed a bit on her cute little tits and wiped the drops on her flesh. Then she teased the crowd by leisurely running her hand down her flat stomach and down into her pantyless skirt. She grazed her pussy lips before licking her digits. It only confirmed how hot she felt and tasted.
Catherine must be liking this. I can't wait for her to get up here.
The crowd ooo'd and aww'd. New pedestrians stopped to see what the commotion was about. When they did find out, they gladly stayed for the show to either cheer or express their disgust. Street performers, artists, magicians were common at the busy intersection of Yonge and Dundas, which was unofficially dubbed the Times Square of Toronto, but raunchy acts like this one weren't too common. The Toronto public was getting a real showing today.
Clarissa reached her hand to touch the fountain and skipped around it. It was the adult version of "Ring Around the Rosie" definitely. But as much as the young girl was having a blast, she wondered what was taking Catherine so long. Every time she went around the circuit she looked for beyond the crowd. She spotted her but she wasn't facing Clarissa anymore.
What the hell is she doing?
She seemed pretty idle to Clarissa. She wasn't making an effort to undress or she would've been up there with her already.
Still, she pressed on with her exhibitionism. She stopped running around and contemplating her next move. She looked down at her skirt and then at the fountain.
This could either be amazing or it could blow up in my face.
She'd try it anyways. She flipped up her skirt and flashed the crowd her pussy. The reaction was a mixture of jeers and cheers. The only one Clarissa for was MIA at the moment. But alas, in a swift move she stepped through the spring and positioned her crotch over the single stream. The cold water agitated her already stimulated cunt further. It hit her lips and her thighs and then for the most part ricocheted off to the ground. It felt a makeshift spa jet stream hitting her privates. It was less potent and hot, but still had the effect. This was a major turn on! She raised her hands in the hair and wiggled her hips above the water.
Ooooooo. But where's Catherine?
She emerged from on top of stream and lowered her chest and her head on to the water. Her upper body was now entirely drenched. She then began to dance seductively in place. Her breasts dripped with water as she shook them for the ground. She grinded to the ground and back up again. Clarissa never considered herself at dancer but in the moment her arousal led her to being one. She finally spotted Catherine as well. She was located far outside the crowd of people. She was standing with her hands on her hips looking directly at her. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned but not off like Clarissa expected to be.
