Penthouse Squirtmania #3
"No nerves tonight, okay? I ordered a bunch of tapas, and we’re just going to lounge on the cloud-couch. I promised you we’re going at your pace."
"Thank you," Leah said, her shoulders relaxing as Kaitlyn led her over to the massive, plush cream couch.
They ate from the small plates between them—prosciutto wrapped figs, truffle flatbread, and artisan cheeses—sipping on a light, sweet white wine.
As they talked, Leah found herself opening up about her strict, sheltered upbringing, her fears about starting her new corporate accounting job, and how isolated she had felt since arriving in the city.
Kaitlyn listened with a deep, unwavering intensity, her green eyes fixed completely on Leah’s face, entirely validating every word she said.
When the food was cleared away, Kaitlyn shifted her body, curling her long legs under her so she was facing Leah on the soft cushions. She reached out, her fingers gently untying the messy bun at the back of Leah’s neck, letting her soft brown hair fall down over her shoulders.
"Can I kiss you tonight, Leah?" Kaitlyn asked softly, her voice dropping into a low, respectful register that made Leah’s heart melt. "Just a soft one. Tell me if it’s too much."
"Yes," Leah murmured, her chest heaving as she held Kaitlyn's gaze. "Please."
Kaitlyn leaned in slowly, giving Leah ample time to pull back if she needed to.
When their lips met, it was a complete contrast to the chaotic clash in the locker room.
It was incredibly soft, slow, and agonizingly tender.
Kaitlyn’s full, warm lips parted just a fraction, sipping at Leah’s mouth with a gentle, rhythmic pressure that made a delicious, heavy warmth bloom deep between Leah’s thighs.
Leah let out a soft, breathy sigh against Kaitlyn’s mouth, her hands instinctively climbing up to rest on Kaitlyn’s bare, smooth shoulders.
The novel experience of a girl’s touch—the absolute softness of her skin, the sweet vanilla scent of her hair, and the gentle, non-threatening weight of her body—made Leah’s internal defenses crumble entirely.
Her pussy began to throb behind her black leggings, a slick, hot pool of arousal instantly weeping into her lace panties.
Kaitlyn deepened the kiss just a fraction, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, wet line along Leah’s bottom lip before gently tangling with Leah’s tongue.
A sharp jolt of pure electricity shot straight down to Leah’s clit, causing her hips to give a involuntary, subtle twitch against the plush couch cushions.
"You're doing so good, baby," Kaitlyn whispered against her lips, her breath hot and intoxicating.
She slid her large, warm hand down from Leah’s neck, her palm smoothing down the front of her emerald green silk shirt.
When her hand cupped Leah’s bare breast through the silk, Leah let out a sharp, whimpering gasp, her head tossing back against the backrest.
Kaitlyn’s thumb lightly flicked over Leah’s engorged, rigid nipple through the thin fabric, sending a wave of blinding pleasure straight to her brain. Leah had never felt anything this intense, this hyper focused on her own pleasure.
"Kaitlyn... oh god," Leah panted, her fingers clutching tightly at the cream cashmere of Kaitlyn’s shorts. "It feels... it feels so good. I’m so horny."
"I know you are," Kaitlyn purred, a slow, predatory grin finally spreading across her beautiful face as she felt the frantic heat radiating from Leah’s body. "And we have all night. Let me show you how incredible your first time is supposed to be."
The ambient jazz music fading into the background was replaced by the heavy, synchronised sound of their breathing.
Leah lay back against the plush, oversized cream cushions of the cloud couch, her emerald green silk shirt completely unbuttoned to reveal the pale, heavy swell of her bare breasts.
Her nipples were rigid, flushed, and pointing straight up toward the vaulted ceiling of the penthouse.
Kaitlyn hovered directly over her, supported by her toned forearms on either side of Leah’s shoulders, her intense green eyes darkened with an unbridled, possessive hunger that made Leah’s entire frame tremble with anticipation.
"You are so beautiful, Leah," Kaitlyn whispered, her low baritone purr vibrating right against Leah’s lips. "Look at what you do to me. Look at how much my body wants you."
Before Leah could answer, Kaitlyn leaned down and claimed her mouth again, this time with a deep, liquid hunger that made Leah’s brain short circuit.
Kaitlyn’s tongue drove deep into her mouth, tasting of sweet wine and vanilla, while her large, warm hands slid down to the waistband of Leah’s black leggings.
With one smooth, effortless tug, Kaitlyn dragged the tight fabric down Leah’s long, slender legs, along with her lace panties, tossing them carelessly onto the marble floor.
Leah let out a sharp, whimpering cry as the cool air of the penthouse hit her completely bare lower half. For the first time in her life, she was completely exposed to another woman, her legs parted on a luxurious couch, her heart hammering violently against her ribs.
Kaitlyn shifted her weight, sitting back on her heels between Leah’s parted thighs.
She looked down, and a slow, wicked grin spread across her beautiful face.
Leah’s petite pussy was completely gorged, her dark pink lips glistening with a heavy, thick sheen of clear fluid that was already trickling down into the crack of her ass, soaking into the premium bouclé fabric of the cloud couch.
"Oh, baby," Kaitlyn murmured, her voice thick with pure lust as she reached out, her index and middle fingers tracing a slow, wet line through the river of arousal coating Leah’s skin. "You are completely drowning down here. Your body was made for this."
Leah’s head thrashed against the plush pillows as Kaitlyn’s fingers made direct contact with her hyper-sensitive clit.
The sensation was completely novel—so much softer, gentler, and infinitely more precise than anything she had ever experienced.
Kaitlyn began to stroke her in a slow, rhythmic pattern, her thumb circling the engorged bead of her pleasure while her two fingers slid effortlessly into Leah’s tight, boiling tunnel.
A loud, squishing gasp tore from Leah’s throat as Kaitlyn’s fingers pushed all the way to the hilt, stretching her tight walls open.
"Kaitlyn! Oh my god, it’s... it’s too much! Ah!" Leah screamed out, her hands flying up to grip Kaitlyn’s bare, toned shoulders, her acrylic nails digging into the smooth skin as Kaitlyn began to pump her fingers in a rapid, relentless rhythm.
The internal friction was incredible. Because Leah was so intensely turned on, her walls were spasming wildly around Kaitlyn’s hand, generating a loud, wet, squishing sound that echoed through the dark penthouse.
Every deep stroke was hitting a sensitive spot deep inside her that she didn't even know existed, sending violent waves of heat straight to her core.
"Squeeze my fingers, baby. Just like that," Kaitlyn commanded softly, her pace quickening, her thumb grinding hard against Leah’s clit.
The intense, rapid stimulation built to an unbearable, explosive peak.
Leah had never known her body could hold this much tension.
A heavy, blinding pressure began to coil tightly in the bottom of her stomach, making her entire body go completely rigid.
Her internal walls locked down around Kaitlyn’s fingers with a crushing, ferocious grip.
"Kaitlyn! I’m going to—I don't know what’s happening! Something is breaking!" Leah screamed, her jaw hanging open in a silent scream of pure ecstasy.
With a final, deep surge of Kaitlyn's hand, the internal dam inside Leah shattered into a million pieces.
Her core convulsed violently, and a massive, pressurized torrent of clear, hot fluid erupted from deep within her pussy.
It shot out in powerful, pulsing waves, spraying heavily across Kaitlyn’s hand, up her forearm, and soaking the cream cushions of the cloud couch in a massive, dark splash zone.
Leah let out a wild, breathless sob, her upper body arching completely off the couch as her first ever orgasm ripped through her, leaving her entire frame shaking and utterly spent.
Kaitlyn didn't stop. She let out a low, victorious growl, watching Leah shift through the aftershocks of her release. "You are a natural, accountant," she whispered, her green eyes flashing with an even deeper hunger.
Kaitlyn grabbed her own cashmere shorts, pulling them down along with her panties to reveal her own long, toned lower half.
Her pussy was completely engorged, dripping a heavy, steady stream of arousal that matched Leah’s fluid.
She shifted her body, climbing completely over Leah’s petite frame, lining her own soaking wet lips up with Leah’s dripping opening.
She lowered her hips, grinding her swollen clit directly against Leah’s in a tight, friction heavy embrace.
"Fuuuuuck," Kaitlyn groaned, her eyes slamming shut as the direct, wet contact of their pelvic bones sent a heavy thud through the couch.
She began to ride against Leah’s thighs, her movements a frantic, fast-paced blur of raw feminine power.
The penthouse filled with the messy, intense sounds of squishing fluids and the heavy scent of raw sex as they melted together.
Leah was entirely helpless, her fingers tangling in Kaitlyn’s blonde hair, her mouth open as she took in the sight of this gorgeous, wealthy girl completely losing her mind over her body.
The intense grinding built a second, entirely different wave of pressure deep inside Leah, while Kaitlyn’s movements turned completely feral.
"Leah... I’m going... I’m going to squirt all over you!" Kaitlyn gasped out, her neck arching, her muscles straining as she delivered three final, brutal grinds against Leah’s pelvic bone.
Kaitlyn’s body went completely rigid. With a deep, guttural cry that rattled the glass walls, her core locked down with a crushing grip.
A massive, burning torrent of hot fluid erupted from Kaitlyn’s pussy, shooting out in violent, rhythmic spurts that completely drenched Leah’s stomach, her breasts, and ran down her inner thighs.