Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

Kimberly fantasized standing beside her, placing her hand on Taryn's arm. Moving as she moved, feeling the power reverberate through her muscles then explode against Jill's trembling buttocks.

The images were so vivid, Kimberly nearly exploded in orgasm. She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing she could. To use the sheer energy of her fantasy and the powerful images before her, she imaged the orgasm quaking through her. She was so close, so very close.

Taryn could smell the excitement of her two companions. They were aching for release but she would not allow it. She caught the tail of the whip in her hand and placed the weapon upon the table.

Jill tried to hide her disappointment. Today she would not get the treasured prize that Taryn sometimes gave when she whipped her.

She turned to face Taryn, hoping to tempt her with her body. Her hands parting the swollen lips around her clitoris, she offered the glistening nub to Taryn. God, she was aching! The treasure was so close, yet Taryn would not give it to her. "Please, please," she begged in a low voice. She knew she mustn't let Kimberly hear her. Taryn shook her head and motioned for her to leave. Jill sighed and dropped her skirt.

Taryn laughed and walked over to Jill. Slapping her playfully on the rump, she said "My wicked Jill. Go and help Michele with dinner." She chuckled, watching as Jill ran eagerly into the kitchen.

The door swung closed and Taryn turned back to Kimberly. Acting as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, she sat down and unfolded her napkin. "Dinner will be here shortly," she said. She lifted her wineglass. "A toast to your coming venture. May the excursion serve you well."

Kimberly touched her glass to Taryn's. She followed her every move, taking a sip when Taryn took one, hurrying to unfold her own napkin and place it upon her lap as Taryn had done only seconds earlier. She felt weak, her body spent as though she'd made wild and passionate love. Someone came into the room and turned off the lights. She watched as a dark figure lit two candles in the center of the table. Just as silently as the figure appeared, it disappeared into the shadows.

Taryn wondered about the woman seated at the other end of the table. How long would it take to tame her? How willingly or unwillingly would she obey Taryn's orders? She took a sip of the white Bordeaux that she favored. As it burst inside her mouth, she murmured, "And I shall have you, too."

"I beg your pardon," Kimberly said, fearing she wasn't paying close enough attention.

Taryn looked up, a slight blush on her cheeks. "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking out loud," she said. Raising her glass to Kimberly, she made a second toast. "To your promotion and to your lover. A male though he may be," she added.

Kimberly blanched, resenting Taryn's comment about Mark. "My male lover, as you call him, is none of your business." She placed the glass back on the table. "I've changed my mind about dinner. Can someone please drive me home?" She stood and glared defiantly at Taryn. When Taryn calmly returned her gaze, she felt her armor slipping, exposing her fear. She wanted this woman to possess her and she could do nothing to hide that desire. Her legs threatening to buckle, she sat on the edge of the chair.

The door swung open and Jill hurried through. "Jill, it's about time," Taryn said. "Our guest is threatening to go home, she is so faint with hunger!" She smiled at Kimberly, her gaze very cool, yet questioning.

Kimberly turned away, watching as Jill approached the table. She seemed so eager to please. Kimberly seized upon her as a reason to stay, at least through dinner. Jill carried a silver tray laden with soup bowls. The bowls were steaming, filling the air with an aroma of something very pleasant. Jill placed a bowl in front of her. "Thank you," Kimberly said. She looked down into the clear liquid. "May I ask what this is?" She had fleeting thoughts of Taryn trying to drug her.

Smiling, Taryn lifted a spoonful to her mouth and tasted. "It is good. Very good," she replied, her eyes twinkling playfully. She wondered at the childlike mischief she was feeling. Perhaps this breaking of rules and boundaries would serve her well. First there was Lisa and now there was Kimberly. She'd had one and now coveted the other. How far would she go? Taryn wondered if perhaps this was her excursion rather than Kimberly's. "Do you want Jill to taste yours and show you it isn't poisoned?" she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.

Feeling annoyed by Taryn's teasing, Kimberly searched for a response that would be equally annoying. Her mind was a jumble of confusion and disorganized feelings. "No, that won't be necessary,"

she replied. She lifted her spoon and tasted the soup. Taryn was right; it tasted wonderful. She hadn't realized how hungry she was.

Jill left the dining room and watched their new guest through a tiny crack in the doorway. Although she couldn't see Taryn's face, she could tell by her voice that she was enjoying herself. She sighed, her eyes filling with sadness.

"Feeling jealous, Jill?"

Jill turned and looked at Michele. She was chopping vegetables, preparing the next course. "Of course not!" Jill snapped at her.

Michele laughed in amusement, her bare breasts bouncing on her chest. She insisted on cooking naked from the waist up. She complained that clothing on her upper body restricted her too much when she was working. Taryn had finally relented, telling her that the kitchen was her domain.

When Jill remained silent, Michele paused and put down the knife.

Jill seemed so naive at times that Michele felt guilty for teasing her.

"Come here," she told her.

Jill wanted to be stubborn but she could never refuse Michele's offerings. Wordlessly, she walked to the counter where two wonderfully full and firm breasts awaited her. She stared at Michele, her head thrown back and her chest thrust forward. Jill climbed onto the barstool, then worked her way onto the counter. She poised on her hands and knees, her eyes filled with excitement. Greedily she took one of Michele's nipples into her mouth.

Michele groaned when she felt Jill's wet tongue on her bare nipple.

She smiled with pleasure as Jill suckled her breast. Her excitement grew and she placed her hand behind Jill's head. Pressing her forward, she urged her to suck harder. "Yes, yes," she murmured as Jill drew her breast deeply into her mouth. Jill made smacking sounds while she sucked her and her breathing became hot and labored.

Michele felt the moisture between her legs. Bare underneath her skirt, the wetness collected on her pubic hair and dripped onto her naked legs.

"Um," Jill sighed as she pulled Michele' swollen breast deeply inside of her mouth. She wanted to touch the other with her hand, to squeeze it and make it swollen too, but she knew Michele would make her stop if she touched her with anything but her mouth. Those were the rules.

Irritated by rules that did not make sense, Jill bit the swollen nub.

She bit it so hard that Michele gasped, but there was nothing she could do about it. The other rule was that Jill could do whatever she wanted to Michele' breasts, as long as she used her mouth.

Jill smiled to herself, punishing Michele's bosom with her silly rules. She felt the nipple become hot and irritated. Michele's breathing was now keeping pace with her own. She switched to the other breast.

In the dining room, Taryn was wondering what was taking so long in the kitchen. "Excuse me," she said, rising from her chair. "I'm going to find out why there is a delay with our dinner."

"I don't mind waiting," Kimberly hurriedly replied. Although she'd taken a perverse pleasure in Jill's punishment, Kimberly did not want the incident repeated. Perhaps dinner was delayed because her butt was so sore. "Why don't you give it a few more minutes?" she said.