Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

But her words were lost as the door swung shut behind Taryn.

The sight in the kitchen angered Taryn but it did not surprise her.

Shaking her finger at the two women, she marched across the room.

They parted and looked at her helplessly, wondering what she would do.

"We have a guest," she reminded them. "Please restrain yourself until after dinner is served. After that I don't care what you do."

Michele and Jill nodded. They did not see the smile on Taryn's face as she walked away. Michele wiped her breasts dry and ordered Jill off the counter.

Jill obeyed, easing herself down to the floor. She took a knife and helped Michele with the preparations. Working steadily side by side, they had the second course ready within minutes. Michele finished with a garnishing touch, a colorful display certain to stimulate anyone's appetite.

Jill loaded the tray and took the second course into the dining room.

She felt a little embarrassed about being caught with Michele. She wondered what Taryn was thinking. Could she possibly be jealous?

She wanted to think so, but Jill knew she was probably dreaming.

Quietly, she removed the soup bowls and replaced them with the fresh salad. Wanting to get out from under Taryn's glare, she started back to the kitchen.

"Jill," Taryn said in a soft voice. When Jill turned to face her, Taryn pointed to Kimberly's water glass. "Please pour our guest some fresh water." She scolded Jill with her eyes.

Jill felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She took a glass container from the side table. It was filled with fresh ice water and slices of lemon. The room's warmth had caused condensation to form, making the glass slippery and awkward to hold. Jill was nearly beside herself with nervousness. Taryn's eyes had followed her every move since she'd entered the room. Carefully she carried the water to the table and replenished Kimberly's glass.

Taryn watched her very carefully but not carefully enough.

Jill bent over, pretending to fumble with the glass. Her hand grazed Kimberly's breast and she tweaked the nipple between her fingers.

She gave her a conspiratorial wink and turned back to Taryn.

Kimberly was so shocked that she nearly choked on a leaf of spinach. Coughing and gasping for air, she reached for her water glass at the same time Jill rushed forward to assist her. Their hands collided and water spilled over the sides of the glass. By then, Kimberly had managed to swallow and regain her breath.

Taryn frowned upon the scene. She found it comical, yet she also felt embarrassed by Jill's clumsy behavior. "Are you all right?" she asked Kimberly. Her face a mask of calm and concern, she did not betray her true feelings.

"I'll be okay," Kimberly told her, gesturing for Taryn to not be concerned. However, her trembling hands told a different story.

Taryn clicked the intercom button. "Laurie, Susan, I need your assistance in the dining room. Immediately," she added. They were there within seconds.

The women giggled uncontrollably at the site of Jill. Her hands were dripping with water, the remainder of which appeared on the front of Kimberly's blouse. It was soaking wet. Dressed only in mini skirts and scant tops that did little to conceal their ample breasts, the women rushed over. They each took an arm and led a slightly intoxicated and extremely flustered Kimberly Justin to the guestroom.

It took a moment for Kimberly's eyes to adjust. From the dull colors and furnishings of the dining room to the decorative flare of the guestroom was quite a change. The carpet was white, the thread so deep and plush that Kimberly sighed with pleasure. In place of the dulled light in the dining room, this room was suffused with softly scented candlelight. Off to the side, near the balcony, was a raised platform. In the center was a sunken bed. Bedside tables extended from both sides and a music console was built into the headboard. All within hand's reach, it looked to be very comfortable. Kimberly was so tired; she would have loved nothing more than to curl up on that bed.

Laurie and Susan ran a warm bath, leaving Kimberly to linger and wonder about the room. Laurie was the first to notice Kimberly starting toward the balcony. "No!" she exclaimed, rushing back into the bedroom. She took Kimberly's arm and guided her away from the door. "You must be careful," Laurie explained. "All the entrances and exits are set with alarms."

"Why?" Kimberly asked. She was trembling from Laurie's sudden outburst.

Laurie looked to Susan, but she shook her head and continued preparing the bath. "It is done to ensure the privacy and safety of our guests," Laurie improvised.

"Oh," Kimberly responded. Although it seemed overkill to her, she supposed the extra security was a measure some clients would well appreciate.

Laurie smiled at Kimberly and started removing her clothing. The incident now under control, Susan came over the assist.

Kimberly felt tired beyond words. It was embarrassing to have two women undressing her, but she was too tired to protest.

Laurie and Susan openly admired Kimberly's body. Her finely tapered waist accentuated her breasts. The smooth curve and swell of each mound, firm and erect, was an inviting spectacle. The two women fantasized ways to partake of this new treasure.

Susan faced Kimberly and circled her arms around her waist. She pretended to have difficulty unclasping Kimberly's brassiere. She pressed close, much closer than necessary as she pretended to struggle with the clasp. Her nipples were hard and erect, aroused by Kimberly's beauty as well as her naivete. Their nipples touched tip to tip. Neither Kimberly nor Susan moved away.

Kimberly gasped when she felt Susan's nipples pressing through the sheer silk of her brassiere. Susan did not move nor did she seem to notice. Kimberly shook her head, scolding herself for being so timid in front of the two women. This was probably something they did every day and thought nothing of it.

Susan stepped back, removing Kimberly's brassiere. She smiled appreciatively at their guest's bare chest.

Kimberly felt her breasts spill out of her brassiere, leaving her completely naked from the waist up. It was all she could do to refrain from crossing her arms over her bare bosom. She wanted to hide her nakedness but she sensed it would not be wise to do so.

Angered by Susan's bold behavior, Laurie flashed her a stern look.

She considered herself deserving of the first take. After all, she had seniority over Susan. This was an unspoken rule. Laurie acted first and was not to be outdone by her partner. Her anger finally subsiding a little, Laurie reached around Kimberly's waist from behind.

Adroitly, she undid the zipper on Kimberly's jeans.

Kimberly shivered in anticipation. Her eyes closed, she waited.

Moving as if in slow motion, Laurie tugged the pants down around Kimberly's knees. Her hands touching here and there and everywhere, she debated fondling the firm white buttocks that were so deliciously encased in very lacy and very sexy silk panties. When she saw Susan eyeing Kimberly's groin, she quickly reached around Kimberly's hips and hooked her thumbs in the elastic on each side of Kimberly's panties. Very slowing, inch by inch, she pulled the panties down.

Her fingers were spread open, allowing her to feel the softness of Kimberly's pubic hair. She pressed her fingers in ever so slightly, tracing the outer lips of this new woman's treasure.

Susan watched Laurie's hands move lovingly over Kimberly's groin. Ah, wet already , she thought as she saw the dampness at the center of Kimberly's opening. Taryn had made quite a catch this time!

The two women noticed Kimberly was swaying, as though dizzy with excitement. Briskly, they completed their task. Taryn did not mind them playing a little with the guests, but they knew when to stop. Her clothes a heap on the floor, Susan and Laurie led Kimberly to the tub. They helped her into the warm water and slipped in on either side of her.