Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

Taryn licked her mouth hungrily as she eyed her newest prey.

Kimberly's eyes were not completely closed. She peered at her through the slit in her eyes, the opening imperceptible to the object of her scrutiny. She wondered what Taryn was thinking. She seemed to be examining her and Kimberly found it disconcerting. Yet, she did not want to stop her. The moments seemed to drag as she struggled to control her breathing. She felt an unexplainable excitement stirring between her legs. When she could bear it no longer, Kimberly opened her eyes. Nervously, she brushed her fingers through her hair, tousling the strands where Taryn had touched her. "I must look a mess," she said.

Taryn returned Kimberly's steady gaze, wondering if it was excitement or fear that caused her eyes to burn with such intensity.

Her own eyes were so full and swollen with passion, she could barely see Kimberly's face. She felt the heat of her desire merging with the heat of the voluptuous woman lying beside her. She drew a sharp breath, the warmth rushing through her and blazing into a fire between her legs. Her panties were damp with excitement. How she longed to grind her wet pussy against Kimberly's face, to torture her into one interminably long hour of cunt lapping. Oh, what she wouldn't give to fill her mouth with her hot juices, to smother her with her desire! She gasped, her chest constricting and her mouth dropping open. Her body was hungry for air, needing to replenish what her body devoured as she struggled with the need inside of her.

Kimberly was mesmerized, her mind weaving a fantasy all its own.

She leaned closer to the beautiful woman sitting next to her. The air about Taryn intoxicated her senses and the liquid warmth of her soft brown eyes drew her unbearably closer. Something told her to pull away, but she could not. Her lips parted and she started to speak, but her voice froze in her throat. She felt Taryn touching her face, caressing her in the most gentle and tender way. Was this the same woman she saw whipping Jill last night?

"Don't be afraid," Taryn whispered. She breathed in the scent of the beautiful woman sitting beside her. All thoughts of Lisa and their rabid morning intercourse faded into a memory that she knew she'd very likely forget. Oh, the ache between her legs was so strong!

Trying to temper her passion, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against Kimberly's. The softness and warmth filled her with a longing unlike any she'd known for a very long time.

In the space of those five seconds, Kimberly felt dizzy and disoriented. Although she could not focus on any single thought or feeling, she knew one thing for certain, she did not want this sweet kiss to end. She moved her tongue against Taryn's lips, slowly, almost cautiously as she tried to measure her response.

Taryn felt Kimberly's pulse pounding and throbbing in her throat as they kissed. Her neck was exposed, the soft white skin seeming to beg for Taryn's lips, her mouth. She pulled away when she felt Kimberly's tongue pressing against her lips. Careful , she warned herself. It would be so easy to take her right here and right now – to show her that it was she who would make the first move. Kimberly's place was to follow and obey. But it was too soon. Far too soon to begin the process of taming this woman who had yet to realize she needed and wanted someone of the same sex in bed beside her, a woman who knew how to render her powerless and fill her with a longing so deep she would do anything to fulfill it.

Visions of Kimberly with her boyfriend crept into the scenario.

When Taryn envisioned Kimberly with Mark, the image drew her warrior instincts out. Her nostrils flared and she thought of his penis inside Kimberly's mouth, her cunt, and her ass. Suddenly she was angry with Kimberly for being so foolish and timid, for giving herself to Mark in any way, time or place he wanted her. Excitement giving way to fury, she knew she must leave before she lost control. She stood and told Kimberly, "I'll send someone to help you bath. I think you'll find everything you need in the closet." She was halfway through the door when Kimberly called out to her.

"Taryn."

"Yes?"

"I didn't bring any clothes. If you could arrange for someone to take me home, I'll wait and take a shower there."

"Take you home?" Taryn said in a voice colored with disbelief.

She dismissed Kimberly's statement as one not worthy of a response.

"Laurie and Susan got your sizes when they undressed you last evening," Taryn told her. "They went shopping this morning and purchased a few things for you. If you don't find their choices to your liking, let me know. I can always send Taylor to your home to pick something up for you." Noting the puzzled expression on Kimberly's face, she told her, "We want our guests to be comfortable, no matter how long or short their stay." She started into the hallway once more.

"Taryn, wait!" Kimberly called out. She searched for something to say – anything that would make her stay a little longer while she debated what to do.

"Yes?"

"I … I appreciate your hospitality, but I can't stay here," she finally blurted. "I've work to do this weekend. Besides, if last night is any indication of the excursions you offer, I'm not so certain I want to partake of your services." A part of her hoped that Taryn would come back and explain to her what last night meant, to give her some explanation that would assuage her fear and convince her to stay. She was visibly surprised by Taryn's response.

Taryn laughed and told her, "It's up to you. I will tell you one thing. Your friend Pat is the purveyor of our services. She wanted to give you something special to celebrate your promotion to … vice-president, I believe? Anyway, I promised her we wouldn't tell you until after you'd rested and spent the night here. She was afraid you'd leave without giving us a chance to show you what we have to offer."

She paused and shrugged her shoulders as if indifferent to Kimberly's choice of whether to go or to stay.

So I was right all along , Kimberly mused. She paused and turned her eyes away from Taryn's steady gaze. This excursion, if she dared call it that, was rocking the very foundation upon which her life was based. Somehow, she knew that everything she'd ever believed or hoped for would be challenged if she allowed herself to go through with this. Could she survive the earthquake and continue her life as she'd planned it?

Sensing her hesitancy, Taryn walked back across the room. She took Kimberly's hand and pressed the open palm against her lips. Her temper had calmed, allowing her to be playful and gentle with this woman who looked at her so expectantly. With her tongue, she traced the line from Kimberly's palm to her forefinger. "Why not do it?" she asked. "Live dangerously for once, Kimberly." Taryn kissed each of her fingertips, then leaned down and kissed her softly on the cheek.

"Think about it," she whispered. "There's no need to make a hasty decision."

As swiftly as she'd appeared, Taryn was gone. Kimberly laid full length on the bed. She ran her hand over the spot where Taryn had been sitting. What's happening to me ? she wondered. Everything she'd ever dreamed of or planned in her life now seemed to be challenged. "I'm not a homosexual," she whispered to herself. "Yet, why do I feel this way? What is it about this woman that makes my heart race and my bosom ache?" Lost, frightened and uncertain what to do, Kimberly closed her eyes and fell into a restless slumber.

Satisfied that her guest was not going anywhere for the time being, Taryn returned to the dining room. She noticed Lisa was gone, and so were Laurie and Susan. She walked over and sat down beside Taylor.

"Looks like you've been abandoned," she said.