Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

The janitor knocked softly on her door. "Do you need me to come back later?" he asked.

Kimberly glanced at her watch. She had a half-hour before she was due at Camarin's house. Fortunately, she kept a change of clothes in her locker downstairs. "No, I'm just leaving," she told him.

Hurriedly, she cleared her desk and powered down her desktop computer.

Fifteen minutes later, Kimberly was showered and towel drying her hair. The locker room was almost empty. She pampered with her make-up and dabbed perfume on her wrists, behind her ears, and in various other intimate places. It was a habit, since most outings these days were with her fiancee. She wondered how Mark was doing, but her thoughts were only transitory. She closed her locker and checked once more to make certain she hadn't forgotten anything. Feeling anxious and a little timid, she left the office and started to Camarin's place.

Promptly at seven o'clock Kimberly rang the doorbell at Camarin's house. When the door opened, Camarin greeted her with a smile and a very appraising look. "Don't you look nice," she said, motioning Kimberly inside. "I don't know if I should be flattered or disappointed."

"What do you mean?" Kimberly asked, a puzzled expression on her face.

Laughing, Camarin took Kimberly by the arm and led her into the kitchen. "Either you think highly enough of me to dress so well or you have plans to go out afterward. Which is it?"

Kimberly took the barstool Camarin pulled out for her. That strange giddy feeling came over her again. "I … I don't have plans for later," she stated in a very matter of fact tone.

Camarin smiled at her guest. "Just checking. Wouldn't want to make you late for another engagement," she said. After handing Kimberly a cocktail, Camarin returned to her cooking. She knew

Kimberly was engaged to Mark, a man she'd been dating since college. The prospect of being this woman's first female lover was very enticing. She knew she'd have to watch her step tonight.

"You seem to be one of those women who truly enjoy cooking,"

Kimberly commented as she watched Camarin.

Camarin paused for a moment, surveying the chopped vegetables she had prepared. "Yes, I am," she replied. "This is one of my favorite dishes. It's a vegetable stir-fry with just a hint of diced shrimp and scallops. I hope you're hungry."

Kimberly smiled. "Actually, I'm quite hungry. No time for breakfast and we wound up skipping lunch."

"Good," Camarin said. "In that case I'm going to enlist your help in chopping the rest of the vegetables. While you're doing that, I'll prepare the sauce." Camarin took an apron from behind the bar.

When Kimberly reached for it, she pulled it away. "Let me," she said.

"Wouldn't want you to mess your hair." She turned Kimberly around so she was facing away from her.

Her heart beating uncontrollably fast, Kimberly took a deep breath.

She tried to steady herself against the counter. When she felt Camarin pressing against her from behind, she also felt a very definite tingling sensation between her legs. What is going on with me ! she thought to herself. She moved forward as much as possible, her body pressing against the kitchen counter and her back no longer pressed against Camarin.

Laughing, Camarin pulled Kimberly back into place in front of her.

"How can I possible get this over your head if you're so far away from me," she teased. Very gently, she settled the apron over Kimberly's neck and pulled it down over her waist and hips. She reached around her to straighten a loop that had become twisted around her neck.

Kimberly gasped when she felt Camarin's hands brushing over her nipples. The points grew hard and excited. She felt Camarin's breath on her bare shoulder. Shivering, she pulled away from Camarin. "I can do this," she said, her fingers searching for the loop of apron that was twisted.

Not to be out-maneuvered, Camarin waited patiently for Kimberly to straighten the apron. When she finished, Kimberly reached for the knife and started to cut the vegetables. "Let me show you," Camarin told her. She circled Kimberly from behind and placed her hands over hers. "Like so," she said, guiding Kimberly's hand through the cutting motions.

Kimberly was very aware of Camarin's body pressing against hers.

She felt Camarin's groin pressed against her butt and her breasts brushing against her back. The sheer fabric of her dress melded with Camarin's body. She moaned uncontrollably. The knife dropped and she felt Camarin's hands about her wrists.

"You're not a very good student, Kimberly," Camarin whispered in her ear. Tongue darting out, she pressed the moist tip against Kimberly's skin. "What am I going to do with you?" she asked.

Without allowing Kimberly time to answer, she raised her arms and pressed her hands against the wall behind her. She smiled a knowing smile at her young captive.

The position was awkward as well as frightening. At a loss for words, Kimberly tried to struggle free. Camarin pushed her right back. This time Camarin placed her hands down further, forcing her to bend at the waist. Kimberly gasped when she felt Camarin's fingers moving expertly over her hips.

With one hand, Camarin caressed her captive's ass. Stuck out so invitingly, how could she resist? When Kimberly did not remove her hand from the wall, Camarin smiled and cooed. With both hands, she kneaded the firm flesh in her fingers, squeezing softly at first, then a little bit harder. Harder still, she made Kimberly yelp. Baby yelps, they were nothing like the ear splitting shrieks Camarin wanted to hear. No need to push her because she knew Kimberly would soon be begging for it. And Camarin would give it to her most willingly.

When she felt Camarin pressing her mound against her ass, Kimberly thought she was going to faint. The heat from Camarin's groin was so hot that it seemed to scorch her skin through the sheer fabric. Dazed and confused, Kimberly suddenly envisioned Camarin's mound poised over her mouth. She imagined her tongue licking the wet folds and plunging into the dark recesses, the very core of her.

She imagined taking that swollen nub into her mouth, sucking it from within the folds of her inner and outer lips. Oh, to suck until it stood erect, the proud peak staring at her, teasing her and daring her to try and deflate it. Kimberly moaned, longing to bring this vision to life.

As Camarin rubbed her clit against Kimberly's ass, she felt the first orgasm begin. Faster and faster, she pressed against the rounded flesh, her clit quivering and her body convulsing as the first orgasm shook her. Within seconds she felt another rushing along behind the first. Roughly, she pulled Kimberly's arms down and pressed her hands onto the counter. One more , she told herself. "Yes, oh yes,"

she murmured as she fucked herself on Kimberly's ass. As the last orgasm burst through, she bit Kimberly's shoulder. She tried to stifle the scream that threatened to reveal the height of her excitement.

Kimberly cried out instead, more from surprise than pain.

Camarin's bite was really nothing more than a nibble on her shoulder.

It was what followed that caused her to scream in pure hot raging pain. Camarin yanked her dress up about her waist. Her hands were deliberately rough and hurtful. She jerked Kimberly's panties down, just enough to bare her ass. Kimberly could hear her moaning with excitement and she, too, started to moan.

Enraged to hear signs of her initiate's pleasure, Camarin reached for the leather strap she kept hanging underneath the counter. Knowing her young captive wouldn't dare make a move, she took the strap to the sink and wet it. Perfect , she thought as she took aim at Kimberly's ass. She couldn't wait to hear the first scream. Her only regret was that she'd forgotten to set up her camcorder. She didn't even have her tape recorder because she'd left it in the bedroom.