Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

As expected, the north peak was very quiet. As they looked around, Kimberly and Mark noticed only two other people at the top.

Further down the slope, they spotted a few others racing down the mountain. When their turn came to jump off, Kimberly felt Mark squeeze her knee affectionately. Certain that disaster was about to fall, Kimberly wanted desperately to stay on the ski lift and ride back down to the lodge. However, her pride won out and she jumped.

Mark felt exhilarated, thrilled by the challenge of the dare deviling maneuvers the slope required. As he negotiated his way past trees and around stumps, he caught sight of Kimberly only once. She seemed to be struggling, but he knew he had to ignore it. Otherwise, she'd never attempt the slope again.

Not conditioned for the vigorous demands of such a challenging race down the mountain, Kimberly's legs became weak. Afraid she would tumble, she looked for a place to stop. She saw a slight leveling on the slope ahead and prepared for a safe fall, deciding to wait for the ski patrol to stop and pick her up. She liked to be challenged, but she was not suicidal.

Watching from the other side of the mountain, Camarin Knight smiled. She turned and gave Taylor the thumbs up. Taylor waved and got back into the car. Camarin pulled her goggles down, pocketed the binoculars, and started across the mountain. The snow mobile moved effortlessly across the rugged slope. Camarin came to a stop just as Kimberly tried to break her run. Carefully, but effortlessly, she reached for her. The impact was so strong that Camarin felt certain Kimberly would have been hurt if she hadn't been there to help break the fall.

Hurt indeed! Before Camarin's arms reached out and grasped her, Kimberly was certain she was about to kiss her life good-bye. When she came to a stop, her feet were off the ground and Camarin Knight was supporting her body against her own. Frightened and gasping for breath, several seconds passed before she managed to say, "Thank you."

Camarin grinned and removed the goggles. "I'll scold you later.

Right now we need to get you stable." Moving very carefully, she eased Kimberly to her feet and knelt to remove her skis.

"What are you doing here?" Kimberly asked as she watched Camarin unfasten the bindings.

Camarin paused and looked at Kimberly. The question sounded innocent enough, but she needed to make certain Kimberly wasn't suspicious. She didn't look to be. "I like the outdoors and I love to ski. So I come up here every other weekend and work ski patrol."

Camarin placed the ski to the side and urged Kimberly to test her balance.

Her legs were trembling. Kimberly was certain they would collapse. Hurriedly she sat down in the wet snow. "I … I'm sorry,"

she muttered. She was too embarrassed to look at Camarin, so she kept her gaze fixed on the snowmobile.

"You okay?" Camarin asked. She leaned down and tilted Kimberly's face up. When she looked into her eyes, she saw all the shame and misery lying beneath the surface. It took some effort to keep her own eyes from tearing.

"I'm okay," Kimberly replied weakly. "Thought I was ready for this, but I guess I wasn't." She tried to look away again.

Camarin kept her face tilted upward. " You thought or your boyfriend thought?" she asked.

Her lips trembling, Kimberly burst out crying. "I … I know I shouldn't have done it. But he made me so mad!"

"There now," Camarin whispered, her voice soft and soothing. She pulled Kimberly to her feet and wrapped comforting arms around her.

Holding her close, she stroked her hair and tried to soothe her. She felt Kimberly's heart pounding hard and fast against her chest and her own quickly matched the cadence. Something was happening here and she knew she should stop it.

Abruptly, Kimberly pulled away. She heard Camarin draw a sharp breath and instinctively leaned toward her. Their lips only inches apart, they hesitated. Eyes searching, intoxicated by the moment, they drew together once more.

Kimberly felt blinded by an emotion she could not identify. She knew only those full soft lips that were just inches from her face, lips that she'd fantasized kissing. Her mouth parted and she met Camarin half way. Their lips touched and Kimberly grew dizzy. Driven by a desire and hunger so strong that she wanted desperately to partake of this forbidden fruit. No matter the cost or the price to be paid, she had to have her. Their tongues met and she murmured, "Oh, yes. God, yes!"

Camarin knew this was going too far. As they kissed, she heard Taryn's voice whispering softly in the background. Her conscience told her to stop, but she wanted, just this once, to forget about her responsibilities. Kimberly's hungry touch and eagerness assured Camarin she could ask her for anything and Kimberly would give it willingly. Suddenly and fiercely, she pulled Kimberly tight against her body. She lowered her hand to Kimberly's ass and held her in place while she ground against her.

Kimberly felt the arms that surrounded her, engulfing her with strength that both captivated and frightened her. She whimpered, as her cunt grew hot and wet with desire. She removed her gloves and flung them aside. Oblivious to the cold, she twisted Camarin's soft hair in her fingers. Groaning, she moved her body in rhythm with Camarin's.

A wet, hot energy teased their pussies. Groping and panting, they moved to the ground together. Kimberly straddled Camarin's lap, wrapping her legs as she rubbed her clit vigorously over Camarin's firm stomach. She growled and spread herself out flat against Camarin's body. Her lips sought possession of her mouth, her tongue, her ear, and her neck. She reached for Camarin's breast.

Camarin moaned softly, her body melding with Kimberly's. "Oh,"

she gasped as Kimberly's teeth grazed her lips. She wanted those lips to bruise her and make her crazy with desire. "Yes, yes," she whispered in Kimberly's ear. She opened her jacket, welcoming Kimberly's hand on her breast. She thrust her chest up, offering herself to Kimberly's curious mouth and fingers. How she longed to feel those strong teeth gnashing against her breasts, biting her nipples as she cried out in pleasure!

Kimberly was beside herself, her hand groping with the buttons on Camarin's shirt. Frustrated, she tugged it out of her pants and slid her hand underneath the soft fabric. She moaned when her hand closed over the rounded flesh. Her breasts were so hot and her nipples so hard, Kimberly longed to rip her shirt open and take them in her mouth. Oh, to savor the firm nipples pulling in and out of her mouth, to feel…

It suddenly occurred to Kimberly what she was doing. How could she forget Mark who was probably waiting for her somewhere at the bottom of the slope! She belonged with him, not this woman who was writhing and gasping beneath her. "I'm not like this," she whispered.

"No, I can't," she gasped, pulling away from Camarin.

The cold air against her bare flesh made Camarin shiver. Her nipples became even harder, chilled by the wind that blew down from the top of the mountain. She felt Kimberly's rejection as painfully and desperately as she felt her desire. She watched her stand and stare down at her, shaking her head as though refusing to believe this was happening to her. "Kimberly, wait."

Wordlessly, Kimberly walked away. Her movements stiff and awkward and her vision a single tunnel of light surrounded by darkness, she made her way off the mountain. When she heard Camarin's snowmobile, she turned. When Camarin stopped and motioned for her to get on, she didn't argue. She was cold and wet and wanted to be with Mark. They were at the bottom of the mountain within minutes. When she saw Mark, she felt her heart quicken. The job and the crazy mess Pat was trying to get her into had obviously taken its toll. Imagine her kissing a woman! She was off the snowmobile before Camarin stopped it. "Mark!"