Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

Mark was relieved to see Kimberly. "Oh, wow," he said, looking at the emergency symbol on the side of the snow mobile. "Is she hurt?" he asked, staring at Camarin.

"Why don't you ask her yourself," Camarin tersely replied. She turned the engine off and removed her goggles. She shook her hair loose and fluffed it out with her fingers.

Mark was staring open-mouthed. He was very surprised to see Kimberly getting off the snow mobile, but to discover the driver was a woman! He felt his fear returning to haunt him. Mouth still agape, he walked over to Kimberly. "Let me help you," he said, offering her his hand.

Kimberly's legs were still trembling and she felt flushed from her encounter with Camarin. Rather than take Mark's hand, she gave him her skis. "I'm okay, Mark. Let's just get out of here and go back to the cabin," she said in a low voice, her head turned away from Camarin.

Mark nodded. Now that he knew Kimberly was okay, he turned to Camarin. "I can't thank you enough," he said, pumping her hand vigorously up and down.

"That's what I'm here for," Camarin replied. She extricated her hand as quickly as possible, suppressing an urge to wipe it on her pants. She turned to Kimberly. "If you're determined to ski the tough slopes, I suggest you take a fitness class to strengthen your leg and arm muscles," she told her. "You might find it beneficial in other ways, too," she said, winking at Kimberly.

Mark watched the exchange. He felt he was missing something, but he let himself assume it was unimportant. He balanced their skis over his shoulder and took Kimberly by the arm. "Let's go," he said, starting toward the ski lodge.

Kimberly turned once to look at Camarin. She was watching them and Kimberly could not help but notice her eyes. They were filled with something akin to what Kimberly was feeling. Hunger, longing, desire, lust, any way you described it, she wanted to make love to this woman who was watching her. If she could only bring herself to turn and walk away from Mark…

Camarin watched until they were inside the lodge. When she turned to climb back on the snow mobile, she noticed Kimberly's gloves lying on the ground. She smiled and tucked the stray gloves inside her pocket. Goggles in place, she climbed onto her seat, revved the motor and started back to the cabin where she and Taylor were staying.

Taylor was busying herself about the cabin while she waited for Camarin. When she finally returned, Taylor was in the kitchen, pulling a tray of cookies from the oven.

"Um, something smells good," Camarin said. She removed her boots and jacket and sat down at the kitchen counter. "Chocolate chip?" she asked.

"Sort of," Taylor replied. "Here, try one." She placed a cookie on a napkin and gave it to Camarin.

"Um," Camarin exclaimed between mouthfuls. "This tastes wonderful. I didn't know you had such hidden talents."

Taylor blushed. "Baking is one of my favorite pastimes. It reminds me of when I was growing up. Even though she worked full-time, Mama always found time to put something in the oven. No pun intended," she added when Camarin gave her a wicked grin.

"Did you grow up somewhere in the south?" Camarin asked. She reached for another cookie, only to have Taylor slap her hand away.

"The cookie sheet is still hot," Taylor scolded her. She slid the spatula under another cookie and placed it on Camarin's napkin.

"Yes, I grew up in the south. Alabama to be exact."

Camarin smiled knowingly. "Did you know Taryn is from South Carolina?" she asked.

"No way!" Taylor exclaimed. "She has no accent whatsoever.

Wow, I never would have guessed."

Camarin peered thoughtfully out the window as she munched on another bite of cookie. "I wouldn't bring it up if I were you," Camarin told her. "She's awfully touchy about it. I told her that southern women make better lovers, but she doesn't believe me."

For all intents and purposes, Taylor knew Camarin was baiting her.

"And how might you know that?" Although she'd been warned not to, Taylor couldn't resist baiting Camarin right back.

Camarin thought it over for a moment, then rose from her chair.

She sauntered over and stood behind Taylor, who was leaning over the counter. She placed her hands around Taylor's waist and moved closer to her. "Does it matter how I know?" she whispered in Taylor's ear. "Wouldn't you rather I show you?" She slid her tongue inside the other woman's ear, her breathing growing more labored as she pressed her cunt against Taylor's ass.

Startled by Camarin's sudden aggressiveness, Taylor curled her hands around the spatula. She moved her hips back and forth across Camarin's groin. "I don't know that there's anything you can show me I don't already know," she challenged.

Camarin pressed her hands tightly around Taylor's waist and pulled her tightly against her. She pressed her mound against Taylor's ass, her hands guiding Taylor's hips back and forth over her clit. She was touching all the right places and applying just the right amount of pressure. Deciding the moment had distinct possibilities, Camarin stopped her movement and jerked Taylor into an upright position.

She drew her hair away from her neck. Her mouth found the soft spot, the flesh she knew would bruise most easily. Eagerly, she sucked the tender area.

Taylor groaned and pulled Camarin's hands up around her breasts.

Rubbing her head against Camarin's, she longed for this wonderful sensation to never end. She opened her mouth and moaned softly against Camarin's hair. Alternately squeezing and releasing Camarin's hands on her breasts, she felt the fire flaming in her groin. An internal voice warned her to stop, but she did not heed the warning. "I'm waiting," she groaned, taunting Camarin with her haughty behavior.

Camarin wrenched her hands free of Taylor's grasp. "She who plays with fire is bound to get burned," she growled. In one swift movement, she hooked a hand on either side of Taylor's collar and ripped her shirt open down the front. She spun Taylor around to face her. Smiling all the while, she pulled a knife from a set resting atop the counter.

Taylor gasped at the sight, wondering if she'd gone too far with her teasing. "Oh," she gasped when she felt the cold metal pressing inside her cleavage. This was going just a little too far. "Okay, enough," she said, trying to push the knife away from her skin.

Camarin seized her hand and twisted the arm behind her back. She slid the back of the knife's blade between Taylor's breasts, watching, as her nipples grew hard and pointed. "Can't stop now," she said, shaking her head back and forth. She drew the blade through the thin fabric of Taylor's bra. Cut in half, the confining garment fell open and released Taylor's breasts.

Taylor drew a sharp breath and stared down at her bare front.

Camarin released her arm. Standing very still with both arms dangling at her sides, Taylor felt frightened. Yet, she also felt excited, as evident by the damp spot on her panties. She looked up at Camarin, wide-eyed with wonder. This was something she'd only dreamed about, hoping that some day when the time was right, Taryn would deflower her. That prospect seemed to be disappearing fast as Camarin bore down upon her.

Deciding to play with her for a while, Camarin removed a lighter from her pocket. She flicked it on, then ran the flame over the knife blade. When it seemed sufficiently hot, she closed the lighter.

Brandishing the knife in front of Taylor's firm upright breasts, she touched the tip of her nipple ever so lightly with the hot blade.

Taylor silenced a scream building up inside her, her eyes pleading with Camarin to put the knife away. When Camarin flicked the hot metal once more against her nipple, Taylor's eyes suddenly begged her to continue. Filled with wonder and an equal amount of fear, she drew her chest up and offered her bare breasts to Camarin. She watched the flames from the lighter lick over the metal blade once more. Fear battling with excitement, she started to pull away, but she knew it was too late. Even if she tried to stop her, Camarin was far stronger and more forceful than Taylor could ever be.