Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

Sensing that she was being watched, Camarin surreptitiously glanced inside the cabin. She saw Taylor standing at the kitchen window, her breasts still bare and her fingers playing with her nipples.

Camarin found it amusing to watch Taylor standing there, playing with herself and probably wondering why Camarin had not returned the favor. She did feel a little guilty about leaving her like that, but she had no choice.

"Hmm," she said, puzzling over what to do. Then it occurred to her that voyeurism was one of life's greatest stimulants. It would also keep her a safe distance away from Taylor. She unfastened one button on her shirt. Very slowly and seductively, she slid her hand inside the opening and pulled her breast free. The nipple barely visible, she played with it. Although she never considered herself an exhibitionist, Camarin found it to be very arousing. She felt her panties dampen once more.

Taylor watched Camarin's open display, wondering who else might be watching her. The cabins offered some measure of privacy but not enough to obscure Camarin standing by the woodpile, fondling herself. She gasped when she saw Camarin's other hand slide down the front of her shirt, then pause at the button on her jeans. "Oh!" she gasped as she stared at Camarin's blatant act of public masturbation.

What she did not know was that Camarin was watching her from the corner of her eye. Every move calculated to arouse Taylor, Camarin slowly unzipped her jeans. Her bright magenta panties were a sharp contrast to her pale skin. Camarin openly admired herself, sighing as she slid her hands down the side of her panties. Her fingers met in the center where her clitoris was pressing against the damp lace. She placed two fingers over her clit and began a slow rhythmic movement, parting her legs so she'd have better access. She placed one foot on the wood block, turning so her crotch was pointed directly at Taylor. Her tongue caressing her lips, she moved one hand to her breast. She teased the nipple so it was erect and hard, pushing against her shirt. Knowing exactly where to touch and when, Camarin felt an orgasm approaching within seconds. She looked at Taylor to see if she was watching.

Although her hands were busy, Taylor was nowhere near as close to an orgasm as Camarin. She played with her nipples, squeezing the tips and rolling them back and forth with her fingers. Her mouth hung open as she gazed down at her swollen breasts. Oh, she was aching so badly! What she wouldn't give to have Camarin's mouth at her breasts. "Umm," she murmured, her fingers stretching the nipples as far as she could. Every move she made, every nerve she stretched sent jolts of excitement through her.

There was a barstool beneath the counter, the seat a perfect square.

Taylor positioned herself on it so her clit was pressing against one of the hard corners. Slowly, rhythmically, she rubbed her clit against the barstool. She tried to pace herself with Camarin, watching her every move as she masturbated in the back yard. Sliding backward, then forward, she panted as her pussy rode the hard surface. Her fingers teased and stretched her nipples. All the while, she wished it were Camarin's hands punishing her wanton flesh.

Camarin was having fantasies of her own, fucking Taylor's sweet little pussy. She envisioned herself poised behind Taylor, a dildo strapped around her hips. Down on all fours, Taylor would be wiggling her ass, begging Camarin to fuck her. She could hear her voice all raspy with excitement, "Fuck me, Camarin. Give it to me.

Please." Beside herself with arousal, Camarin hurriedly pushed her pants down enough so she could fuck her own pussy. She felt in her pocket for the vibrator she kept with her at all times. It hummed to life when she flicked the button. The sleeve was ribbed with evenly spaced bumps designed to caress a woman's vagina in a slightly different way. Using one hand to part her lips, Camarin slowly edged the vibrator inside of her. Her mouth was open and she could hear herself panting, her breath sending a stream of white puffs into the cold winter air.

Just as expected, Taylor watched Camarin masturbating beside the woodpile. She fondled and squeezed her nipples while she rode the barstool. When Camarin started using the vibrator, Taylor used a thick candlestick she found lying on top of the counter. All within easy reach, she couldn't help but wonder if Camarin had planned it this way. She placed the candle upright on top of the stool, then rode it like a stallion. Bucking and rocking, she gasped for air as she spun a million different fantasies around the beautiful woman outside her window.

Unknown to Taylor and Camarin, someone else was listening to their every sound and watching their every move as their bodies spoke to one another through the distance that separated them. Taryn was perched on the limb of a pine tree a few yards away from the cabin.

She was seething with anger, thinking how foolish she was to trust Camarin with her young protege. Yet, deep within her own sub-conscience, she knew things were going just as she'd planned. She could hear Camarin panting and moaning as she fucked herself. She glanced through the kitchen window, watching as Taylor mimicked Camarin's every move. "Horny little bitch, aren't you Taylor," she whispered.

Perhaps it was the sudden realization that they were clearly visible to anyone who happened by, or maybe it was that sense of being watched, either way, Taylor and Camarin were becoming more and more excited. Their bodies fought to prolong the time it took them to orgasm. Despite the cold mountain air, they were becoming unbearably hot. Taylor had fucked her pussy raw with the thick candlestick. Now she was banging her clit against the edge of the barstool, hard bruising thrusts. Then she slowed down, circling the swollen nub gently over the hard surface, cooing and purring with pleasure as her toes curled and oxygen flooded her brain at a pace so rapid she became dizzy. Swaying on the barstool, she clutched the counter for support.

Taryn watched the scene from afar. She was uncertain what had prompted her to check on them, but she was glad she did. She was going to teach them a lesson they'd never forget, at least for a while.

She edged very quietly down the tree trunk, careful to not alert them to her presence. Once on solid ground, she glanced at them again through binoculars. It wouldn't be too much longer now. She hurried through the wooded area, circling to the front of the cabin.

Stalking like a cat, Taryn crept across the yard to the front door.

She held her breath for fear that Taylor might hear her. Very cautiously, she turned the doorknob and slipped inside the warm cabin. She could hear Taylor in the kitchen. Her breathing was so jagged that Taryn didn't know if she'd have time to accomplish her deed. She looked down the hallway to her right. Having stayed in one of the cabins before, it was just as she'd expected. She tiptoed down the hallway to the bedroom.

Moving quickly, Taryn completed her task and hurried out as quietly as she'd entered. She circled through the woods and back to her hideout. The wooden box was just as she'd left it. Taryn stepped on it then hoisted herself up. With only seconds to spare, she perched on the tree branch and focused the binoculars on Camarin and Taylor.

Both women appeared ready to explode at any moment.

Unfortunately for Taylor and Camarin, another explosion occurred just before that exquisite moment arrived. The explosion they heard rocked the air like a sonic boom. Both women stopped in mid-grope, startled and frightened by the sound. At first, it was hard to tell where the bomb had exploded. Taylor was the first to realize it was from somewhere in the cabin. Coughing and sputtering, she hurried out the back door.

Camarin smelled the smoke, too. She saw Taylor running toward her, screaming her name. "Camarin!" she yelled as she raced out the back door. In another time and place, she would have appeared very comical. She was bare from the waist up and her pants were tangled around her knees. Her chest flushed with pre-orgasmic arousal, it was more than obvious what Taylor had been doing when the bomb exploded.