Lavender Excursions

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by Danielle Engle




  Danielle Engle

  Lavender Excursions

  Chapter One

  Although a long time resident of the Windy City, Pat Brooks viewed winter as an unnatural disruption in the hustle and bustle of the city. Fortunately, the holiday season offered a brief respite from the harsh wind and bitter cold. This holiday season was especially important for Pat. Sitting in the boardroom at Lavender Excursions, she had two items on her agenda. First, she needed to pay a long overdue debt to Lavender Excursions' owner, Taryn Williams.

  Second, she wanted to purchase a special Christmas gift for her best friend, Kimberly Justin.

  This was her reason for showing the staff at Lavender Excursions a video of Kimberly. Lavender Excursions was a business entity staffed entirely by women, many who were paid very highly for their creative talents. Their goal was to provide women a safe, anonymous place to realize their fantasies. It was their philosophy that fantasies were women's best treasures, personal riches waiting to be discovered. In many cases, it meant giving women a place to explore their sexual identity.

  Certain that her best friend was a lesbian, Pat wanted to offer her this opportunity. Anxiously she waited as scenes of Kimberly Justin's life with her boyfriend, Mark, scrolled past. She blushed as the tape neared the final scene. Kimberly was spread-eagle on the bed with Mark poised over her in a classic 69. Fortunately for this all-lesbian audience sitting around the boardroom, the camera was focused on Kimberly.

  Her hips grinding into the bed sheets as Mark's tongue teased her engorged clit, Kimberly was in the throes of an orgasm. The tension in the room was palpable, everyone leaning forward, waiting for the moment when she would ride over the edge. Waiting and listening, their faces strained as their imaginations placed them in Mark's stead.

  Tongues lapping Kimberly's hot, sweet juices, cooing and purring as they pleasured her with their mouths.

  The moment was ripe, Kimberly's breath shifting as she neared orgasm. Closer and closer she came, panting and moaning. Hands clutching the sheets, her head bobbed as she went down on her lover.

  He was close, she was close, and then suddenly Mark pulled away!

  Confused and anxious, the women peered harder at the screen.

  Wetness was still seeping out of Kimberly and her clit was visibly screaming for release. What was happening? Why did he stop?

  The answer soon became apparent. Intent on his own orgasm, Mark rose on his elbows then thrust himself in and out of Kimberly's mouth. They could hear the sucking noises as Kimberly took him inside of her. As his excitement grew stronger, the air became heavy with his breathing. His face contorted and his body stiffened, Mark made a final thrust, then collapsed on top of Kimberly.

  The room was still, everyone waiting for Mark to regain his breath.

  It seemed an obvious conclusion that he would resume making love to her until she, too, climaxed. Wasn't it? Time seemed to stand still as they waited, listening and watching for some sign of movement.

  Alas, Kimberly's orgasm with Mark was not to be. Within seconds, he rolled off her and fell into a heavy sleep. She turned away from him and lay on her side. The women watched as Kimberly's hand slid between her legs, collecting the moisture from her cunt. A whimpering so faint it was barely discernible escaped her quivering lips. The sound of her fingers massaging her swollen clit sounded throughout the room.

  The women watched, hands moving as if to help her, coaxing her to a climax. Closer and closer, breaths held and bodies straining forward, they urged her over the edge, to freedom, to ecstasy, to that beautiful intense moment when she felt nothing but the sensations exploding in her clit. Her body stiffened. She shuddered, rocking back and forth, as the orgasm seized and shook her.

  The scene ended and the screen went black. For several moments, the only sound in the room was the faint whir of the videotape rewinding in the background. Finally, someone flipped a switch and the room was flooded with light.

  Taryn Williams, founder and president of Lavender Excursions, knew how difficult it must have been for Pat to steal into Kimberly's house and make copies of the videotapes. She also knew how important it was for Pat to repay a debt she felt was long overdue.

  Married over five years to a man who made her life miserable, it was through Taryn that Pat realized she was a lesbian. Knowing that an excursion was something Pat could not afford but sorely needed, Taryn gave it to her as a gift the previous year. Pat's life had never been the same. Divorced and freely dating other women, she was happy for the first time in a very long while.

  Taryn sat quietly, staring at the blank screen. She struck a reflective pose. Taryn's skin was a golden bronze and her hair a dark shadow surrounding her face. She appeared as one would imagine an Egyptian queen surveying her subjects. The subject in question had made her proposal. Now it was up to Taryn to decide whether they should accept Kimberly as a client. Taryn cast her gaze upon the woman sitting beside her. "What do you think?" she asked.

  "Possibly," the woman replied, her eyes trying to gauge Taryn's response to the video.

  Taryn tapped her fingers on the table, debating. Was Kimberly ready for an excursion? Would the possibility of freedom outweigh the risk of exposure to a lifestyle she might not understand? Taryn looked to yet another member of her staff. "What do you think, Camarin?"

  Camarin Knight's jacket crinkled as she shifted in her chair. She returned Taryn's gaze, studying her for a moment. She pushed her dark hair away from her face, the strands tumbling about her shoulders and into the collar of her leather jacket. Camarin fixed her focus on the print hanging behind Taryn's desk. Her dark brown eyes twinkled with excitement. "I agree with Pat," she said. "Kimberly is ready for an excursion."

  As the other women nodded their approval, Pat breathed a sigh of relief. When Taryn gave her consent, Pat shot out of her chair. The sudden movement sent a manila folder sailing off the table and onto the floor. Embarrassed, she bent to retrieve the papers that spilled out of the folder and underneath the chairs of the women seated nearby.

  Camarin chuckled and shook her head in a gesture of disbelief.

  Her face growing hotter by the minute, Pat crawled about on the floor until she'd gathered all the papers. Blushing, she laid the folder carefully on the table and hurried out the door.

  Taryn laughed. "If she channeled half of that nervous energy into her work, she'd be a very wealthy woman." The other women murmured in agreement. "Okay," Taryn said, "let's get to work. We have a long and difficult task ahead of us. Think, create, do whatever is needed to make Kimberly's excursion a success. We'll meet again tomorrow morning and review everyone's ideas."

  Several of the women whispered excitedly as they left the room.

  One staff member, Lisa Manchester, remained seated. She wanted to speak to Taryn alone. Despite her three years of employment at Lavender Excursions, Lisa still felt shy and awkward around the company's founder. Her position as Taryn's subordinate accounted for part of her discomfort. The other factor was of a personal nature.

  Despite great efforts to dismiss her rampant thoughts and feelings, Lisa had fallen helplessly and hopelessly in love with Taryn. Now was a crucial moment, an opportunity to be alone with Taryn. Lisa's hands were shaking uncontrollably. Lisa sat speechless, her determination wavering under Taryn's cool gaze.

  Sensing something out of kilter, Taryn sat on the edge of the table beside Lisa. Her feelings and desires were clear. Taryn could see the need in her eyes and feel it in the air about her. Lisa's passion was so genuine and her naivete so touching that Taryn willed herself to be gentle and patient. "What's up, Lisa?"

  Lisa bowed her head and stared at the table. Wisps of her dark hair fell about her face, obscuring her eyes. Very solemn brown eyes,
they added to her waif-like appearance. She took a deep breath. Her voice hesitant, she asked Taryn, "Are you doing anything this evening?"

  Taryn smiled warmly at the young woman seated beside her. She vowed to tread very carefully around her fragile ego. "Hopefully the same thing you are – getting some rest and relaxation before we tackle our new client."

  Oblivious to Taryn's gentle rebuke, Lisa rushed on with her dialogue. "Well I'd like you to come over for dinner tonight," she said. "Afterward we can do some brainstorming about the new client.

  Actually, I outlined a script as I was watching the video. I'd like you to review it before our next meeting."

  "Lisa, I appreciate your hard work and commitment. However, my dear, you must develop a life outside of work. In place of these long hours you spend working, you need to be going out with friends."

  Taryn paused and leveled Lisa with a stern gaze. "We'll review the script tomorrow."

  Lisa turned her eager face to Taryn. "I don't mind. Really," she said.

  Taryn placed her hand reassuringly on Lisa's shoulder. Although she didn't want to hurt her feelings, she knew she needed to discourage those misguided emotions. "No, Lisa. The work will still be here tomorrow."

  Lisa felt a flash of anger, much as a child to an overbearing parent.

  However, the anger was short lived where Taryn was concerned. Lisa nodded and rose from the table. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow," she said in a disheartened voice. Without waiting for a reply, she walked to the door.

  "Lisa, wait a minute." While Lisa paused in the doorway, Taryn called her answering service to let them know that she was forwarding her phone. "Only contact me if it's an emergency," she told the operator.

  Lisa's heart was pounding and her face flushed with anticipation.

  Had Taryn changed her mind?

  Removing her coat from the closet, Taryn told Lisa, "Get your things and meet me in the lobby. We'll have a drink and discuss the script. But only for a few minutes," she added in a stern voice.

  Lisa's face immediately brightened. "Be ready in a sec," she replied.

  Taryn knew she did not set a good example for Lisa. Having been without a steady lover for several months now, she poured her every waking hour into work. It stemmed off the loneliness and prevented her from rushing into a monogamous long-term affair. Casual sex was a far safer option. With her perfectly sculpted face and her model perfect figure, sex partners were easy for Taryn to find.

  Unfortunately, she had a need few women could satisfy.

  As she left the office, Taryn felt the familiar aching between her legs. She longed for a time capsule, something to take her back to that place where another woman had satisfied her every need, including the dark one she kept guarded so secretively. It was like a hunger that could not be satiated, no matter how often she partook. Taryn knew Lisa would service her willingly. Yet, there were risks inherent in such an affair, risks far greater than she should take. Unfortunately, her emotions were overriding her reasoning tonight. Sighing, she took her coat and hurried out the door.

  Chapter Two

  Down the hall from Taryn's office, savvy Camarin Knight was giving her libido full rein. She had no qualms about sex and engaged in it quite frequently. Unlike Taryn, Camarin's needs were more easily satisfied. She experienced sex as a conquest, each new woman adding to her status as a sex goddess in the lesbian community.

  Jennifer Levine was the newest addition to the staff at Lavender Excursions. Although she was told Camarin would show her all the ropes, she doubted sex was included in the curriculum. When Camarin cornered her on her way out of the meeting, Jennifer's curiosity got the better of her. Now she was in Camarin's office, penned against her desk and debating whether she should allow Camarin Knight to bed her. Camarin's reputation preceded her and Jennifer wasn't certain she wanted to be added to that list of conquests.

  Her full weight leaning against Jennifer, Camarin eyed her prey.

  She made no attempt to hide her hunger. A full five feet nine inches tall, Camarin had a physical advantage over Jennifer. The petite blue-eyed, blonde-haired beauty was no match for Camarin Knight.

  Nonetheless, when Camarin tried to kiss her, she twisted her head from side to side. That was fine with Camarin because she preferred some degree of resistance. She chuckled as Jennifer tried to use her small size to her advantage and wiggle out from under Camarin's body.

  Camarin gripped her around the waist and lifted Jennifer onto the desk. Once she had her sights set on someone, Camarin was not easily deterred. "Gotcha!" she growled. Grasping Jennifer's face between her hands, she gazed hungrily at those full warm lips, parted as if waiting for her mouth. She closed her eyes and kissed Jennifer's lower lip, nibbling it ever so slightly.

  Jennifer gasped. The air was charged with excitement. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to experience the full pleasure of Camarin's caress. She felt her mouth traveling over her face, kissing her cheeks, then her eyes. She felt Camarin's nose nuzzling her earlobe, biting it ever so gently, teasingly. "Um," she sighed. Her body went limp, yielding totally to Camarin's lips and fingers. Long, slender fingers, they trailed through her hair, exploring the softness and fine texture.

  She could hear Camarin breathing in the fragrance of it as she lifted and released each tress.

  Camarin moved closer, nudging her knee against Jennifer's legs.

  They were pressed tightly together, sentinels guarding the gate to Jennifer's undiscovered treasures. Camarin crooned in her ear. "So lovely," she murmured, kissing the lobes. She moved her tongue over the soft contours, licking and nuzzling her most erotic places. She felt Jennifer shifting, parting her legs so Camarin could fit against her.

  Jennifer felt Camarin edging forward. She felt her hands on her knees, her fingers catching the hem of her skirt and pushing it upward.

  Slowly, sensuously her fingers trailed over Jennifer's legs. Using Camarin for support, Jennifer raised her butt off the desk, allowing Camarin to push the annoying garment up about her waist. "Oh-oh," she moaned, almost imperceptibly. Hot skilled fingers were teasing her body, tracing up and down her legs, creating a path so charged with energy that it sent currents running through her. She moaned and sighed and cooed. "Yes," she whispered. "Um, take me, Camarin.

  Please take me," she begged as Camarin continued teasing her.

  Camarin's hands felt what her eyes could not see. Jennifer wore lace panties, the material so delicate it yielded very readily to Camarin's fingers. She closed her fists around the waistband and ripped it apart. Rendered limp and useless now, the sides of the panties rested against Jennifer's body. The white lace seemed to tremble beneath Camarin's hands. Her eyes still focused on Jennifer's face, she pressed her lips ever so lightly against hers, teasing her with offers of a first kiss.

  Jennifer grasped the collar of Camarin's leather jacket, pulling her forward. Yes, she wanted those hot swollen lips pressing against hers! Tilting her head to the side, she took a breath and leaned forward, searching for Camarin's mouth. Her captor's lips were pressed tightly together, daring her to venture inside. The taste of forbidden fruit now sweet on her tongue, Jennifer did not question her body's desires. Sleek and graceful as a panther, she moved her tongue over Camarin's lips. Using the sensitive tip to guide her movements, she traced the contours and explored the regions between. Around and around she circled her tongue over Camarin's lips. And after each circle was completed, she paused in the center where the lips were pressed together. Relentlessly, she teased the opening, begging it to yield to her hungry mouth.

  Camarin was losing her edge and she knew it. Her blood was so hot – so charged – and her clit felt ready to explode. She opened her mouth ever so slightly, allowing Jennifer's tongue to touch hers.

  Playfully they explored one another's organ, the use of which they knew could bring them hours and hours of erotic pleasure.

  Jennifer felt the other woman's heat as readily as she felt her own.

  She sucked her ton
gue, steadily increasing the pressure. When Camarin offered no resistance, she maneuvered her tongue just inside of Camarin's mouth. Pausing at the opening, she waited for those hot swollen lips to close around her. Begging entrance, her tongue stiffened and probed.

  Panting with excitement, Camarin's mouth dropped open and she gasped for air. Quickly Jennifer laid claim to her unguarded treasure.

  Relentlessly, she plunged her tongue deeply inside of Camarin's mouth. Moving with a passion and fury that was fueled by her newly awakened senses, she thrust her stiffened organ in and out of Camarin's mouth.

  Camarin closed her hands around Jennifer's firm ass cheeks, lifting her ever so slightly so she could finish removing her panties. When her hands touched the warm skin, she kneaded the muscles, giving a hint of better things to come. As thoroughly as Jennifer had fucked her mouth, Camarin set about fucking Jennifer's ass. Using her strong hands to keep the other woman lifted, she slipped her hand between her cheeks. Her fingers felt the silky hair that trailed along the sides.

  Slowly, she followed the path that led to the opening. It was closed so tightly that Camarin suspected she would be the first to enter.

  Jennifer gasped. Camarin was right. She'd never let anyone touch her this way, although many had tried. Unlike other lovers, Camarin's hands moved skillfully, responding to Jennifer's needs as well as her fears. She pressed the tip of her finger gently at the opening, preparing her for entry. Jennifer felt the throbbing as her muscles closed then released. Slowly, Camarin pressed inside of her. "Ah,"

  she gasped. Her legs were trembling and she was thankful they bore none of her weight.

  Camarin felt her excitement with her hands and she tasted it with her tongue. Their breath mingled as they kissed. Camarin's lips were so hot and feverish she could not control her desire. She wanted more and she demanded more, pressing her mouth hard against Jennifer's soft pink lips. She smiled as Jennifer's kisses grew hot and her breathing became labored.

 

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