Lavender Excursions

by Danielle Engle

  Jennifer cooed and purred, her toes curling and her legs closing around Camarin's hips. Their tongues met and battled, charging forth as they plunged into one another's mouth. Hot and wet, they danced and fenced. Feeding off one another's need, they teased each other with promises of more, much more.

  Camarin lost all sense of time as she brought Jennifer into her fold.

  This was a conquest she felt certain she'd remember. Her fingers were now thrusting in and out of Jennifer's asshole, fucking her hard and fast, stretching her as she prepared her for the onslaught that would follow. She could feel the heat surrounding Jennifer's clitoris, the steady throbbing around her swollen bud. Their excitement pulsated, from one woman to the other as their treasures sent forth the signals of desire.

  The heat between Jennifer's legs was becoming unbearable.

  Camarin's knee still pressed to her cunt, she pushed her clit against it and began the rhythmic movement she knew would ultimately lead to climax. Her mind was filled with wild and colorful images as she fantasized her pussy pressed to Camarin's face. She was dripping wet, her body begging to be entered and released from this tortured ecstasy. "Please," she whispered to Camarin. "Take me." At this point, she didn't care how – hands, fingers, dildo, or tongue.

  "Anything, Camarin," she pleaded. "Just make love to me."

  A slow cadence was building inside Camarin's head. She teased Jennifer mercilessly, wanting her to beg for it, really beg for it. Part of the thrill for Camarin was making a woman beg and clutch, so desperate for that final moment she would make promises and offerings of extravagant proportions. Power and seduction were very dangerous bedfellows.

  Jennifer felt Camarin's hands moving down her arms. Their fingers wound together for a moment like two lovers symbolizing their union.

  She gasped when Camarin pressed against her palm, bending her hand backward. Knowing they were both very excited, Jennifer thought nothing of it. She grasped the hand that held her and placed it on her thigh. Opening her legs, she invited Camarin inside of her. But the hand that held hers would not let go. "Oh," she whimpered. "Oh, please. Please, Camarin. Make me come."

  The response wasn't quite what Jennifer expected. Camarin twisted her arm and jerked it behind her back. Her breath hot and wet, she moved her mouth to Jennifer's ear. "If you want it, it has to be my way," she whispered. Before Jennifer could respond, Camarin kicked the chair away from the desk. What followed was a series of well-practiced and well-orchestrated movements. Camarin spun Jennifer around, then sat down on the edge of the desk.

  "Ouch," Jennifer winced. "Camarin, you're hurting me." Her voice sounded distant, as though she was a spectator watching this strange event unfold. Next thing she knew, she was face down on Camarin's lap. A strange excitement permeated the air as Camarin's hand pushed her dress up about her waist. Her ass was totally exposed and she felt Camarin's breath kissing her bare skin.

  The room was spinning as Jennifer tried to regain her breath. What was happening? She thought of things she'd read – books and magazines she'd paged through in adult bookstores. Her perspective was suddenly shifting as she realized she was not a spectator. It was she, Jennifer Levine, who lay face down on another woman's lap. She looked over her shoulder, trying to see what Camarin was doing.

  Camarin savored the fear she saw in Jennifer's eyes. Her body prone and unprotected, she had no way of defending herself. Running her fingers lovingly over the soft skin, tracing the curve of her cheeks, she ran her tongue over her lower lip, savoring the feast before her.

  As she lay there, Jennifer felt her emotions waging an internal battle with her psyche. She could not deny the aching in her breasts or the intense throbbing between her legs. Camarin's fingers sent shivers of excitement down her spine. She struggled for air, her body consuming enormous amounts, trying to keep pace with her heart and her adrenaline. Both were racing inexorably out of her control.

  Camarin opened the side drawer in her desk. She felt the soft, smooth leather of the paddle. Smiling, she closed her hand around it and withdrew it from the drawer. She ran the cool surface over Jennifer's buttocks, knowing she wondered what this strange feeling object might be. Oh, how she loved women! Camarin wet her lips in anticipation of what the next few hours might bring.

  Soon the offices would be dark and she would be alone with her lovely prey. Gently, she circled the paddle over Jennifer's bare buttocks. She smiled as the pale cheeks tightened and pressed together. "Oh, yes," she murmured. "Tighten that ass, baby. I love a woman with a tight ass." She growled and slapped Jennifer's cheeks, knowing she was probably frightened by now.

  Frightened indeed. Jennifer felt a stab of fear as she listened to Camarin whispering softly to her. Her voice sounded gentle but her words seemed harsh. "Wh … What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear.

  Camarin held Jennifer about the waist, leaned over and whispered,

  "I'm doing what you want, Jennifer. Have you changed your mind?

  Hmm?" she asked in her most enticing voice.

  Clutching at the desktop, Jennifer found her body moving of its own accord. She lifted her butt, driven by some primitive instinct she never knew she possessed. She dipped her groin down and ran it over Camarin's lap, her clit trembling as it touched her thighs. "Please, take me," she begged, rubbing the hard bud back and forth against Camarin's body.

  Camarin hooked her foot on the chair and pulled it toward her. She positioned her feet on the leather seat, leaving Jennifer's legs dangling to the floor. "Perfect," she whispered as she ran her hands lovingly over Jennifer's bare ass. "Such soft skin, so white and creamy. Um, you are a delicate morsel, aren't you?" She leaned closer. "Have you ever been fucked by a woman, Jennifer? Have you?"

  Jennifer shook her head from side to side. "No. No," she repeated.

  "Teach me! Show me! Make love to me, Camarin!" Her ass still poised in the air, she wiggled her hips, begging Camarin to thrust her hand inside of her. Oh, how she wanted to be fucked by this woman who seemed to know so much. She gritted her teeth, her hands opening and closing on the edge of the desk. "Please!" she begged.

  Camarin's hand closed around the leather paddle that had only moments ago caressed Jennifer's bare skin. She brought it to her face, sighing as she breathed in the smell of richly oiled leather. She kissed it lovingly, her mouth salivating as she thought of the moments ahead.

  Slowly, she drew it back over her shoulder.

  Jennifer tightened her ass when Camarin shifted beneath her. She felt a whisk of air across her bare skin. She waited anxiously, listening to Camarin's heavy breathing. A sudden movement! Legs steeling beneath her and a hand gripping her tightly about the waist, holding her. She caught a flicker of movement from the corner of her eye. Unable to discern what was happening, she screamed in pain when the unexpected blow landed hard against her ass. Her mind was a jumble of warring emotions, adding to the turmoil of the event that was unfolding. It was out of her control. Everything was out of her control.

  Some things could never be explained with words and there were some things Camarin Knight never cared to explain. She smiled in satisfaction as a red welt rose on Jennifer's cheeks. She ran her finger over the mark, then gripped Jennifer's waist once more. Her arm drew back, like an archer taking aim. Slap! She struck again and again, delivering a series of frenzied blows to the woman spread facedown on her lap. The sounds of leather stinging flesh. Whack! Whack!

  The woman whose power she held in her hands was now screaming.

  The office was empty, so no one could hear her. Camarin loved spanking a woman, forming those perfect crisscross marks on her ass, listening to her moan, then scream, torn between the excitement and pain as she experienced the power of each simultaneously.

  Jennifer grimaced, trying to steel herself against the pain as blow after blow landed on her bare buttocks. The torture was growing unbearable. Coupled with her desire, it was a deadly combination.

  She wanted more and she begged for it. "Um
, um," she murmured.

  Panting with excitement, she braced her body and bit her lower lip.

  As the leather scattered welts across her aching bottom, Jennifer rode to heights of pain and ecstasy she'd never known. "Don't stop," she begged. "Don't stop."

  Ready to move on now, Camarin paused and looked at her handiwork. A perfect pattern was now clearly visible on Jennifer's tender cheeks. She bent over and licked each one, her hands keeping Jennifer pressed facedown over her lap. Quietly she reached over and removed a bottle from the open drawer beside her. She pushed the tip up with her teeth and breathed the sweet spicy fragrance. She could taste the hot cinnamon on her lips. Slowly she spread Jennifer's aching buttocks apart. Her tightly closed opening now visible, Camarin squirted some of the hot ointment on it.

  Jennifer wreathed as the hot liquid burned into her body. She raised her eyes and looked out the window. A skyline was forming in the early darkness and its beauty astounded her more than ever.

  Heady with newfound excitement, she purred as Camarin bent her head and blew softly against her opening. The ointment became increasingly hotter, creating a strange sensation that was at once pleasurable and painful.

  Camarin sighed as she blew contentedly on Jennifer's anus.

  Wanting to savor each moment of her quest, she fought to restrain an impulse to thrust her fingers deeply inside of the woman who lay helplessly across her lap. She smiled and flicked the tip of her tongue over the tiny puckered star.

  The skylight grew fainter as darkness laid claim to the overhead sky. Lights flickered on and off throughout the city as people left work and started for other destinations. Outside, guitars were strumming and horns were blowing as street musicians joined in the holiday celebration. Jennifer wondered at the dichotomy, the world outside seeming very distant and at odds with what she was experiencing at the hands of Camarin Knight. Her soft tender lips were kissing Jennifer's ass cheeks, then slipping into the crack between. "Ah," Jennifer sighed as she felt Camarin's tongue licking the hot cinnamon over her opening.

  Camarin growled in a sudden fury. She bit Jennifer's left cheek and stretched her buttocks apart. She smiled and blew across the opening once more. Jennifer's sighs and gasps told her everything she needed to know. She pressed her tongue against the opening. It was so tight and hot and delicious. Her nose pressed against the folds as she pushed her tongue inside the virgin ass. She thrust deeper and faster, then paused to coat her tongue with the hot cinnamon ointment.

  Pushing it inside Jennifer's ass, she made her cry and cringe as the heat burned into her.

  Jennifer sighed and cooed and screamed, her body riding alternate waves of pain and pleasure. She cried pitifully when Camarin stopped and let her cheeks fall together. She tried to look over her shoulder, wanting to ask why Camarin had stopped. Her words were silenced as the leather paddle struck her pale cheeks. She screamed in pain when another, then another blow landed.

  Smiling with satisfaction, Camarin gently eased Jennifer off her lap. Knowing her legs would not support her, she placed her arm around Jennifer's waist. Carefully she slid off the desk and turned to face the shivering woman beside her. She bent forward, looking deeply into Jennifer's eyes. Each movement calculated to perfection, she pressed her lips against those dark blue eyes. Gently, her lips caressed Jennifer's forehead, her cheeks, and then her neck. She paused and stared once more into her eyes. "It's okay," she whispered as she bent forward and captured those trembling lips with her own.

  Jennifer wondered at the passion and gentleness of this kiss. Her mouth parted and she felt Camarin's tongue seeking hers. "Um," she sighed as they kissed. Soft and gentle were the kisses they exchanged.

  Their hands began to explore and their imaginations started to wonder. Both women very hungry now, their kisses deepened.

  Passionately, their lips bruised together, teeth gnashing as they fought for possession of one another's mouth. Jennifer felt Camarin's hands caressing her back, then gently cupping her ass cheeks. "Um," she murmured, every touch and sigh and whimper signaling her excitement as she rushed forward. She grasped Camarin's face and pulled her closer. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on Camarin's shirt, anxious to touch the bare flesh beneath.

  Camarin squeezed her buttocks, gasping as Jennifer's hand grazed her nipples. Frustrated with her awkward fumbling, she drew back and wrenched her shirt apart, the buttons scattering across the floor.

  She thrust her chest forward, her breasts pushing against the silky red material. Her cleavage clearly visible, she watched Jennifer's face, her changing expressions as she looked down upon Camarin's ample breasts. Gently, she took Jennifer's hand and slipped it inside.

  "Touch me," she whispered.

  Tentative at first, Jennifer moved her fingers underneath the firm swell of Camarin's breast. Up the side and over the tip, she paused and cupped it in her hand. She slid her forefinger underneath the material that covered the nipple. Pointed and erect, it stiffened when her finger touched it. She flicked it back and forth, teasing the hard nub that her mouth longed to suckle. She felt Camarin's hands in turn searching for hers.

  The two women stood face to face, exploring one another's most intimate regions. Jennifer moved with an assurance born of her hunger, her hands unfastening Camarin's brassiere. She bent her head and captured the firm nipple in her mouth. Sucking it ever so tenderly, she closed her hand around the breast. She caressed it lovingly, then passionately. Her hands and mouth moving together, she tended Camarin's aching breasts. Drawing each one deeply inside her mouth, she suckled. She was lost in the rapture and wonder of it all. And when the aching in her own breasts became unbearable, she squeezed Camarin's hand, begging for release.

  Camarin ran her hands over the Jennifer's chest, cupping her breasts. She gasped when Jennifer bit her nipple, signaling her impatience. Slowly Camarin pulled herself away from Jennifer's eager mouth and tongue. She looked once more into her eyes, eyes that now sparkled and burned with fury and passion. Smiling, she bent her head to Jennifer's breasts. The moment seemed so perfect.

  She savored it as long as she could. And then, when her hunger became unbearable, she gripped Jennifer's bare ass. Her hands massaged the cheeks while her mouth did service to the perfectly sculpted breasts.

  Jennifer sighed and purred as Camarin pressed her tongue inside the opening of her dress. She felt her teeth and tongue working past the soft material that encased her bare breasts. Impatient, she reached for her zipper. Camarin growled and pulled her hands away. She stood trembling as Camarin closed her hands around her neck, her fingers working the zipper, edging it down very slowly. Her hands grasped Camarin's waist, begging her to hurry.

  Tears appeared in Jennifer's eyes before Camarin would give in to her begging. She pulled the dress off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She unclasped the brassiere and let it fall as well. Pale brown nipples awaited her eager mouth. No more teasing or waiting, she sucked first one then the other. Deep and hard, her mouth pulled the aching flesh. Holding it inside her mouth while she suckled, she then released it and moved to the other. Back and forth, over and over she pleasured the other woman's breasts.

  Jennifer felt the floor falling from beneath her. She felt Camarin's arm gathering her about the waist, holding her while she swept her arm across the desktop, clearing it of all objects. She was lifted onto it and eased down ever so gently. Camarin was moving away from her. She cried out in anguish, her hands reaching for Camarin's head as she pulled away from her. Her fingers felt the long dark strands slipping away. She closed her eyes, then cried out as the tongue she'd tasted and the mouth she'd savored explored the barren region between her legs.

  Camarin relished the adventure, her mouth feasting on the virgin flesh. Although Jennifer's body had been serviced, it had never been pleasured. She, Camarin Knight, would be the first. Growling deep in her throat, she pressed her face against the hot opening and began fucking it most thoroughly. The office grew dark and she heard the security
guard making his first round. She flicked her tongue over the hot swollen nub that awaited her eager mouth.

  Two women left the building late that night. The first winced as she eased through the door and down the steps. She started for the bus stop, smiling despite the pain that accompanied her down the street. Now she knew what it felt like to be made love to by another women. She turned her face to the dark sky, a dreamy far-away look in her eyes. She heard someone else leaving the building and she smiled with knowing.

  It was Camarin Knight who emerged and she had a smile of utter satisfaction on her face. She ran her tongue over her lips, the taste and smell of Jennifer Levine lingering on her mouth. Licking her lips despite the bitter wind, she tasted the other woman's cum. "Um," she sighed. Looking about her, she saw bright lights, busy shoppers and a lone woman limping down the street.

  Chapter Three

  Larry's Place was not as the name implied. The majority of first time customers came expecting to see a sports bar with television screens in every corner. Instead, what they found was a woman's bar

  – an after-hours gathering place for women who needed, or preferred, other women. Larry's Place belonged to Trudi Jordan. She took over the business from her father when he retired and moved to St. Petersburg. His name added an air of mystery to the bar's ambience, so she left it as Larry's Place.

  When Taryn entered Larry's Place with Lisa in tow, she greeted Trudi with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. "Trudi, how are you?" she asked after receiving a warm hug from her friend.

  "Doing okay," Trudi replied. "How about you?" Raking her eyes over Lisa's slender frame, she gave Taryn a questioning look.

  Knowing full well what Trudi was thinking, Taryn took Lisa's hand and pulled her close beside her. She placed her arm around Lisa's shoulders in a big sister sort of way. "Trudi Jordan, I'd like you to meet Lisa Manchester. She's a producer at Lavender Excursions.

  Lisa, this is Trudi. She owns the bar. Rumor has it she also owns the adult book store down the street, but we'll talk about that later." She laughed and winked conspiratorially at Lisa.