Lavender Excursions

by Danielle Engle

  When the alarm went off at six o'clock that morning, Taryn was sleeping very soundly. "Figures," she grumbled. "I finally get to sleep and it's time to get up." Wearily, she made her way across the hall to the bathroom.

  Lisa heard Taryn taking a shower. She went into the kitchen and flipped the switch on the coffeemaker. She'd prepared it the night before, using some of the new coffee beans she purchased. She'd ordered coffee for their staff meetings often enough to know Taryn's preferences. Mocha Java rated high on her list. Lisa couldn't help wondering, Did I purchase the coffee based on some premonition that this might happen ? She giggled to herself. "Wishful thinking, Lisa.

  Just wishful thinking," she said aloud.

  "What's wishful thinking?" Taryn asked. She was standing in the doorway with only a bath towel wrapped around her Lisa was startled by Taryn's sudden appearance. She smiled and walked over to where Taryn was standing. Leaning on her tiptoes, she kissed her softly on the mouth. It was all she could do to keep her hands off the bath towel.

  As if sensing her arousal, Taryn tightened the towel around her chest. "Making coffee?" she asked, sniffing the air.

  "Mocha Java," Lisa replied, a proud smile on her face.

  Thinking this was going to be harder than she thought, Taryn took a deep breath. "Lisa, we need to talk. Do you have a few minutes available this morning, perhaps over a cup of that wonderful java you're making?" she asked.

  The look on Taryn's face dampened the compliment she'd just given. Lisa's eyes dark and solemn again, she nodded. "I'd like to get showered and dressed first if you don't mind. Shall we meet back here in, say, twenty minutes?"

  "Fifteen minutes," Taryn said.

  Lisa laughed, thinking how Taryn always wanted the upper hand.

  "It's not really fair since you're already showered," she teased. "But I suppose…"

  Taryn laughed and followed Lisa down the hallway. As she dressed, she tried to think of a way to soften the impact of her announcement to Lisa. In her heart, she knew it wouldn't matter what she said or how she said it. Lisa fantasized Taryn as her lover, perhaps even her mistress. She would feel very hurt and betrayed by Taryn's announcement. Shivering, Taryn reached for the telephone and placed a call.

  Lisa was pouring coffee when Taryn entered the kitchen. "You're late," Lisa teased, pointing to her watch. She added a dollop of whipped cream to each of the steaming cups. Smiling proudly, she carried the coffee mugs to the bar separating the kitchen and dining room. "Would you like something with that – toast or a muffin?"

  "No thanks," Taryn said very politely. "But go ahead and fix something for yourself if you wish."

  "Actually, I never eat breakfast," Lisa replied. She grinned sheepishly. "I run on caffeine most of the day."

  "So that's why you're so thin," Taryn teased. "Just kidding," she said when she saw the downcast look on Lisa's face. "You're a very attractive woman, Lisa. Now come sit down and let's talk."

  Lisa perched on the barstool beside Taryn, her feet dangling, not quite touching the floor. "What's the scoop?" she asked, trying to muster some self-confidence into her voice.

  Reaching for Lisa's hand, Taryn turned her so they were facing one another. It was as if another door had opened, her perspective shifting once again as she gazed into Lisa's dark eyes. Vast pools of passion and sensuality swirled in eyes that had once seemed very solemn and sad. Why didn't she see this before?

  Letting her instincts guide her, Lisa lifted her face and pressed her smooth soft lips against Taryn's mouth. She smiled when she felt Taryn's mouth slowly open. Her tongue sought refuge in Lisa's mouth. Lisa opened hers wider and their lips caressed as the kiss grew deeper and deeper. Gasps and whimpers were exchanged.

  Taryn felt her resolve giving way as she lost herself in Lisa's warmth, her embrace, and her hunger. She grasped her face, pulling her closer, beckoning her to slip inside her open arms. When she did, Taryn pulled her gently to the floor.

  Lisa felt light as a feather, her back cushioned by Taryn's hands.

  She opened her eyes and wondered in awe at Taryn. The way she was kissing her, treating her as gently as a delicate flower, Lisa thought it so different than before. Were the other times just a prelude to this wonderful gentleness? Had she passed some initiation or rite of passage? What was expected of her now? As Taryn covered her face with kisses, the questions kept coming. She longed to cast the questions aside and enjoy this special moment with Taryn.

  Taryn knew Lisa's mind was spinning. She could tell by the light in her eyes and the intense expression on her face. "Don't try to figure it out," she whispered. "Some things just can't be explained." That said, she leaned down and placed her hand on Lisa's breast. Her lips trailed over her skin, dropping butterfly kisses on her neck, her ears, her eyes, her cheeks, her arms, and then her hands. Taryn kissed the palm, tracing the lines with her tongue. Then she took each finger into her mouth. Taking her time, she drew each one into her mouth, sucking and listening to Lisa's murmurs of pleasure.

  When she was finished, Taryn took Lisa's hands, still moist from her loving, and placed them over her head. She stared into Lisa's eyes for what seemed the longest moment. A part of her struggled to pull away as the dark pools surfaced and captured her. She moaned and slid the length of her body over Lisa's slender frame. Keeping Lisa's hands in place over her head, she drew herself up, arching her back as she pressed her stomach, then her mound, then her clit against the warm place between Lisa's legs.

  It felt so wonderful and gentle. She ignored Lisa's protests, her begging for Taryn to take her right then and there. "Ssh," she whispered, pausing with her mouth over Lisa's breast. She pressed her lips against the nipple, her hot breath pressing through the material and making the tip shrivel and harden. "Umm," she murmured. She moved to the other breast, forcing herself to go slow and savor the delightful response of the woman who was moaning and squirming beneath her.

  Lisa's heart was racing, beating so hard she felt the blood rush to her head, then her genitalia. The signals passed between them as she responded to Taryn's mouth and tongue, teasing her, torturing her, making her wait. Oh, but she couldn't wait much longer! Her clit was so swollen and wet that she wanted desperately for Taryn to stay pressed there just a moment, even a second, longer. But Taryn continued the torturous slide up and over, leaving her clit hot and waiting. Perhaps on her way down…

  Taryn knew Lisa was close but she didn't want her to come. Not yet. She raised herself to her knees, her body astride Lisa's chest. She unbuttoned her blouse, watching Lisa's eyes as each button was unfastened, revealing a little more, then a little more. When her blouse hung open, she took Lisa's hand and placed it against her breasts. She loosened her grip, wanting to see what Lisa would do.

  Hesitant at first, Lisa struggled to read Taryn's expressions. It was more than she could bear. She slid her hand underneath the beige lace, her fingers running over Taryn's nipple, flicking it back and forth. Over and over, she teased the nipple just as Taryn had teased her clit. Taryn moaned and the sound was music to Lisa's ears, spurring her on, daring her to go further, to tease her more, her hand never leaving the nipple that was responding so wonderfully to her touch.

  Every nerve in her body was on fire. Taryn thrust her chest out, wanting Lisa to punish her breast. Do something, anything! Tease it, squeeze it, suck it, kiss it. "Please!" she cried out. Her mouth dropped open and she panted for air. Her eyes begging Lisa to do something more, thinking all the while that she had learned it from a master. After all, Taryn was a master, wasn't she? She gripped Lisa's hand and pulled it away.

  Her arms once more locked over her head, Lisa could not stop Taryn. Growling deep in her throat, Taryn bent down and seized part of Lisa's blouse in her mouth. Savagely she ripped it open with her teeth, then spit it out and nudged it apart so Lisa's breasts were clearly visible. She wore no bra, leaving her chest bare for Taryn's eyes to feast on – and she did.

  Lisa moaned, the heat of Taryn's gaze unbearably hot agains
t her naked skin. She felt the explosive energy building between them, making her want the other woman so badly she'd do anything she asked. "Please," she begged, her eyes beseeching and her nipples teasing as she offered her breasts to Taryn. "Please," she whimpered, rolling her head from side to side.

  Taryn smiled and eased herself down on top of Lisa's body. Her cunt was resting against her bare stomach. She could smell herself and she knew Lisa could feel her wetness, hot and steaming through her pants and panties. She leaned down, her nipple pressing against Lisa's mouth as she rubbed her clit back and forth over her bare stomach.

  Lisa nudged her mouth underneath the cup of Taryn's bra. Her mouth closed over the bare nipple and she sucked it deeply inside of her mouth. "Umm, umm," she murmured, feasting on the banquet of her dream. She took as much of Taryn's breast as she could into her mouth and held it for a moment. Her mouth, hot and wet, formed an oven around Taryn's swollen breast.

  "Uh," Taryn groaned, trying to move her breast in and out of Lisa's mouth. She wanted Lisa to quit teasing her and please, oh, please suck her aching breast. But Lisa's mouth moved with her, not allowing any part of her breast to pull free. Taryn's hands were squeezing Lisa's so hard that her fingers became numb. But she refused to let go of her grip.

  Swimming and aching in her own wetness, Lisa finally gave in.

  Her mouth worked strong and steady as she sucked Taryn's breast.

  She paused once when Taryn released her hands and hurriedly removed her bra. She tossed it aside then bent down again. Her breasts were free now, hanging over Lisa's open mouth. Quickly she closed her hands over Lisa's wrists, wanting only her mouth, her hot, wonderful, strong pleasurable mouth to touch her.

  After sucking the breast so hard that she knew it must be sore, Lisa paused and surveyed the damage. Telltale signs of bruising were visible, especially around the nipple. It looked red and swollen, yet still tempting her with its pleasure. Lisa turned to the other, the one not yet claimed, not yet ravaged by her hungry mouth. This time she took the tip of the nipple between her teeth, sliding back and forth over the tiny nub. She paused, the tip still between her teeth, and stretched it as far as she could. Taryn's response told her everything she needed to know. She kept her focus on that tiny nub, biting it and stretching it to the maximum.

  Only when Taryn screamed and jerked free did she know she'd reached the limit. She eased her mouth over the remainder of the nipple and sucked it ever so gently. Her tongue caressed the sides, and then guided it in and out of her mouth – so warm and soft, so delectable! She sighed and continued suckling while Taryn leaned her head back, cooing and purring with pleasure. Her pleasure was so absorbing she did not sense the sudden shift beneath her. In one swift move, Lisa rolled her over. Now it was she who was astride and she who held Taryn's hands hostage over her head.

  Her eyes wide with surprise, Taryn gasped. She felt the cool air on her wet nipple, causing it to shrivel and harden even more. Quickly Lisa moved back to claim it. This time she was not so gentle, her mouth greedily sucking the bare breast. Taryn listened to the loud sounds of her sucking, wet sounds that sent waves of pleasure through her tender aching breasts. "More, more," she cried, arching her chest up to meet Lisa's eager mouth.

  Lisa's mouth made one last long pull, then released Taryn's breast.

  She looked down at her, a triumphant smile on her face. Lisa's blouse hung open, the material brushing over Taryn's chest. Altering her grip so only one hand was holding Taryn's arms, Lisa managed to shrug out of her blouse. She smiled when she saw the questioning look in Taryn's gaze. Her movements sure and swift, she leaned over Taryn and tied the blouse around her wrists, binding her hands together.

  Lisa looked at her as if to ask, "Now what are you going to do?"

  Taryn scowled and jerked her hands, trying to free herself from Lisa's blouse, but the knot was strong and the material was thick. Out of breath and panting with exertion, she lay flat again, letting her arms fall into place over her head.

  Lisa's eyes never leaving Taryn's, she unclasped her bra and let it slid down her shoulders. She waited, letting Taryn drink her in, her mouth watering as she stared at the dark brown nipples that now hung free. Lisa tossed the bra aside and placed a hand on either side of Taryn's head. Her arms locked into position, supporting her upper body. She lowered her nipple to Taryn's mouth.

  Taryn took all of it, holding the swollen flesh inside her hot, wet mouth. She licked her tongue over the nipple, along the sides and underneath. She held it and sucked, nothing hurried in her movements, content to just lie there suckling her lover's breast. Her eyes watching for clues, Taryn smiled when she saw Lisa throw her head back and pant with pleasure. But she didn't flip her over or try to free her hands. Very content, she took her other breast hard inside her mouth. She attacked the nipple with her teeth, her strong jaws, sucking her so hard that Lisa cried and her body bucked.

  Moving in perfect sequence, their breasts ravaged while the other parts of their bodies begged for attention, the two women rose on their knees and faced one another. Taryn had managed to loosen the blouse fastened around her wrists. She followed Lisa's cue and they placed their hands on one another's arms, gazing into each other's eyes, allowing all their passion and hunger to rise to the surface. Naked and raw was their need, a sexual hunger that demanded release. They edged forward until their nipples were touching. Moving ever so slightly from side to side, their nipples brushed back and forth.

  Sounds of total delight, deep and husky, filled the air around them.

  For several moments, more time than either imagined, they played the mating game with their breasts.

  It was Lisa who stopped first. She kept her eyes fastened on Taryn's while her hands finished untying the blouse, long since ripped apart, from each of her wrists. Her hands totally free now, Taryn ran her fingers over Lisa's face, tracing the outline slowly and sensually, as if trying to memorize her every feature.

  Lisa followed her lead, her hands also exploring. And when they had finished, they leaned forward and touched their lips together. Soft and fleeting, it was a prelude to long moments of making love to one another's mouth. Lips kissing softly at first, then pressing harder, closer, so close they could feel one another's teeth and the impact bruised their lips, already red and swollen and tender. They cried and murmured. "Um, ah…" Sounds so pleasurable and so intense that their bodies strained against their remaining clothing.

  Taryn stood and offered Lisa her hand. When she stood, Taryn unleashed the zipper on Lisa's pants. Her eyes feasting on each inch of bare flesh, she slid Lisa's pants down about her knees. Then she looked up, waiting for her to lift each foot so she could pull the garment free. Tossing the pants aside, Taryn reached for the panties.

  Therein awaited the final treasure, the place from which everything beautiful and sensual originated. As she tugged the panties down, Taryn breathed deeply, her nose and mouth drinking in the sweet musk smell. She licked her lips as her eyes feasted on the pink bud of Lisa's clitoris, so hard and swollen that it was visible through the pubic hair nestled around it.

  Lisa pressed her hand over Taryn's mouth when she started toward her. Shaking her head, she whispered, "No, let's do this together."

  She pulled Taryn to her feet and repeated the ritual. First the pants sliding down her slender hips and nestling about her ankles. Taryn lifted each foot in turn as Lisa finished removing them, watching her all the while – dark brown eyes staring deeply into one another's souls. More than passion, more than sex, their hearts bared their feelings, and in so doing, entrusted one another with them.

  Carefully, Lisa slid Taryn's panties down. She gasped as her eyes took in the dark hair, the smooth soft triangle between Taryn's legs.

  Her mouth parted and she darted forward with her tongue. Laughing as she stole a taste of her lover's sweet musk, Lisa savored the taste, wanting to enjoy every last flavor as she licked her lips. She smiled sheepishly when Taryn gave her a teasing scowl. Silently, she shrug
ged her shoulders and finished removing the wet garment from Taryn's legs. She pressed it to her face, drinking in the smell of her lover, teasing herself with hints of what awaited her mouth, her tongue, her hands, and yes, her own special treasure.

  As if reading her mind, Taryn moved to the floor beside her. She took the panties from Lisa's hands and tossed them aside. Gently she pressed her hands against Lisa's shoulders, lowering her until she was lying on her back. She parted her legs and dipped into the hot moisture that lay in between. She clutched her hand over Lisa's clit and slid her leg into place against her wet pussy.

  Lisa watched her every move, her body soft and supple, bending to her lover's hot, aching flesh. She watched as Taryn lifted herself up and looked at her expectantly. Lisa raised her leg so Taryn's cunt rested against her thigh. The wetness made her body shiver. She gasped as the wonderful sensation filled her.

  They moved as one, two parts in perfect harmony. Their bodies straining, one against the other, they rode, gradually moving slower as their clits burned hot into one another's skin. "Ah, ah … " panting and gasping for air. Straining harder, riding faster, fucking each other so long and so perfectly, their bodies screamed for release. Their eyes locked and they held each other. Taryn moved her leg against Lisa's clit, rubbing steady and hard over her lips, against her opening.

  Losing sense of where their bodies were separate, Lisa pressed her leg against Taryn's wet pussy. She feasted her eyes on the golden skin, a sheen of moisture dotting the surface as she panted and strained against Lisa's leg. Oh, God, her own clit was ready to explode!