Lavender Excursions Page 3

  Uncertain how she should act, Lisa decided to follow an age-old tradition and extended her hand to Trudi. "Nice to meet you," she stammered.

  Lisa's wide-eyed confusion gave Trudi a chuckle. She took Lisa's hand and pulled her close, giving her a great big hug. "Don't listen to everything this woman tells you," she whispered in Lisa's ear.

  When Trudi released her, Lisa noticed she was of average height and had a stocky frame, sort of athletic in appearance. Her eyes were midnight blue, the color so intense it was startling. She had short black hair that was feathered about her face, the combination giving her a rakish, cool-eyed appearance. Lisa wondered what, if any, involvement she might have with Taryn. She felt a twinge of jealousy toward this self-assured dyke who was giving her the once over.

  Trudi had a predilection for women and it was true, she found Taryn attractive. She'd tried to seduce her several times but Taryn was not interested. It didn't bother Trudi too much because she liked all sorts of women. Short, tall, buxom, petite, she found the variations very satisfying to her sexual needs. If the truth were known, she bartended most evenings just so she could squeeze and fondle "the merchandise" as she so glibly referred to her female customers.

  When Taryn saw Trudi's hand slip past Lisa's waist, she shook her head. "No," she mouthed to her wayward friend. When Trudi's hand didn't budge, she scowled and glared until Trudi finally moved her hand away from Lisa's intimate regions.

  Trudi frowned but her recalcitrance was only momentary. She pinched Lisa's ass and slipped behind the bar. Giving them a friendly smile, she asked, "What can I get you ladies?" She placed two napkins in front of her and waited for their order.

  "I think we'll try that new drink you concocted. What did you name it?" Taryn asked. She slid onto a barstool, motioning for Lisa to sit down beside her.

  "Sugar, Spice and Not So Nice," Trudi replied, chuckling. She placed two glasses on the counter, her eyes never leaving Lisa's face.

  "Are you sure you want to try this?" Trudi asked her.

  Taryn felt the muscles around her neck and shoulders tighten. She felt that Trudi was infringing on her domain. "She's a big girl, Trudi.

  If she doesn't want something, she'll say so. Won't you, Lisa?"

  Lisa looked up, her eyes nearly black in the dim light of the bar.

  She felt like a pawn, caught in a power play between these two very persuasive women. There was no question whom she wanted to please. "I'll try one," she said, smiling at Taryn.

  A triumphant smile on her face, Taryn winked at Lisa. "We have some business to discuss." She watched as Trudi placed their drinks on the counter and gave Taryn a questioning look, but Taryn ignored it. "Better start a tab," she told her. "We might be here for a while."

  She handed Lisa her drink, then started toward a table near the back.

  Lisa felt her heart racing again. She knew there was some unspoken dialogue going on between Trudi and Taryn. What she didn't know was whether it had anything to do with her. She suspected it did and the thought caused her legs to tremble. She followed Taryn to their table and waited until she was seated. Once Taryn was settled, Lisa smiled and took a chair opposite her.

  Taryn seemed very nonchalant, taking a long drink and leaning back in her chair. Her gaze never wavered and it caused Lisa to feel very naked and exposed. Try though she might, she could not bear such close and intimate scrutiny by the woman she loved and adored.

  Having never been alone with Lisa outside of work, Taryn enjoyed watching her. Although she did not return Taryn's gaze, Lisa's eyes were very revealing. Clearly the roadmap to her heart, those dark brown eyes revealed a hunger and longing. Taryn was used to women being in awe of her. Sometimes she played it to her advantage and sometimes she did not. Tonight, the choice was not so easy as she grappled with her sexual needs versus the boundary she tried to maintain with Lisa. A change of focus seemed in order, something to avert her from claiming this young virgin sitting across the table from her. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "What do you have in mind for our new client?"

  Lisa's face lit up immediately. "I think Kimberly Justin fit Pat's description of her perfectly," Lisa began. "There were several places in the video where she appeared uncertain of herself. Yet, she seemed determined to act independently of anyone else. For example, she seemed very determined and controlling at work."

  Taryn nodded, taking a sip of her drink. "Yes," she said, motioning Lisa to continue.

  Lisa finished her own drink and placed the empty glass on the side of the table. She motioned the waiter for another, then continued her analysis. "When she does let someone else take control – at home, for instance – she seems to get angry with that person. I notice that particularly around her boyfriend. Don't you think?"

  "Absolutely," Taryn replied. "I agree with Pat that underneath all this, Kimberly is trying to suppress her attraction toward women.

  Were you there when Pat told the story about the two of them getting drunk one night in their college dormitory?"

  "No, I wasn't," Lisa replied.

  "Well, they were laughing and horsing around; then they got into a pillow fight. One thing led to another and next thing she knew, they were doing some serious kissing and petting. The next morning, Pat wanted to pick up where they left off. Kimberly, of course, refused Pat's advances and pretended she couldn't remember what happened the night before."

  Taryn paused while the waiter placed a fresh drink on the table for each of them. She gazed back at the bar. Trudi winked and gave her a thumbs-up, motioning toward her office which was equipped with a full size couch and a wet bar. Taryn chuckled at her friend's generous offer, amused by Trudi's single-mindedness. She quietly declined the offer.

  The waiter left and they resumed talking. Lisa made notes as she listened to Taryn, intermittently offering additional observations and suggestions. Time passed very quickly, the waiter stopping by their table periodically to refresh their drinks. They were so engrossed in the script that they lost track of the time as well as how much they drank. By the time they finished, both women felt giddy and playful.

  Deciding to call it a night, Taryn told Lisa, "This is good. We'll go over it in the meeting tomorrow morning. You can do the final edit in the afternoon, run it by me once more, then we'll be ready to start!"

  A smile of satisfaction radiated from Lisa's face. Taryn's enthusiasm was so exciting to her that she did not want the evening to end. The lights had dimmed and the disc jockey was playing some really cool music. She surprised herself when she asked Taryn, "Do you want to dance?"

  All thoughts of rules and boundaries were cast aside as Taryn allowed herself to relax and forget about work for a while. A dance seemed harmless enough. She stood and offered Lisa her hand. "As long as I lead," she said, winking playfully. When Lisa took her hand, she helped her to her feet and started for the dance floor.

  By the time they found a place and started dancing, the song ended and the deejay selected a slow number. Lisa smiled nervously, waiting for Taryn to make the first move. She hoped she wouldn't change her mind and decline the slow dance.

  Noting Lisa's cautious posture, Taryn smiled at her. "You've become shy and meek again," she whispered, pulling Lisa's slight body into her arms. She started dancing. Their bodies fit together so perfectly, she sensed every move and every breath Lisa made as they moved across the dance floor. Her heart was beating against Taryn's breast. It was a strong, steady rhythm that teased her nipple. Within seconds, she felt the nipple stiffen and press hard against Lisa's chest.

  Lisa also felt the erection. Between the music, the setting and Trudi's strong drink, she felt less shy and constrained with Taryn.

  Moving closer, she moaned softly in her ear. When Taryn gasped, she came even closer. Slowly she moved her body, teasing Taryn's nipples with her own. She smiled when she felt her own breasts swell and throb in response. The ache and fullness was becoming unbearable. Lisa wanted to tear both their shirts open and feel their bare breasts rubbing
together.

  Taryn slid her hand up Lisa's side then placed it over one of those throbbing breasts. She rolled the nipple back and forth through the fabric. She knew Lisa was already excited but she teased her, wanting her to become even more excited. Gauging herself by Lisa's every breath and heartbeat, she knew just when to release the nipple, then squeeze it harder. On and on she teased, bruising the delicate pink nipples with her fingers. It was all she could do to control the throbbing between her legs. Her other hand cupped Lisa's buttock, squeezing it as she pressed her closer. She wanted to feel her heat, her excitement. The moment was pregnant with that explosive energy that locks two people together, captured by the raw need and urgency of their bodies. Could Taryn contain this energy? Could she stop before it was too late? As Lisa pressed her hot body against her, she thought not.

  Lisa rolled her head on Taryn's shoulder, her mouth instinctively seeking the soft curve of her neck. She kissed the warm flesh and felt the steady pulse throbbing against her lips. Her mouth opened and she tasted the forbidden fruit. Like a vampire long hungry and waiting, she sucked Taryn's long slender neck, moving down the side, across the front and then to her earlobe. Fervently she sucked and nibbled. She paused to look and smiled at the tiny bruises she'd made.

  Taryn practiced the art of self-control better than anyone she knew.

  Tonight she felt that control slipping, falling under the spell of Trudi's strong drinks and Lisa's eager mouth. She shifted to the side and pressed her knee between Lisa's legs. She found the younger woman's forwardness challenging. It was time to regain her role as the dominant player.

  Her instinct guiding her every move, Lisa opened herself to the tall, gorgeous woman who was holding her. Literally holding her, for her legs felt weak and she trembled as Taryn rubbed her swollen clitoris with her knee. She groaned, her fingers grasping Taryn's shirt as she rode her clit hard against Taryn's leg. Faster and faster she rode, not caring who saw her. She panted and moaned, reaching for that place where she knew her senses would explode into a thousands bits of light and energy. She was very close to orgasm when Taryn abruptly pulled away. She cried out in frustration, wanting to protest this outrage against her aching clit.

  Taryn took Lisa's hand and started toward the exit. Suddenly she had decided she didn't want an audience. Someone called out to her.

  She thought it was Trudi but Taryn didn't wait to find out. She hurried out the door and into the parking lot. Despite the cold, her body was on fire. Lisa was panting, out of breath and visibly excited.

  Taryn groaned and leaned against her. Placing an arm on either side of her, she pinned her to the car.

  Lisa's heart was racing, not knowing what to expect but sensing it was going to be very special. She'd written enough scripts to know that Taryn favored exhibitionism. Tonight, her world seemed very different. They stood alone in the cold parking lot, their breath clearly visible as the frigid air curled around it. She gasped when Taryn leaned closer and bent down as though preparing to kiss her. Her hands wanted desperately to close around that soft brown hair, as Taryn's eyes fastened on hers and held her gaze.

  Taryn gripped the collar of Lisa's shirt in her hands. One swift move and the buttons flew, baring Lisa's chest. Taryn eyed her lacy undergarment approvingly. "So lovely," she whispered. "Too bad I have to damage such a lovely thing." She fingered the soft lace, tracing the outline around Lisa's breasts.

  Wide-eyed, excited and a little bit frightened, Lisa wondered if she meant her undergarment or her body. She gasped as Taryn's hands closed around her breasts. Gently she massaged the swollen flesh, her eyes never leaving Lisa's face. Lisa wondered why Taryn had not kissed her. Eager to taste those lips that had taunted her in every imaginable dream and fantasy, she leaned forward. For one breathtaking moment, she felt her lips brushing against Taryn's. But as suddenly as they'd touched, Taryn pulled away.

  A cruel smile on her lips, Taryn watched Lisa's nipples harden as the cold air rushed between their bodies. The thin material was taunting her. Thankful it opened in the front, she unclasped it and watched Lisa's firm breasts fall free. She fastened her hands around Lisa's arms and pinned her against the car. Bending her head, she captured a nipple in her mouth. She sucked the tip, noisily and greedily. When Lisa moaned with pleasure, she grasped the hard nub between her teeth and pulled it out. Lisa's moan became a cry, uttered into the night.

  When Taryn released her hot, wet nipple, it shriveled in the cold night air. Lisa moaned and tried to free her arms from Taryn's grasp.

  She longed to feel her mouth feasting on her breasts, making sweet nectar form around the nipples. "Please," she begged, her eyes moving from Taryn's face to her bare breasts. "Suck me!" Oblivious to the cold, she raised her head and gave Taryn a beseeching look.

  Although a part of her wanted to ravage her right then and right there, Taryn was cognizant of the cold and what it could do to bare flesh. She unlocked the car and pressed Lisa in ahead of her.

  Quickly, she started the motor running and turned the heater on full blast. Lisa was leaning against the passenger door, her eyes reflecting her fear as well as her excitement. Growling deep in her throat, Taryn lunged forward and seized one of those taunting, agonizing breasts in her mouth.

  Lisa cried out and she pulled Taryn closer. Her fingers wound through the soft brown curls that trailed down Taryn's neck, just past her shoulders. She bit her lip and thrust her chest forward, begging Taryn. "Harder," she moaned. "Suck me. Oh, God. Oh, yes. Suck me!" she screamed, her breast swelling and aching even more.

  Using only her mouth, Taryn feasted on one of Lisa's bare breasts.

  When Lisa pulled away and offered her the other one to fondle and suckle, Taryn growled and fastened her arms against the car door.

  She was not finished. Smiling, she bent back to that same tortured breast, the nipple so red and swollen it looked ready to burst. She seized it in her mouth and shook it savagely from side to side.

  Pausing with the tip just inside her mouth, she looked into Lisa's eyes and told her in a way words could not that this was only the beginning. Fiercely, she bit the nipple then sucked the breast once more inside her mouth.

  Lisa moaned and cried, the tears rolling down her cheeks. Her breast was sore and aching. "Enough," she finally managed to say.

  Taryn paused and looked up at her. She shook her head, the nipple still fastened between her teeth. No one told Taryn Williams what to do. Taking all of it now, she sucked Lisa's tender breast. Long, deep and hard pulls, Taryn knew she should stop before doing too much damage. Yet, there was so much pleasure in controlling this other woman, she could not bring herself to do so.

  Lisa clenched her fists and she tried to free herself from Taryn's grasp. Angrily, Taryn slammed her hands against the fogged up window. A spot cleared on the glass as Lisa writhed beneath her captor. "Stop, you're hurting me," she cried.

  Taryn wondered at her naivete. Gently, she sucked the nipple while contemplating what to do. She wanted to impress herself upon a woman so thoroughly that the woman would relive the experience in her every waking moment and beg her to repeat it. Taryn released Lisa's arms just long enough to press her legs apart and slide her down a little further in the seat. Quickly she closed back in.

  Lisa felt Taryn's stomach pressing against her mound and she longed to rub her swollen clit against it. When she tried, Taryn bit her and fixed her with a piercing gaze that dared her to try it again. It was the most agonizing, pleasurable and painful sexual experience she'd ever known. Her cunt was so hot it throbbed painfully, screaming to be fucked. She circled her legs around Taryn's waist and held her as close as she dared.

  Taryn thought how odd this must look to anyone passing by. The exhibitionist lurking inside of her wanted to wipe the windows clean of the condensation. She imagined for a moment another woman stopping by and offering to help her. They could each take a breast and feast upon it while Lisa screamed and agonized beneath them.

  Instinctively, she moved h
er body through the motions of fucking Lisa's virgin pussy. In this case, it was her stomach that touched the treasure still waiting to be stolen.

  Lisa hugged Taryn's slender waist, her body held rigid so she could savor the sensation of Taryn lunging against her. She grew dizzy and weak from excitement, her body begging to be released from this torturous state. "Um, um," she moaned as Taryn bucked against her.

  Her aching breast still inside Taryn's mouth, she allowed herself to give up the struggle and concentrate on the pleasurable heat that flared from every single nerve in her body. It was amazing how Taryn knew exactly when to slow down and ease the pace, and then resume this tortuous pleasure.

  Taryn's pussy was aflame and her clit felt ready to explode. She was ready long before she wanted to be. But she consoled herself with knowing that Lisa would be at her beck and call. Next time she would show her how it really should be done. She felt for the glove compartment, never taking her eyes off Lisa's eager body. When her hand felt the familiar object, she gave Lisa's breast one last sensuous stretch with her mouth. It made a popping sound when she released it.

  Lisa watched, wide-eyed with wonder as Taryn fixed the dildo about her hips. So this is what it's like , she thought, remembering all the scripts she'd written, wishing she could be more explicit in her detail of what should happen. Inevitably, she had to leave it to the experienced hands of professionals like Camarin Knight. Perhaps now she would know. Letting Taryn's hands guide her, she shifted her body so Taryn could remove her pants and panties.

  Taryn lifted Lisa's bare ass, then dropped her against the leather seat. Although she owned every choice of dildo size and shape imaginable, Taryn thought she'd been extremely easy on Lisa so far.

  She should at least give her a good fuck, something nice and big and hard to stretch her out. She fumbled in the glove compartment, searching for an especially large one. Smiling when her fingers closed around it, she tossed the other one aside and watched Lisa's eyes grow big while she fastened the dildo about her hips. "Did you really think I was going to let you off that easy, Lisa?" she whispered tauntingly.