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?