Just as expected, Taylor watched Camarin masturbating beside the woodpile. She fondled and squeezed her nipples while she rode the barstool. When Camarin started using the vibrator, Taylor used a thick candlestick she found lying on top of the counter. All within easy reach, she couldn't help but wonder if Camarin had planned it this way. She placed the candle upright on top of the stool, then rode it like a stallion. Bucking and rocking, she gasped for air as she spun a million different fantasies around the beautiful woman outside her window.
Unknown to Taylor and Camarin, someone else was listening to their every sound and watching their every move as their bodies spoke to one another through the distance that separated them. Taryn was perched on the limb of a pine tree a few yards away from the cabin.
She was seething with anger, thinking how foolish she was to trust Camarin with her young protege. Yet, deep within her own sub-conscience, she knew things were going just as she'd planned. She could hear Camarin panting and moaning as she fucked herself. She glanced through the kitchen window, watching as Taylor mimicked Camarin's every move. "Horny little bitch, aren't you Taylor," she whispered.
Perhaps it was the sudden realization that they were clearly visible to anyone who happened by, or maybe it was that sense of being watched, either way, Taylor and Camarin were becoming more and more excited. Their bodies fought to prolong the time it took them to orgasm. Despite the cold mountain air, they were becoming unbearably hot. Taylor had fucked her pussy raw with the thick candlestick. Now she was banging her clit against the edge of the barstool, hard bruising thrusts. Then she slowed down, circling the swollen nub gently over the hard surface, cooing and purring with pleasure as her toes curled and oxygen flooded her brain at a pace so rapid she became dizzy. Swaying on the barstool, she clutched the counter for support.
Taryn watched the scene from afar. She was uncertain what had prompted her to check on them, but she was glad she did. She was going to teach them a lesson they'd never forget, at least for a while.
She edged very quietly down the tree trunk, careful to not alert them to her presence. Once on solid ground, she glanced at them again through binoculars. It wouldn't be too much longer now. She hurried through the wooded area, circling to the front of the cabin.
Stalking like a cat, Taryn crept across the yard to the front door.
She held her breath for fear that Taylor might hear her. Very cautiously, she turned the doorknob and slipped inside the warm cabin. She could hear Taylor in the kitchen. Her breathing was so jagged that Taryn didn't know if she'd have time to accomplish her deed. She looked down the hallway to her right. Having stayed in one of the cabins before, it was just as she'd expected. She tiptoed down the hallway to the bedroom.
Moving quickly, Taryn completed her task and hurried out as quietly as she'd entered. She circled through the woods and back to her hideout. The wooden box was just as she'd left it. Taryn stepped on it then hoisted herself up. With only seconds to spare, she perched on the tree branch and focused the binoculars on Camarin and Taylor.
Both women appeared ready to explode at any moment.
Unfortunately for Taylor and Camarin, another explosion occurred just before that exquisite moment arrived. The explosion they heard rocked the air like a sonic boom. Both women stopped in mid-grope, startled and frightened by the sound. At first, it was hard to tell where the bomb had exploded. Taylor was the first to realize it was from somewhere in the cabin. Coughing and sputtering, she hurried out the back door.
Camarin smelled the smoke, too. She saw Taylor running toward her, screaming her name. "Camarin!" she yelled as she raced out the back door. In another time and place, she would have appeared very comical. She was bare from the waist up and her pants were tangled around her knees. Her chest flushed with pre-orgasmic arousal, it was more than obvious what Taylor had been doing when the bomb exploded.
Tears stinging their eyes, Taylor and Camarin had difficulty seeing as they groped their way through the smoke. Each one wanting to check on the other, they collided in the middle of the yard. Camarin's fly was hanging open and her shirt was unbuttoned. She sat up and offered Taylor her hand. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Still gasping for air, Taylor nodded her head. She was coughing so hard she could barely catch her breath.
Thinking Taylor had done something stupid, such as leaving the stove on and the oven door open, Camarin scowled at her. "You and your cookie baking could have gotten us killed!" she yelled. Before Taylor had a chance to defend herself, Camarin covered her mouth and nose with the tail of her shirt and rushed back inside the cabin.
The smoke was so thick she could barely make out the cabinet where the fire extinguisher was kept. Although she managed to find it, she could not find the fire. "Oh, great," she muttered. This was going to be a little more complicated than she'd thought.
Taylor burst through the back door just as Camarin was starting down the hall. "Camarin!" she yelled. Her throat still choked from the smoke, Taylor's voice was barely audible. She started after Camarin, following her into the master bedroom. They spotted the remains of the smoke bomb at the same time.
"Damn it!" Camarin exclaimed, coughing from the sudden inhalation of the smoke-filled air. "Why would someone do something like this?" she asked, looking about the room as though expecting to find someone sitting there, watching them.
"Who knows we're here?" Taylor asked, a puzzled expression on her face as she, too, tried to figure out who might have done this.
"I don't know," Camarin muttered. "Maybe someone followed us up here. Most people who know me know my car, so it wouldn't be hard to find us. I just can't understand why." She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. "I suppose it could always be a client, someone who got pissed at one of us but didn't have the nerve to confront us directly.
"Wow," Taylor said. "They'd have to be awfully mad to go to all this trouble." She looked around the room, frowning when she saw the closet door standing open. "Oh, great!" she growled. "Now we're going to smell like a smoke factory."
Camarin started opening the windows, trying clear the smoke. "We better get this mess cleaned up before the smoke settles in too much.
If Taryn gets billed for damages, she'll have a fit."
"Okay," Taylor said. She started sweeping pieces of broken glass from objects that had been jarred to the floor. The glass swept into a tidy heap in the center of the room, she followed Camarin down the hallway. She watched as Camarin scurried about the cabin, opening doors and windows to air out the cabin. It seemed an awful lot of smoke for such a tiny mechanism. Taylor started to pick up pieces of metal scattered in the hallway.
"No!" Camarin screamed. She dived for Taylor's hand just as she started to grasp a piece of the metal. "It may be hot," she explained.
"Oh," Taylor replied, too embarrassed to think of anything else to say. She watched as Camarin used a pen to roll the metal onto her shirttail. She gathered it up and carried it very gingerly to the kitchen sink. She dropped it into the sink and turned on the cold-water tap.
Steam started rising.
"Yes, I'd say that's hot," Camarin said. She turned the faucet off and looked around the room for a container to gather the pieces from the hallway and the bedroom. An empty cereal box was sitting by the refrigerator. She grabbed it and instructed Taylor, "Bring a hot pad to pick up the pieces."
Obediently, Taylor took a hot pad from over the stove and followed Camarin down the hallway. The two women spent the next twenty minutes coughing and wheezing while they searched the cabin for glass and metal. If they'd been in the living room, they might have recognized Taryn's car driving past. As it was, they got into an argument about whether to call the local law enforcement. Camarin was trying to pry the cordless phone from Taylor's hand.