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.