Violet’s pulse raced. She wasn’t sure whether to flee before anything got started, or to break through that barrier toward something she knew, deep down, she wanted to try.
“How do I do this?” Her voice barely above a whisper.
“With help,” Tara answered softly. “We can do anything you want. Or stop at any time. This is about opening all your senses for enjoyment.”
“You had this planned when you invited us to dinner.” Violet made the statement, knowing there was no question about Tara’s intentions.
“I had hoped,” she shrugged while smiling. “When I saw you and Max in the water and what a sensual couple you were, I knew. And as much as Dan has been entertaining me, I was ready for some variety.” Her grin was wickedly sexy.
“What now?” Violet asked.
“Close your eyes,” Tara said.
“Why?” Violet asked nervously.
“Please, trust me.” Once Violet closed her eyes, Tara continued. “Now, listen to the ocean right outside this room. Smell the salty air. Feel the coolness of the breeze as it stirs through the room. Use your senses, Violet.”
Violet stood motionless, letting the evening wrap itself around her. She felt the breeze caress her skin. The gently crashing waves set a soothing rhythm of calmness. Vanilla and citrus tickled her nose as the aroma from the candles filled the air. She heard, something, but couldn’t make out what it was. Then Tara spoke.
“Open your eyes whenever you want.”
And Violet did. She instantly flushed when she saw Tara standing naked in front of her, having removed her tunic and draped it across a chair. And if she were being honest with herself, she was aroused. Tara was a beautiful woman.
“You like what you see and there’s no shame in that.”
“You’re stunning,” Violet said.
“Thank you. And from what I saw at the beach, you are, too.”
“No, I’m—”
“Violet,” Tara interrupted. “You are. Let me show you.” She approached Violet, reaching for the ties of her dress behind her neck. “May I?”
Violet could only nod her head in affirmation.
Tara loosened them, letting the garment drop away to reveal Violet’s chest. She then reached around her to unzip the rest, allowing the dress to pool on the floor. Violet quickly drew in her breath at the feel of Tara’s hands on her shoulders.
“Step forward and turn around,” Tara took a step back.
When Violet turned, she saw herself positioned in front of Tara in the reflection of the mirror on the wall. And she had to admit to herself she was a striking woman who was proud of her body. Tara was only a few inches taller than Violet, richly tanned and curvy. While Violet was curvy also, her proportions were slightly smaller. Her sun-kissed skin was lighter next to Tara’s. Both women’s eyes were bright with excitement.
Tara walked in front of Violet, her hands never leaving her body. “I could entice you with music or toys.” Her knuckles gently skimmed across Violet’s nipples. “But let’s skip to that dessert I talked about and employ your sense of taste.” She smiled.
Tara took Violet’s hands in hers and led her around the bed where she now noticed a bowl of cut fruit, a bowl of cream, and a bottle of chocolate sauce. “Cliché, I know, but oh so fun and yummy.” Tara laughed.
Violet couldn’t help but laugh as well. “I tried this, years ago with Max, and felt so idiotic,” she confessed. “The second time went a bit better.”
“I’m open for more practice.”
Violet startled at the sound of her husband’s voice. He and Dan stood just inside the bedroom, both of their gazes drifting back and forth between her and Tara. Both wore predatory stares. And if the bulges in their pants were any indication of their readiness, Violet would have to say they looked ready to pounce.
His next words stunned Violet. “We’re here to watch.”
“For now,” Dan added.
****
Violet looked to her husband, questioning. He gave her a slight nod before he sat in one of the lounge chairs near the sliding glass door. Dan followed, sitting in the one where Tara had placed her dress.
Violet looked to Tara, apprehension creeping back to the forefront of her mind. But Tara smiled, mouthed the word, “relax,” and led her to the edge of the bed. She then reached for a strawberry and dipped it into the cream before bringing it to Violet’s mouth. With her eyes never leaving Tara’s, Violet took a bite, savoring the mix of sweet and tart.
Tara then squeezed chocolate sauce onto her own fingers and placed them on Violet’s lips. Violet licked before sucking the fingers into her mouth. When Tara withdrew, she put more sauce on her fingers and smeared them across Violet’s nipples. Violet’s eyes got wider as she followed Tara’s movements to her breasts. Tara began to lick, cleaning every bit of chocolate from her while Violet’s desire kicked up a few notches.
Violet couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped her mouth, her eyes nearly closing. She felt Tara’s hands stroke down her back to the edge of her panties and slip them over her hips. Tara broke away from Violet’s breast to squat in order to remove the panties, putting her eye level with Violet’s pussy.
Violet instinctively stepped to the side out of her panties, while Tara stood, grinning.
“Let’s go to the bed.” Tara took Violet’s hand again, guiding them to the king-sized bed. Both crawled on to the bed, kneeling. Violet now wanted her hands on Tara as they faced one another. Violet skimmed her hands across Tara’s breasts, down her abs. Her skin was so smooth, so warm. She looked into her eyes, and Tara said, “Whatever you want.”
Violet returned to Tara’s breasts, tweaking the nipples. She had on occasion, fondled her own breasts, heightening her own pleasure while Max performed oral sex on her. Just like her thoughts when viewing porn, she never thought touching another woman’s breasts would bring about such excitement in her. Violet leaned forward to draw a nipple
