Hi, all my lesbian readers. Janet Pitman here. It has been months since I wrote any stories. The reason is that I have been travelling in India and Nepal. However, I'm now back in Australia and I have my first opportunity to write out some of the sexual adventures that happened to me on my journeys.
Those of you who have read my earlier stories will know that I only write true stories of my own sexual encounters. You will also know that I am now a lesbian in her 60's, so I don't expect to have too many more of those kinds of adventures.
However, I was staying in Dharamsala in northern India, learning more of the philosophy of Buddhism and grabbing every opportunity to set eyes on the Dalai Lama, the man I admire more than any other human being.
While there and living alone in a room of the Green Hotel in McLeod Gange (which is the uphill section of Dharamsala and where the Dalai Lama actually lives), I met a Dutch woman one day in the cafe next to the Buddhist temple.
Marion is in her late 30's, speaks perfect English, and had been travelling all over India for a long time. We fell into conversation as you do when you are fellow travellers. After a long conversation about what attracts us to Buddhism and why we are here in McLeod Gange, Marion and I were really feeling some kind of soul connection. You know, when you meet someone and feel like you've known each other for years.
Well, to cut a long story short and to hasten to the bits I know you are reading this for, Marion and I arranged to meet for dinner that evening in one of the Tibetan restaurants. Over good food and plenty of wine Marion told me that she had been abused by a Greek man she had met some weeks before in Varanasi. And she had vowed not to get sexually involved with any other men. I had already told her I was a lesbian and my partner was doing her own travelling in southern India and we were not planning to meet up again for some months. I also spelled out to Marion that Liz and I had an open relationship.
Well, we ended up back in my hotel room with a bottle of red. Then things started becoming erotic. The conversation turned to our sexual experiences and Marion was keen to hear about my adventures as a lesbian woman. I went into great detail about a couple of my stories that are already published on this website. I could see that Marion was getting quite aroused.
She is a bit shorter than me with straight shoulder-length brown hair. Not super attractive but with a lovely personality. I was mesmerized by the way Marion kept licking her lips between sips of wine, her tongue following the shape of her lovely mouth and her hazel eyes locked on mine. Marion was wearing a light cotton dress with bare shoulders that accentuated her small breasts and I was sure she wore no bra. Neither was she wearing stockings. And her sandals had been discarded to the floor in front of the wicker chair she now curled up in, facing me, as I sat facing her on my bed.
I was dressed in a tee shirt and hemp jeans with just a bra and panties underneath. My feet were also bare with my slip-ons outside my door.
As Marion listened to my detailed description of making love with one of my former girl friends, I could see her thighs squeezing open and shut and I guessed she was aroused and wet. Then she slipped one hand down between her legs, over her bunched up dress, like it was just resting there, but I could tell she was gently pressing her wrist against her pubic area.
By now we were both quite drunk and feeling uninhibited. So it was no surprise that I heard myself saying to Marion, "I think I'm getting you really horny with my stories. Maybe I should stop. Do you want me too?"
Marion giggled. "No ...... yes, if you let me kiss you, Janet. I'm so randy right now."
We stared at one another and the silence filled the room for about a minute, which seemed like an hour.
Then I said softly, "Marion, I'm over 60. How can you - "
"I am turned on by older women, Janet. Always have been. And I've had sex with other women, you know. Come and kiss me."
She put her wine glass carefully on the floor next to her chair. Then Marion sat up lifting her legs and placing both bare feet on the front of the chair, spread wide and with her knees up at breast level. She knew she was giving me a display of her pale blue panties between her raised legs, under the cotton skirt.
I stared at the shape of her camel toes vagina, clearly outlined by the tight fabric of the thin cotton panties. And I cold see a small damp patch.
"Marion," I said, "there's more room on this bed than on your chair."
Marion giggled again, leapt to her feet and rushed into my arms knocking me backwards across the single bed. I managed to hold on to my wine glass but spilt most of what remained on the bedspread.
"You naughty girl!" I said laughing.
"Oh, you must spank me for that!" cried out Marion as she turned her body and stretched out sideways over my legs. I sat up and ran my hand over her bottom that felt almost naked under the thin cotton dress. I pulled her dress up the back of her suntanned legs and quickly revealed the back of her thighs, then into view came her sexy panty-covered bottom. I enjoyed every moment of rubbing her bottom over the panties, feeling every curve, their fullness and her crack. Then I pulled her panties down and playfully smacked her bare bottom half-a-dozen times. Marion gasped and raised her hips as if wanting more. But I was too drunk to play spanking any more. I knew what I wanted to do.
My hand slid down between her legs, pushing her panties further down her thighs and I felt, for the first time, her very wet and slippery pussy lips and associated mass of pubic hair.
Marion groaned, trying to widen her legs, but her half-mast panties forbad it. She settled as I slid two fingers easily up inside her. Now I could smell her sweet aroma and I finger-fucked her pussy for two or three minutes. Marion moaned and thrust against me. Her juices dripped and ran all over my fingers and I was unsure whether or not she had cum or she was just so excited.
I stopped and pulled her panties right down and off her ankles and dropped them on the floor.
"Get up, Marion," I urged.
She crawled on hands and knees to the edge of the bed and then stood up, the dress falling to cover her naked lower body again.
"Take off all your clothes," I said.
Marion reached behind her to lower a zip at the back of the dress, then hurriedly pulled it down from her breasts, which stood out with hard nipples in front of me and she tugged the dress down over her hips and let it fall at her feet. Marion stark naked. What a beautiful sight to drink in.
Her breasts were small and well shaped and her pubic hair was unshaven and fully covered her pussy lips. She twirled around and I looked again at her well-formed bottom cheeks, now tinged red from my few slaps to both cheeks.
Marion turned to face me again. She staggered a little. The drink. "Come on, Jan - your turn. I wanna see that body of yours," she slurred.
I laughed and stood up and pushed her backwards. Marion fell back naked into the wicker chair. I quickly pulled off my tee shirt and undid my bra. My breasts tumbled free.
"Beautiful," murmured Marion.
My jeans were unzipped at the front and I pulled them down over my hips and kicked them free from my legs. I just stood there in my white hipster panties and stared at her. Marion leaned forward.
"You tease," she said. She grabbed the waist of my panties and slowly peeled them down my legs. She sighed as my shaven pussy came into view.
"Oh, Janet," she whispered, "It is so beautiful."
Marion reached up and gently caressed my outer lips, then ran her finger down the crack and then explored gently between my legs letting her fingers curl up around the lower area of my big bottom.
I pushed her hand down, turned around and bent forward over the bed with my arms and hands supporting me. I opened my legs. I could imagine the view Marion now had of my bottom and probably my anus on display and my naked pussy lips, totally hair-free, displayed for her between my legs. I sensed Marion dropping to her knees on the floor and her arms wrapped around my hips. Then I felt her lips butterfly kissing my bottom before her tongue made its first tentative lick of my pussy. Then she pushed in deeper and I felt her tongue sliding up and down my pussy lips. It was bliss. I tried spreading my legs more and leaning forward more and encouraging her on.
Marion leaned back and her hands pulled my bottom cheeks apart. Her mouth went back to my pussy, this time licking and sucking vigorously and her fingers wandered around my puckered anus.
After a few minutes I stood up and then threw myself down on my bed on my back, my legs spread. I expected Marion to go down between my spread legs and keep licking. But she climbed up and over me, lowering herself in a 69 position to continue giving me oral sex and, at the same time, inviting me to examine her spread open bare bum and hairy pussy hovering just millimeters above my face. I needed no second invitation. I caressed and spread apart her lovely young bottom, looking lustfully at her winking anus, which was quite clean and pink in colour. I spread her pubic hair and looked eagerly at her red inner lips and the hole that led right inside her vagina. My tongue tasted for the first time her sweetness and her juices.
We vigorously tongue and finger-fucked one another for ages. I sucked on and licked around her erect clitoris that extended from its hood at the top of her glistening vaginal muscles. We both ended up cumming, almost simultaneously. My jaw was then aching, her juices were all over my face and my fingers smelled of her cum.
We climbed, exhausted and hot and sweaty into my single bed and fell asleep in one another's arms. This was the start of an exciting and quite uninhibited sexual relationship with Marion, which lasted for a few weeks and climaxed (in more than one way) right up at Mt Everest's base camp in a tent in a double sleeping bag. But that's another story.
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