Hi. I'm Janet and I have always been of lesbian orientation. I'm now in my early 60's and I've been thinking a lot about my life, in particular, my sexual journey experiences, and I've decided that it's time to commit many of them to paper. I only wish I'd kept a diary or journal all those years ago.
I have committed myself to only writing true stories, not made-up ones. In some I have changed the names of some people to protect their privacy, though it's unlikely they will be recognised now after all these years. I wonder sometimes what happened to those friends and sexual partners: are they still alive even? Because these earlier stories all took place in the UK, where I was born and grew up. Later, in my early 20's, in the 1960's, I migrated to Australia and I've lived here ever since. So I lost contact with a lot of my old friends.
I've written three stories for Nifty so far and they have put two of them up on the Lesbian website, under `High School'. The first was called "GIRL GUIDES CAMP" and the third was "A WEEK'S HOLIDAY WITH LISA". I have just re-submitted the second story (also about Lisa and me) that hasn't so far gone up on the site. It is called, "LISA AT THE GIRL GUIDES CAMP." (email me for a copy if it doesn't go on the site).
Lisa was my first sexual experience. After we finished High School we went our separate ways. Lisa got a job in London and I got a job in my home town of Andover in Hampshire, as a cadet journalist with the local newspaper, "The Andover Advertiser".
After a few months, I got sent with one of the other reporters, Michelle (in her 30's) up to Scotland to do a feature on the Loch Ness Monster. It gave us the opportunity to take a few days break at Avimore, in the Scottish snowfields. It turned out that Michelle was a lesbian and had a girl friend that lived in a nearby town called Grantown-On-Spey. Michelle asked me to drive in one night to meet up with her girl friend.
We met in this café in the town and her girlfriend Susan was indeed, beautiful. However, I got introduced to Susan's friend (they had obviously arranged it), Vivian.
Vivian was 18, dark hair, slender and very sensual. We all sat drinking coffee and listening to the juke box (remember, this was the 1960's). Soon Vivian and I discovered that we were both Eddie Cochrane fans and we kept playing his "Three Steps To Heaven" on the juke box.
Then Michelle and Susan decided that we would drive back to Avimore, to our hotel room, for a few hours. They obviously sat in the front of the car and Vivian and I were in the back. From memory, I think the trip took about 30 minutes between towns. Well, we hadn't been going five, when Vivian made the first move and held my hand. We started caressing fingers and it wasn't very long before we were kissing one another on the back seat (`snogging' we called it back then). I loved her soft mouth and lips and her tongue gently probing my mouth. I responded in kind. We started to slide our hands over one another's clothes. We were both wearing pants â€" me jeans and she had on a pair of black woollen stretch pants. Our hands ran up and down one another's legs and before long we were pressing our hands over our genital areas. Before we got any further, we arrived at our hotel in Avimore.
After some socialising and drinks, Michelle started dropping hints that she wanted the room alone with Susan. I suggested to Vivian that we go for a walk for an hour or so.
Even though it was a bit chilly, we went outside, wearing overcoats and thinking to take two blankets with us. Just as well. We needed them. We walked over a hill behind the hotel and down into this gully area, well hidden with bushes and long grass. It was a perfectly clear star-lit night. We lay a blanket on the ground, took off our overcoats and lay them on top of the blanket, then lay down ourselves and pulled the other blanket over us. It was lovely and cosy and we snuggled up together, kissing and caressing one another. I couldn't believe how compatible we were and how sexually aroused I was (and she). I slid my hands up her top and felt her full breasts through her bra, then pushed it up out of the way so I could get at her naked breasts and nipples. Vivian did the same to me and we caressed and kissed one another's bare breasts. It was a lovely feeling. The only thing was we had to keep pulling the blanket up to keep warm.
Vivian slipped her hand down the front of my jeans and pulled down the zipper. She slipped her hand inside and under my panties. I felt her fingers exploring my pubic hair then going lower to my slit. I was so wet! I pulled my jeans and panties down to my knees and, at the same time, was aware that Vivian was pulling down her elasticised pants and undies to her knees.
We both spread our legs as much as possible and enjoyed feeling up and masturbating one another. We both managed to bring one another to a climax once. Our fingers were soaked and aching from all the pumping and squeezing of legs that went on. And we continued to kiss one another wildly.
I couldn't resist sliding my hands around to Vivian's bare bottom to. I love bums!
Well, soon we had to get dressed, clean up and head back to the hotel room. We knocked on the door and Susan opened it wearing just a bra! Michelle was half dressed. I made the most of the opportunity to see Susan's bald pussy and her bottom as she turned to pull on her panties.
We drove back to Grantown-On-Spey, Vivian and I snogging in the back and with our hands tightly squeezed down the front of one another's pants.
The next afternoon, Vivian rang me to come over for a night at her place. She came down in her car, bringing Susan, who stayed the night with Michelle in the Avimore hotel.
Back at Vivian's flat, we wasted no time stripping each other of our clothes and then having a lovely hot bath together. It was so good to finally see one another totally naked. I loved Vivian's big breasts with their very pointy nipples and she told me I had a bum to die for! Vivian had a thick dark bush which hid her vagina slit until, that is, I got her on the bed with her legs wide open and went down on her, exploring her red inner workings and sucking and licking her clit and labia lips. Vivian loved me licking her clit while thrusting two fingers in an out of her hole rapidly. She must have come two or three times during the long night of passion we shared.
I loved her returning the favour and she made me kneel up on the bed and went down on me from the back, licking my pussy as well as sliding a lubricated finger into my anus. Oh, god! It drove me wild. A night I shall never forget.
Unfortunately, "all good things must come to an end" as my father used to say. Michelle and I had to return to the south of England with our article about the Loch Ness Monster, but as you can imagine, our minds were far from that subject!
I never got the chance to ever go back to Grantown-on-Spey, so if you're still out there, Vivian, I hope you remember our two encounters with as much excitement as I do.
Janet Pitman.