My name is Janet Pitman and all my stories are true. I'm getting a bit long in the tooth now - going on 65 and I am finding that I don't have a very active sex life, but I am constantly re-living my earlier sexual experiences. I have always been a lesbian.
If you wish to read my stories in chronological order, here is the list and where you can find them on the Nifty website:
Girl Guides Camp/Lisa at the Girl Guides Camp - in the Highschool section.
A Week's Holiday with Lisa - in the Highschool section.
Vivien in Scotland in the Encounters section.
Alisha and Janet/Janet and Alisha's Weekend - in the Beginnings section.
Janelle Down on the Farm - in the Beginnings section.
Now we come to my first sexual experience with a woman in Australia, where I had emigrated to from the UK in 1967. I was 22 years old and Debbie was about the same age as me.
Debbie and I met at an Evening Class of a Creative Writing Course that I had decided to attend in Bondi, Sydney.
I had moved to Australia and settled in Sydney's eastern suburbs. Summer was over and Autumn (or 'Fall' for you Yanks) was about halfway through. But to me, freshly emerging from the cold British weather, it was HOT!!
And as I walked around the City and explored the beaches my love-juices were running. It was the 60's and short mini-skirts were all the fashion for the women. Put that together with warm weather - so light cotton dresses mostly - and our autumn winds and you have a feast for the eyes!
Let me give you two examples of what I saw in my first four weeks in this magnificent country. One lunchtime in the City, I walked in Sydney's Hyde Park and saw this young woman with her boyfriend laying on the grass next to each other, on their tummys. He was wearing shorts and a tee-shirt. She was wearing a light cotton sleeveless dress which, in the breeze, kept blowing the back of her dress up over her bottom. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw her bare bottom! She wasn't wearing any panties! And all this young woman did was casually pull the hem of the dress down again until it blew up a few seconds later exposing her beautiful bottom to my eyes. I sat down with my back against a tree, just a few feet away from them and kept looking. Then they turned on their sides towards one another and started kissing. Her dress, both with the breeze and with their movement rode up over her thighs and exposed not only her bare bum but also her pubic hair with glimpses of her pussy lips.
My fingers were now under my short dress and rubbing on my wet panties. But I realized that quite a crowd of men had gathered, sitting or standing on the grass watching the display from this woman, who didn't seem to care less what she was flaunting in public. A couple of the men had noticed me with my hand between my thighs and were watching me as well. I felt uncomfortable and got up and quickly walked away.
The second incident happened the first day I visited Lady Jane Beach, a legal nudist beach on Sydney's foreshore. I was on my own and laying naked on my towel just to one side of a group of young women who were all laying naked on their towels in two rows; one above the other as the sand elevated up from the sea. Two of the women in the top row were laying on their backs with their legs spread open. I was laying on my front, pretending to read a book, but glancing up and lusting over their exposed pussies. One of the women in the second row, down from the top row, was on her tummy looking straight into the vagina of one of the back laying women up from her. I mean, like, she was inches from the woman's spread open legs. Suddenly, this woman reached out with her hand and pocked her finger in her friend's vagina. The woman jumped and squealed and then they all fell about laughing! Oh, how I wished I could put my fingers into her pussy. But I was too shy to try and join their group. I don't think they were lesbians anyway.
But back to the Creative Writing Course, being held in a High School in Bondi. The group met once a week for two hours and we had a tutor and we also brought along some of our own stories. Debbie and I had got to know one another as we often sat together squeezed into the kids desks in the classroom. Debbie was about 5ft 6 with blonde hair and a petite body. Quite thin, small breasts and a tight little bum as I had noticed. Nothing of a sexual nature had occured through about four weeks of the Course. Then on the fifth evening, as we finished, Debbie walked down the stairs with me and we were chatting about our lives in general. She was a true-blue Aussie and was surprised that I had come all the way to Australia on my own, without knowing anybody over here.
"Don't you have a boyfriend, Janet?" Debbie asked, as we stopped in the courtyard of the school by a wall. I put my books on the low wall and jumped up to sit on it. I was wearing a cotton dress with a blouse on top and underneath, just plain bra and panties. Debbie was wearing a blue one-piece shift and as I was to find out later that evening, panties, but no bra.
"No, I don't have a boyfriend, Debbie. How about you?"
Debbie smiled. "Oh, yes, I couldn't do without one. I LOVE sex!" She waited for my reaction. I looked at her and decided I'd spill the beans.
"I've never had a boyfriend, Debbie. I'm into women."
"Oh, my god!" spluttered Debbie. "Trust me to put my foot in it!"
"That's OK," I responded. "No offence taken. I'd just much rather have sex with a woman and I bet I get as much satisfaction from that as you do from your man."
Debbie giggled. She asked me what me and my girl-friends actually do to stimulate one another "if you don't mind me asking." Debbie was now standing right in front of me and she had put her bag of books and notes on the ground by her feet. it was dark and about 9.30pm. Everyone had gone. We were alone in the school yard hidden from the street and from any houses.
So I told Debbie about some of my experiences (as per my earlier stories on Nifty). I could see that she was getting quite turned on; her cheeks and neck were turning red and her breathing changed. She shifted from foot to foot.
At one point, I leaned forward and put my hands on her shoulders drawing her a bit closer to me. Debbie put her hands on my knees and asked me to tell her more. I did because I knew she was getting sexually aroused and I suddenly had hope that I might be about to feel my first Australian pussy. if I was not too overbearing.
I knew it was safe to proceed when Debbie, now gently rubbing my knees and just letting her fingers go under the hem of my dress, whispered: "I've never had sex with a woman. Don't think I've even kissed a woman - you know, not french kissing."
"Have you wanted too, Debbie?"
"Well, if the truth be told, I have thought about it. Not that I'm lesbian," she hastened to say. "A cock is what I like more than anything else, but - oh god, what am I saying?" She paused, looking into my eyes. "Are you offering to teach me?" Debbie pleaded.
"If you like, Debbie."
"When and where?"
"No time like the present and just over this wall is a lawn. We could lay in here for awhile. I don't think anyone will come by or see us."
Debbie looked around to satisfy herself that we really were in a safe environment. Then she bent down to pick up her bag and I swung my legs around and over the three foot wall. I jumped down on the grass on the inside of this lawn area.
"Give me you bag", I said. Debbie handed it over and she turned around and pushed herself up onto the wall, sitting. Then she swung her legs up and over, dropping to join me on the grass. Being Australia, the grass was dry and it had been cut short. We lay down next to each other, looking intently into one another's faces. Then I moved my head forward and gently kissed her soft lips. I pulled back to look at Debbie. She smiled. I moved in to kiss her again. After a few seconds she opened her mouth slightly and I gently probed with my tongue. Her hand came up to hold my head at the back and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. We began kissing one another in earnest. Lips and tongues and teeth intermingling. We broke apart and Debbie was panting.
"That is so awesome," she whispered. Your mouth and lips are so smooth. I love it. Can we do it again?" I nodded and we kissed again. I ran my hand up and down her back over her her one piece shift. Soon Debbie copied me and I felt her hand on my back rubbing up and down. I realised that she had no bra strap and thought she could feel mine.
I let my hand drift southward as we kept on kissing one another. As my hand slid over her bottom, Debbie moaned and pushed in closer to me. I took my time sliding my hand over the top of her shift, over her bottom cheeks and feeling the crack of her bum. I took my hand lower until I felt her bare leg. Then I slid my hand slowly up her shift feeling her naked thigh and eventually I reached her panties at the back. Debbie kissed me even harder. A sure sign for me to go on. Her shift bunched up as I ran my hand over her panty-clad bottom. We broke the kiss.
"Take your shift off, Debbie," I said.
"You take yours off too," she responded. We sat up and she pulled her shift up over her head leaving her totally naked except for a pair of light blue panties. We had already kicked off our footware. Debbie's small and pointy breasts were right in front of my eyes. Before touching her I undid my blouse buttons, shrugged the blouse off and reached around for my bra clip. As my breasts tumbled free, Debbie gasped and reached out to caress them. My nipples hardened under her wandering thumbs and fingers.
"Are you sure you've never been with a woman before, Deb?" I asked. She nodded. "Only played with my own tits," she responded. I caressed her small pointy breasts and her nipples protruded like small penises. I leaned forward and sucked on each breast, kissing and licking. I let one hand wander down over her belly until I felt the top of her panties. I ran my hand over the top of her panties and down between her legs. Debbie was kissing my lips again and moaning and opening her legs.
"Touch me, touch me," she panted. I pushed my fingers into her wet, soppy panties, feeling the shape of her slit. Debbie pulled away and reached down to pull off her panties. "Now you can touch me, " she whispered. I did, slipping my fingers between her very wet and hot vagina lips. I felt her soft pubic hair as well. I inserted two fingers and pushed in deeply. I finger-fucked her and it didn't take long for Debbie's body to be shaking and cum dripping down over my fingers and hand.
"Oh, god!" she kept saying over and over. I pulled my fingers out of her and Debbie pulled my cotton dress up to my waist and pulled down my white panties. I kicked them off my feet and opened my legs to let her get as good a look as she could in the darkness. "Oh, how beautiful," I heard her whispering as I felt her hand running through my pubic hair. There wasn't much for her to run through. I keep it pretty short.
Then very tentatively, Debbie introduced one then two fingers into my slit.
Suddenly, we heard voices. Several. men and women laughing and sounding drunk. We lay very still and quiet, with Debbie's fingers still inside me. The group walked right past the wall and crossed the school grounds. obviously taking a short cut home. But Debbie was now scared.
She pulled out of my pussy and started to pull her panties on.
"It's OK," I whispered. "They have gone. They never saw us."
But Debbie was not to be persuaded. She dressed. So did I. We stood up. She hugged me. "I'm sorry," she said, "but I don't feel safe here. See you next week."
With that she climbed over the wall and would have forgotten her bag if I hadn't picked it up and given it to her. Debbie raced off.
I was still horny! So I knelt down and masturbated there and then to get some relief. Having dressed and picked up my things, I set off back to my digs.
Later that night, laying in bed, I masturbated again, thinking about how Debbie felt and looked.
The next week she never turned up at the Course, and I never set eyes on her again. I've often wondered what happened to her and whether or not she did ever have sex with another woman.
Janet Pitman.