Over the last two years I have written a number of stories about my own true-to-life sexual adventures as a lesbian woman, which Nifty lesbian has published. The stories, in chronological order are:
16 Sept 08: Girl Guides Camp/Lisa at the Girl Guides Camp - in the High school section.
7 Oct 08: A Week's Holiday with Lisa - in the High school section.
17 Oct 08: Vivien in Scotland in the Encounters section.
25 Oct 08: Alisha and Janet/Janet and Alisha's Weekend - in the Beginnings section.
2 Dec 08: Janelle Down on the Farm - in the Beginnings section.
18 Dec 08: Debbie - in the Encounters section.
1 Jan 09: Encounter Group - in the College section.
9 Jan 09: Roslyn and Janet - in the College section.
27 Jan 09: Sex With Nicola - in the Encounters section.
14 Feb 09: Janet and Claudia 1 and 2 - Adult friend's section.
1 May 09: Nurse Julia - in the Encounters Section.
12 Nov 09: Sex in India 1 and 2 - in the Encounters section.
14 Dec 09: Adventures With Barbara - in the Adult friends section.
5 Jan 2010: A Quickie With Tina - Encounters section.
1 May 2010: Personal Assistant - Adult Friends section.
25 Oct 08: Second Time Around - 3rd story in "Alisha & Janet/Janet and Alisha's Weekend" - in the Beginnings section.
Recently, the email address on all but the last of these stories has been taken over by a hacker, forcing me to change my email address to: janetsconfessions@gmail.com
So, if you wish to contact me, please use this email address and not the old 'pitman.janet' address. The hacker has sent out emails to those in my address book on the old email, trying to trick them into sending him/her money. Outrageous! So beware.
Anyway, as a final true story for this wonderful website, I'm going to tell you all the secrets about my sexual experiences that I have not told you so far.
CONFESSIONS OF JANET PITMAN
I was the only child of an abusive father. He was of that old fashioned English tradition that believed in spanking a child's bare bottom to instil 'discipline'. So I was spanked bare bottom - over my father's lap, or bent across the arm of a lounge suite, or over my bed, until I was thirteen or fourteen.
I accepted this as 'normal'. Many of my friends were treated much the same, growing up in the 1950's in England.
I attended a private school up to High School age, and we had a female teacher there whose method of discipline was to make the primary aged child come to her desk, where she bent us over her lap, after pulling down the trousers and underpants of the boys, and lifted the dresses and pulled down the knickers of the girls, to spank our bare bottoms.
It was in that context that I first realised how much I got turned on looking at the other girls exposed, over the teacher's lap. The boys did not excite me, though I saw plenty of willies and bare bums.
It was dawning on me that I was sexually attracted to girls, though I didn't associate the name 'lesbian' to myself for a few more years.
I went to an all-girl's High School (from ages 11 to 17), and I was also in one of the local Girl Guide Troops. This afforded me many opportunities to become sexually aroused by the other girls, both dressed and naked in the showers.
For the last two years I was in High School, I was one of a group of girls that used to meet together each lunchtime. If the weather were dry and sunny, we would sit in the fields that were a part of our school's recreation and sports area to have our lunch.
I don't believe all the girls were lesbian, but we were certainly all bi-sexual. We evolved this 'game' where we would dare one another to show the crutch of our knickers under our school uniform skirts while sitting on the grass.
We would talk about sex. And it gradually became more daring as we would dare one another to show our pussies by pulling our knickers aside or even taking them off. Then we would dare one another to masturbate in front of the others. This evolved into some of us masturbating one another.
And it was in the middle of those two years that I had my first full-on experiences of girl-girl sex with my friend in the Girl Guides, Lisa.
See my stories dated 16 Sept 08: 'Girl Guides Camp'/'Lisa at the Girl Guides Camp' - in the High school section, and 7 Oct 08: 'A Week's Holiday with Lisa' - in the High school section.
You will know from those stories that Lisa and I took every opportunity after Guides meetings, walking home, to kiss and touch one another sexually in quiet dark corners and laneways.
Then we had that fantastic holiday together at my aunt's boarding house in Torquay, where we both had our first experiences of oral sex and doing a 69.
Thinking back on those days now, I realize just how horny I was all the time. And so was Lisa. I mean, we'd do something sexual every time we got an opportunity. We became quite uninhibited in touching and tasting one another.
Then the day came when Lisa moved away. And I had my first job as a cadet journalist with the local newspaper. And I felt very lonely. My sex life had no outlet except masturbation.
I went through this stage of wondering whether I should try sex with a man. How did I know a woman would only turn me on when I hadn't tried sex with a guy? So, although I really didn't want to and all my emotions were screaming out, "No, don't do it!" - I gave in to the urgings of some of my girl friends and accepted a date with this 18 year old in town. A guy I had known for many years. He'd always had his eye on me.
Well, we went to a couple of movies. I played hard to get, not letting him get into my panties. But I could only hold out for so long.
One night, after a party, and a few drinks, I let him fuck me in the back of his car. I hated it. My pussy was sore and I hated his face bristles and roughness.
But I let him fuck me again a couple of times, reasoning that the first time is always bad for the girl.
After that I broke off with him and he wasn't too worried. He had got what he really wanted. I've never been with a male sexually since then.
I continued my work as a trainee journalist with our local newspaper and for some months had no sexual experiences beyond my lusting after some of the women and girls at work and around the town, and masturbating in bed or in the bath at night.
All my life I have been a visual person and especially love looking at women's bottoms. Back n the 1960's, with very short mini-skirts being all the rage it was so easy to catch glimpses of my friends and strangers panties as they bent over a filing cabinet or bent down to the bottom shelf in the supermarket. Or they showed glimpses of their panties between their legs as they sat down with tight skirts and legs not quite closed tight enough or else as they uncrossed or crossed their legs.
All my life I have grabbed every opportunity to look if given the chance and such sights have always been masturbating material for me later. I sometimes wonder how strange I am? Is this a common experience among women to lust after other women (or, I suppose, men, if you are heterosexual)?
Then my first big break came when I was given the job of accompanying a senior reporter, Michelle, on a field trip to Inverness, Scotland, as part of a series of articles being written on unexplained happenings. We were in quest of people who claimed to have seen the Loch Ness Monster.
I knew Michelle was lesbian, but I didn't know she had a girlfriend in one of the towns up there in Inverness. So it was that I had my sexual experiences with Vivien.
Read my story dated 17 Oct 08: 'Vivien in Scotland' in the Encounters section.
This was such an exciting experience for Michelle and me and I got really close to her because we both shared a secret of having had lesbian fuck experiences in Scotland while working. But Michelle and I - and this is where I confess - only ever had a sexual experience together once.
It happened about two months after we got back from Scotland and a group of us - men and women - from the newspaper, went out for a night in a pub in town. By the end of the evening, Michelle and I were not totally drunk, but we were 'merry', and Michelle suggested I stay overnight at her flat, which was just around the corner from the pub, rather than catch a bus home to the other side of Andover.
Standing in Michelle's kitchen, a few minutes later, Michelle just turned to face me and then gently kissed my lips. She had her hands on my shoulders and she pulled back, stared into my eyes, looking for my reaction, and said, "I've wanted to kiss you for a long time."
I smiled. Then leaned in to kiss her. Michelle kissed me back and both of us opened our mouths a bit and tentatively started to tongue-kiss one another.
My memory is that we were both in dresses and blouses.
We moved to the lounge and sat down and started to pash one another.
I found this so erotic because I'd never had an experience like this with women more than ten years older than me. I was about 18 and Michelle was in her early 30's. I was so curious about seeing her naked and touching an older woman's pussy and breasts. I knew her breasts were bigger than mine - that was obvious. And I wondered about how much pubic hair she had, because mine was not that thick and I kept it trimmed. All these things I was thinking about as we kissed one another and I could feel her hands wandering over my dress and feeling up my breasts.
I leaned into Michelle and slowly pushed her backwards as we kissed and groped at one another. Then I tool the initiative and started undoing the front of Michelle's blouse until her bra-clad breasts tumbled free of the open garment.
I knelt up on the lounge facing Michelle who was by now pulling her blouse free of her shoulders and arms. And as she reached behind herself to undo the clasp of her bra, I was unzipping her skirt and franticly pulling it over her hips. Her panties were dragged down with the skirt and a moment later Michelle was naked and spread across the lounge, exposing all of her sexy body to my feasting eyes.
Michelle did have breasts larger than mine with dark areola and button nipples. Her torso was solid but not fat and her legs were spread open without shame, revealing to me her almost bare pussy lips with just stubble of dark brown pubic hair that did not hide her swollen outer labia lips from my lust-filled eyes.
Michelle gazed up at me with a cheeky smile on her face. Then her fingers moved to her pubes, she pulled her lips apart, thrust her hips up towards me and giggled as she said, "Is this what you wanted to see, Janet?"
I was embarrassed that she had known what was going through my mind. Was it that obvious?
I blushed and laughed. "I couldn't wait," I blurted out as I reached for her breasts, feeling their softness with my hands, and then pinching her nipples.
I leaned down to kiss her nipples. Michelle put her hand behind my head, gently encouraging me to suck more. My tongue swirled around her nipples and I felt them hardening inside my mouth.
As I licked and sucked and explored, Michelle's hands were running down my back. Then I felt her hands find the hem of my skirt and start to pull it up over my bottom. Then my skirt was bunched around my waist and Michelle's fingers were running all over my panty-covered bottom, feeling up and down my crack and slipping between my legs to press my cotton panties into the slit of my pussy.
I moaned, sucking more rapidly on her nipples and sinking my face into her large soft breasts.
Now Michelle was searching for the elastic waistband of my panties and tugging them down over my hips. Then her hands were in contact with my bare skin and I felt her fingers sliding in the wetness between my legs. Her finger probed inside me. I met her mouth with mine as she started to finger-fuck me and I stuck my tongue in her mouth again.
Eventually, we fell apart and I stumbled to my feet and pulled off the rest of my clothes as quickly as I could. Leaving our clothes all over the floor and furniture, Michelle took my hand and we headed for her bedroom. She walked ahead of me down the hallway and I remember to this day watching her large, full bottom that I followed. I had eyes on that bum so many times in the newspaper office and now I was seeing it in all its glory. And, as you will know from my other stories, I have a bit of a thing for women's bottoms. Well, more like a real fetish for them. I love to see them.
Just diverting for a moment: I'm a self-taught artist and I attend a life-drawing class in Byron Bay, each week. Sometimes I'm the model (still) and I love being looked at naked. But most of all, I love to paint and draw our naked female models, especially their bare bottoms.
At the moment I'm putting together photos many of my friends have taken themselves or had taken, of their naked bottoms. I'm making a large collage painting and incorporating all their photos (no faces or ways of identity) into the painting. I'm calling it "My Fetish: Bare Bottoms", and the painting will go in one of our local art shows next year. So if you want to be a part of it, and you are 18 or older - I am not into child pornography, and I prefer women's bottoms between ages 25 up anyway - email me a close-up photo of your bare bottom. Make sure you can't be identified. I just want the photo of your bottom.
Back to my story. Michelle and I were lying naked on her bed. We spent the next couple of hours doing everything we could possibly think of to satisfy our needs for sex with one another. I remember Michelle going down on me for the first time. My god! She certainly knew how to make a girl feel good with her tongue and lips.
I remember that her pubic hair stubble was a bit rough on my face, but the taste and texture of her pussy made the roughness a non-issue for me. But I did encourage her to shave it all off. I don't remember whether or not waxing was around back then.
We 69'd and fingered one another's anuses. We played with and kissed one another's breasts and nipples until we were sore.
Finally, we fell asleep in one another's arms.
To this day, I still think about that one night stand with Michelle. We never went to bed with one another again after that. It was sort of known by both of us that we were satisfying our curiosity, as we carried the secret at work that we were both into other women.
It was sometime over the next year, after I'd turned 19 that I met Aleisha, working in a local flower shop. My relationship with Aleisha went on for about a year and we had some great sex together, including a weekend house-sitting for a mutual friend.
You can read all the details in my story: 25 Oct 08: Alisha and Janet/Janet and Alisha's Weekend - in the Beginnings section.
Then, just this year - 2010 - I returned to my hometown in England for the first time in many years and met up with Aleisha again! It was amazing and, for the sake of the old times and happy memories, we spent another night together and had good sex.
Read that story also on the date: 25 Oct 08: Second Time Around - 3rd story in "Alisha & Janet/Janet and Alisha's Weekend" - in the Beginnings section.
I didn't have another sexual experience with a woman after Aleisha for about two years. All that time I was working for our local paper. But I do recall numbers of little incidents that got me all hot and horny so that I had to masturbate to them later - usually in my bath at night or in bed.
I remember being up in London and traveling on the Underground trains. Remember, this was the early 1960's and the fashions were really short mini skirts and lots of psychedelic colours.
I sat opposite a group of four young women, all of whom were a bit high on LSD or something and were wearing mini skirts. They had no inhibitions as they giggled and fell against one another as the train rocked and rolled through the tunnels. To this day I can still get wet between my legs just thinking about their panties on display and very little left to the imagination.
In London, I loved cruising Carnaby Street where, in the boutiques, the girls undressed to try on the latest fashions, and there were very flimsy or non-existent changing booths. So I often got to gaze at a pair of beautiful boobs or even a woman's fanny or naked bottom. And being a woman myself, no one seemed to take any notice of stripping in front of another woman.
I was always hoping to meet another woman who was into lesbian sex as I am, but I never became aware of a woman making lustful eyes at me.
When I was 21, and still working for our local newspaper, I finally got a big break - both in job promotion and in a fantastic sexual way, for me. My editor sent me down to the farming communities of the West Country to cover a Farm Expo. And there I met Janelle.
Read the details on the Nifty lesbian website: 2 Dec 08: Janelle Down on the Farm - in the Beginnings section.
This was a weekend I shall never forget. Would you believe that I still, to this day, sometimes lie in bed, fingering myself, thinking about those three times we had sex.
In 1967, I left my job at the local newspaper and took the opportunity to immigrate for ten pounds to Australia. I was hungry for adventure and I had been reading about the hot climate and nude beaches down under. It was too good to miss.
My first impressions of the sexual opportunities in Australia and my first time of putting my fingers inside an Australian woman's pussy are detailed in my story -
18 Dec 08: Debbie - in the Encounters section.
After that a number of similar kinds of sexual encounters happened for me from time to time, but sometimes I went months without so much as a lesbian kiss.
For about four years my only sexual experiences were one-night stands with women I met in pubs. Except once, when I had sex with my landlady, who was not into women, or so she told me. It happened this way.
I had moved up to the north coast of New South Wales and was studying Social Work at a University, and working all sorts of hours in a café in Lismore.
My landlady was Sandy, her hair was sandy coloured, and her age was about 30. She was married with two kids and her marriage was volatile at the best of times. I had rented her 'granny-flat', which was attached to her house and was just a bedroom and bathroom. I shared their kitchen with Sandy and her husband and family. Often I ate out, but regularly had breakfast with them and occasionally another meal.
At the time of this incident, Sandy was home alone. Her husband had gone to Melbourne to visit his parents for a few days and taken the two children with him, "to stay with their grandparents."
It was late evening and I was lying on my bed, in my pajamas, watching my TV, when Sandy knocked on the door and called out to me.
"Come in", I yelled.
Sandy came in. She was dressed in daggy old tracksuit pants, had bare feet, and a 'Midnight Oil' tee shirt.
"Just wondered if you'd like some company," Sandy said, smiling, and producing a bottle of red from behind her back.
This woman totally turned me on and always had. Sandy was about 5 ft 6 and of average build. She had boobs to die for and there was no mistaking them tonight under that tee shirt and obviously not supported by a bra.
I could see she was a bit tipsy. I had only had one glass of wine that evening.
"Sure, come in," I said.
I moved over on the bed and patted the area next to me.
"Come and join me."
Sandy poured me a glass of wine, topped hers up and then carefully (so as not to splash wine on the bed or us) climbed up and lay next to me, propped up with pillows and cushions.
I was immediately conscious of Sandy's body right next to mine and her sweet aroma. I pressed into her, held up my glass and said, "Cheers."
We clinked glasses, downed a mouthful of good Cabernet Sauvignon, and I rested my left hand on her right leg, just above her knee. Sandy put her right hand on top of mine and squeezed my fingers gently.
"I was just feeling so lonely, tonight, Jan. Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all. It's nice being with you."
"And with you. If I tell you the truth, I'd rather be with you than my old man. I miss the kids though."
We sat quietly for a few minutes and focused on the TV. I was watching a documentary on SBS about lesbians in India. I assure you, I didn't know Sandy was going to come in at that very time. My instinct was to switch the TV off, but I was feeling cheeky (and randy with this lady right next to me with her braless tits almost under my nose), I decided to let the program go on and see what happened.
"I didn't know they had lesbians in India," said Sandy.
I laughed. "There are lesbians all over the world, Sandy, in every country,"
"Well, I'm not one. I like a good hard cock up my fanny."
Sandy giggled and slid her right hand off my hand and she gripped my left thigh.
Wish I had one right now. Pity you don't have one, Janet."
We both laughed and I could have cut the erotic atmosphere with a knife.
We both watched the TV screen as two women kissed and moved to a bedroom.
I slowly rubbed Sandy's left leg over her tracky bottoms. She started stroking my leg over my PJ's. And we both drank more wine.
"I don't have a cock, Sandy," I said softly, "but I do have good fingers for masturbating."
Sandy breathed deeply and finished her wine. She leaned over to put her glass on the floor next to the bed. I passed her mine and she put that down too.
Sitting up, Sandy took up rubbing my leg again and I felt her press her leg that I was rubbing, against mine.
"Do you masturbate often," Sandy whispered in a tentative voice.
"All the time," I offered. "Probably every day, at least once. I love to wank."
Do you use your fingers or a vibrator?"
"Mostly my fingers."
Sandy looked at me and I was so tempted to lean forward to kiss her lovely lips. But I didn't.
We were drawn back to the TV where two women were now walking naked into the sea, holding hands, their bare bottoms so erotic to my eyes.
"So, Sandy, how often do you wank?"
Sandy looked sheepish. "Not as much as you, but more lately. We're not having much sex. And drinking makes me so horny."
She breathed deeply. "It's crazy, but I'm feeling so horny right now, I just wanted to be near you. Mind you," she hurriedly added, "I've never had sex with a woman. But I have thought it would probably be good - you know, satisfactory. I mean women know how to please women, don't they?"
I nodded. "Yes, we sure do."
We watched the program again. The credits were coming up. I grabbed the remote and switched the TV off.
We sat in silence, both breathing deeply and softly rubbing our hands up and down one another's thighs.
Then Sandy looked at me and laughed nervously.
"I've never kissed a woman before," she said softly. "Often wondered what it would be like without all that sandpaper face."
I smiled, then turned towards her and softly kissed her mouth, our lips just touching.
I pulled back and we looked at one another. Then Sandy leaned in and kissed me with just a bit more intensity. I kept my lips against hers and lifted my hand to put it behind her head. I felt our lips slightly parting. We kissed and for the first time experienced one another's tongues touching.
Sandy pulled away. She was panting. "I - I - feel so -"
I turned towards her and started to kiss her mouth without holding back. Sandy sank back into the pillows, putting her hands behind my head and kissing me with her mouth open. Our wet lips and saliva felt so sexy. Our tongues explored one another's mouths without let-up.
I climbed on top of her and we started to press our bodies against one another. My hands supported my weight, but her hands were now wandering up and down my back and soon sliding over my pajama bottoms, feeling my bum cheeks and I could sense that Sandy was feeling to see if I had panties on underneath. She quickly realised that I didn't. There was only one layer of cotton between her hands and my naked bottom.
I leaned down to kiss Sandy's mouth again. Our tongues danced together and ran across one another's teeth. Sandy was moaning softly and her hands slid from my bottom up under my PJ's top to press into the bare skin of my lower back.
I kissed her harder urging her to touch me more, flicking my tongue in and out of her mouth.
For a second, Sandy's fingers sneaked below my pyjama pants and I thought she was going to slip her hands down to touch my bottom. But Sandy hesitated. Then she ran her hands up my spine and across my rib cage.
I pulled away from her mouth, lifted my head and leaned back so that my breasts were elevated in front of Sandy's face. Her hands, under my top, started to slide around my ribs and then she made contact with the underside of my breasts. I moved to encourage her to go further. Sandy got the message.
I felt her soft hands feeling the fullness of my breasts and her fingers tentatively fingering my nipples.
"Take my top off, Sandy," I urged her.
Sandy pulled her hands out from under my PJ top and quickly undid the buttons all down the front as I held my upper body up with my arms pressed into the bed.
As my top opened like stage curtains, Sandy took a deep breath and she once again took my breasts, now revealed to her, in her hands and kneaded them.
I sat up on her torso so as to take the weight from my arms and to slip my pyjama top off altogether. Now I sat topless over her.
"You have beautiful tits," whispered Sandy, as she pressed my flesh with her hands and fingers.
Then she slid her hands up and down my ribs, returning to feel my breasts and then slid down to the elastic top of my pyjama pants.
She did this for a couple of minutes, and my sense was that she was not sure whether to go further. So I put my hands on top of hers and forced her hands down onto my pyjama bottoms and then used her hands to start to slid my PJ's down over my hips.
We could only get them to my pubic line because I was sitting on top of her body. But I took one of her hands and pushed her fingers down under my pants and onto my vagina. Her fingers slid down my slit and our eyes met and we stared deeply at one another.
"Does that feel good, Sandy?" I said, lifting my hips to give her more access to my most intimate place.
"Oh, Janet, " was all Sandy could say as she cupped my pussy, feeling the stubble of my almost shaved pubes and the wetness and heat of my parting lips.
I leaned forward and lifted my bottom in the air. Sandy pulled my PJ's down my legs to my ankles. I kicked them off altogether.
Then I knelt up over her still clothed breasts so she could see my pussy.
"Touch me, Sandy."
As she did, I instructed her further.
"Slip you fingers inside me. Yes! Like that. Pull the lip's back and have a good look. That's it. Do you like looking?"
"Yes," she whispered excitedly.
Now Sandy slipped two fingers up inside me and started to finger fuck my pussy.
"Oh! That's so good. I love you doing that. Fuck me harder. Yes?.. a bit softer?? yes, like that."
I could feel her fingers inside me and feel and hear my juices squelching around her fingers.
Then Sandy withdrew and ran her sticky fingered hand between my legs and up to press her open hand onto my bottom, caressing my cheeks and crack and then my anus.
She dropped her hand down over my pussy and then to caressing my inner thigh.
I couldn't wait anymore. I needed to see her naked, so I swung my leg over her and sat on the bed. Without a word I lifted her Midnight Oil tee shirt up.
Sandy laughed and sat up off the pillows. She helped me pull her tee shirt up over her large breasts and over her head. I gazed in awe at her perfectly formed breasts. They were firm, peach-shaped with large pink areolas.
I leaned forward to touch them and Sandy leaned hungrily into my caressing hands. I explored her tits and then kissed them and sucked gently as her nipples hardened under my tongue.
As I was doing this Sandy was moaning in lust and then I realised she was hooking her fingers in the waistband of her old tracksuit and trying to push it down over her hips.
I stopped sucking her nipples and pushed her back onto the pillows. Then I pulled her pants down, catching her knickers with them so that in another second she was naked and exposed to my view.
And what a sight! Sandy's body was beautiful. Hr perfectly formed hips and thighs. Her flat stomach. And a beautiful vagina, lips tight together, without pubic hair except for a small landing strip.
I hovered over her and ran my hands all over her torso. I pulled her legs apart, whispering all the time, "You are so sexy - so beautiful, Sandy."
I slipped my fingers down over her pussy and with legs spread her lips parted and my fingers touched her warmth and wetness and excitement for the first time.
Moments later I was licking her pussy, tasting her sweet juices, tonguing her clitoris and thrusting two fingers up her pussy hole.
It didn't take me long to make her cum, her juices spreading over her thighs and my fingers as she shook with the orgasm.
Then I slid my cum-covered finger into her anus while I licked her clean. This took us both over the top.
The next hour or more was spent in frantic sexual release of both our pent-up sexual energy and lust for one another. We 69'd a couple of times, one on op and then the other. We looked closely at one another's sexual organs and touched and explored until we were exhausted.
We slept together, the sleep of the deeply satisfied.
In the morning we showered together after another bout of lovemaking.
My overall memory of that weekend is of us spending hours naked, or lifting one another's skirts or pulling down pants to have sex. Sex on the lounge, sex in the kitchen, in the bedroom, bathroom, even out in the yard with her bent over the wheelbarrow!
Sandy and I remained secret lovers for as long as I lived in her granny flat. That was about six months. And soon after I moved to other share-flats, Sandy broke up with her husband and moved north to Brisbane. I've lost contact with her but over the years, I have often wondered if she had other lesbian love affairs. My guess is that she did and is probably still making love with a woman or women to this day.
I'd love to meet up with Sandy again. Ours was some of the most exciting lovemaking of my life. I guess my fantasy is that she will read this and contact me. Just one more for old times sake, Sandy.
It was about a year after my sexual relationship with Sandy had ended that I met up with Roslyn during an Encounter group as part of my Social Work degree course. You can read that story in Nifty lesbian at:
1 Jan 09: Encounter Group - in the College section and 9 Jan 09: Roslyn and Janet - in the College section.
I can't recall now whether or not my brief sexual encounter with Nicola - an Internet date - happened before or after my relationship with Claudia. It doesn't really matter. You can read both stories in Nifty lesbian as follows:
27 Jan 09: Sex With Nicola - in the Encounters section.
14 Feb 09: Janet and Claudia 1 and 2 - Adult friend's section.
There's one more story for me to tell you that happened a couple of years after Claudia, when I was in my mid-50's.
I was at a Social Workers Conference for our annual three day live-in Conference. This particular year we gathered at a Queensland Hotel and Conference Centre. There were about 40 of us there, predominantly females as Social Work is very much a female dominated industry. It was basically the same group that met each year and came from all over Australia. We had little or no contact with one another in the year between Conferences.
One of the women, Jane, also in her 50's, was a woman that I had got to know a couple of years before, and I was strongly attracted to her. I sensed she liked me too, but I wasn't sure whether or not she was sexually attracted to even women or me in general, as Jane was married and had two or three teenage children. I had sensed that her marriage was not in good shape, but that's all.
Anyway, I was really excited to see Jane was still in her job and had come to the Conference. And I was still strongly attracted to her. Jane looked really good. She was about my height and had short, curly blonde/brown hair, a lovely complexion, lips that I longed to kiss, blue/grey eyes, large boobs and a bum whose shape I could easily see in the tight stretch pants that she mostly wore.
Jane had a sweet, friendly personality and we were both excited to see one another on the first evening of the Conference.
Later, over a couple of glasses of wine, Jane and I, having been a part of group conversations, found ourselves sitting apart from some of the others who still hadn't gone to bed, catching up with our lives over the last year.
During that conversation Jane confirmed that her marriage was not in good shape and she was seriously thinking of separating from her husband. I empathized with her journey. Beneath all our words, it was obvious to me, and I think it was to Jane, that we were both very attracted physically and sexually to one another.
When we said goodnight we hugged and kissed one another on the lips. God, I could have dragged Jane off to my room there and then (we all had our own rooms), but something told me not to push too fast. Twenty-four hours later, when we did go to bed together, Jane told me she had felt just the same that first night. She did what I did - masturbated in bed to release her pent-up sexual juices.
The next afternoon, after a morning of workshops and lectures, we had a free afternoon. Jane caught my eye and said, "Do you want to go for a walk, Janet? There's a nice walking track through the bush here." (The 'bush' is Aussie-speak for open country with trees, woods, etc).
"I'd love to," I said quietly. "I'll meet you here in ten minutes. Let me put on some clothes more suitable for walking."
Getting changed I hoped and prayed that no one else saw us and decided to tag along. I wanted Jane to myself. My wish came true. We got away on our walk alone.
We walked through the trees along a bush track for about twenty minutes until we came to a cluster of rocks shaded by several large gum trees. We sat in the shade, drank from the water bottles we had with us and fell into a deep and sensual conversation.
We started, tentatively at first, and then more boldly, to confess feelings we had for one another. Jane knew I was lesbian in my sexual orientation. She told me that she was bi-sexual, but was now bored with her husband and sex with the man. She had been having some intense memories of lesbian experiences she had had as a teenager and before she got married. These memories excited her far more than any recollections of sexual experiences she had had with guys.
I told Jane I had had sexual feelings for her since we first met at the Conference a couple of years before and I had often thought of us going to bed together at one of the Conferences.
I then went for broke, asking Jane to come to my room tonight and we could spend the night together.
Jane wanted to but was also nervous about anyone else realizing what was going on. I encouraged her as I was by now quite determined to get her into my bed.
As we got up to head back to the Conference Centre, we hugged and I kissed Jane on the lips. She returned my kiss, but then pulled back, laughing nervously and looking around to make sure we were not seen.
I sensed that I'd still have to go slowly, though we did hold hands walking back until we came out of the bush area onto the road.
Back at the Conference Centre we had afternoon tea and then I went to my room for a shower and to change. As I dried myself and dressed again, I hoped that Jane would knock on my door or just burst in, rip off my clothes and her own and we'd fall on the bed touching, kissing, fucking and sucking one another. It never happened.
We had another training session before tea and I found it hard to focus on anything except Jane and her perfume right next to me.
Eventually the evening came and as was our custom, we all gathered in the large lounge room, in front of the open fire. A couple of guitars came out and with the wine and beer flowing; we sang the songs of our era.
This was the time, once a year, where we all let our hair down. Most of us spend most of the year dealing with dysfunctional people and counselling in abuse situations, so being able to let go and act like silly buggers with loud drunken singing and dancing was our once-a-year night of "letting it all hang out!"
Towards the end of this evening, I was sitting on a lounge with Jane lying along the lounge with her head resting on my lap. Both of us, like everyone else, had had a few drinks, though we were not as drunk as we were making out so that we could be this close without arousing suspicion.
I was stroking Jane's hair. She was lapping it up. Many of the group had already gone to bed. Eventually Jane sat up, yawned, and said she was off to bed. I got up and said, "Me to."
I followed her out of the room and whispered over her shoulder, "My door will be unlocked if you come."
Jane turned around in the passageway just outside my room, hugged me, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said, "Good night, Janet."
"Good night, Jane."
She turned and walked off up the long passageway towards her room. I followed her bottom in tight blue jeans as she walked away from me.
I opened the door of my room, came in, closing it behind me, but leaving the latch up, so Jane would just have to push it open if she came to my room. But would she? I felt sick inside, with a foreboding that she wouldn't come.
I undressed, had a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and stood naked, drying myself for ages with my towel, hoping that Jane would walk in while I stood there naked. But she didn't.
Reluctantly, I put off the lights and climbed into the double bed naked. I lay there for a few minutes willing Jane to come to my room. She didn't. I turned off my bedside light and lay in the darkness listening to the sounds of the night as everyone settled down to sleep.
I must have dozed off because suddenly I was awake as Jane climbed into bed next to me. The room was very dark and I couldn't see her as she settled next to me on the pillows and whispered in a low excited voice, "Hello."
Then her arms went around me and we kissed. I have to say it was kissing that I will never forget for as long as I live. Slow, sensual, open-mouthed kissing. We devoured one another with our lips and mouths and tongues for ages.
Then Jane whispered between our long, wet and sensual kisses, "You kiss so beautifully."
"So do you," I responded before pushing my tongue into her mouth again.
I stroked Jane's hair and kissed her mouth. Then her eyes and cheeks. I licked her ears and she squirmed, grabbing hold of me and hugging me closely. Her hands wandered from my back down over my bottom.
"Oh, my, you're naked," she whispered.
"And you will be soon," I responded, as I felt the shape of her breasts through the flimsy nightgown Jane was wearing.
"Yes, please," she said in my ear. "Touch me, Janet, please."
I ran my hand down her body until I reached the hem of her short nighty. I slipped my hand up under her nighty and reached for her full and round breasts. I kneaded her tits and caressed her nipples with my fingers as I leaned over her and kissed her mouth again.
Jane was now almost under me and she was playing with my bottom cheeks and trying to feel me between my legs.
I slid up her body slightly giving her access to my pussy from the back. I felt her fingers sliding through my juices and feeling along my labia lips.
I kissed her hard, sliding my tongue around inside her very wet and sensual mouth.
As Jane's hand came away from my pussy, I knelt up, pushing the bedclothes back. I took hold of the hem of her nighty and started lifting it up. Jane sat up in the darkness and helped me to get the nighty over her shoulders and head and off. I could just see the shape of her in the dark and the nighty that I thought was black in colour.
Naked now, Jane lay back on the pillow and I leaned down to kiss her nipples. She stroked the back of my neck and head, pulling my hair and whispering, "Yes! Yes please."
I spent minutes licking and sucking her beautiful breasts and running my hands over and under them, before I slid down, kissing Jane's belly and lower. I sensed her anticipation as she breathed more heavily and spread her legs, urging me by body language to keep going south.
In the darkness, I could just make out the shadows of her vagina and I ran my fingers through her curly pubic hair. Her aroma was sweet and musky and unmistakable. I slid a finger along her slit and she gasped and lifted her hips. Jane was very wet and ready for my penetration. I pressed my two fingers against her hole. Then they slid inside and I could feel her heat and her muscles moving and responding to my exploration of her tunnel of love.
I lowered my mouth onto her pubic hair and gently kissed her pubes. I felt around until my tongue felt her clitoris, standing up erect from its hood. I suckled her clit and started to fuck her pussy with my to fingers.
Jane moaned and heaved and grabbed hold of my head with her hands to press me even closer.
"Oh! Oh! Fuck, fuck me!" she hissed through clenched teeth.
I kept up my pumping and sucking and licking until I felt her jump and spasm and her juices flooded out over my fingers and the musk aroma was so strong. She tasted salty.
I lay still with my fingers still inside her and my mouth resting on her pubes. As I lifted my head and withdrew from her pussy, I had to spit and pull a few loose pubic hairs from my mouth.
Jane sat up and I heard her fumbling around next to the bed. Suddenly a bright light blinded me. She had switched on the bedside light. I sat up squinting. As my eyes became accustomed to the light, I just had to drink in with appreciation the person sitting naked in front of me. Jane was smiling. Her face and neck red. Her breasts, full and with reddened nipples that stood up, swung just before my eyes. I followed down her body. She sat with legs still spread and I lustfully looked at her open-lipped pussy with matted light brown pubic hair sparsely spread over her pubes.
"You are so sexy, Jane. I have imagined you naked so often and now here you are, in the flesh!"
We both giggled softly, conscious not to be heard by adjoining rooms.
Suddenly, we both started as we looked towards the door that was slightly open.
"Oh, my god!"
I tumbled from the bed to close the door and flick the latch. Jane had come in and not closed it properly. I turned to see Jane looking appreciatively up and down my naked body.
"I can't wait to explore you," she whispered with a giggle. "Turn around again. Let me look again at your bum. Yes, you are so sexy, Janet. Come here. Let me do to you what you've been doing to me."
As I climbed back onto the bed I remember noticing that Jane's nighty was in fact dark red in colour. It lay crumpled on the floor near her pillow.
Jane pushed me down flat on the bed. Then she sat astride me, her breasts floating tantalizingly over me. She looked down at me smiling.
I don't know what she planned next, but I was sliding my cupped hand between her legs and slipping my fingers once again into her slippery pussy.
"Oh, god, sweet Jesus," I heard her mutter as she rose up on her knees, giving me more access.
I slid three fingers inside her pussy and finger-fucked her again. And as Jane leaned forward, pushed by my active hand, I lifted my head off the pillow to suck her breasts.
She sat down on my hand and I had difficulty extracting my fingers from up her pussy. I cupped her fanny and then slid my index finger against her anus and gently pressed.
"You are so wicked!" she said, leaning over my face. "Stop! It's my turn."
Jane climbed off me and indicated for me to slide down the bed. I did and she signaled me to keep going until my legs were over the bed end and my feet were on the floor and I was lying with my pussy on the edge. Jane climbed down and knelt between my legs, which she pushed further open. I knew she was gazing at my shaven pussy.
I closed my eyes and anticipated her touch. It came seconds after I felt her breath on my fanny. Her soft, sensual finger tips exploring my labia lips and then a finger sliding down my slit. Next I felt her tongue licking my outer lips before she spread me open and pushed her tongue into my cunt.
It was sensational. My dreams of two or three years were coming true.
Jane licked my pussy slit over and over while she slid juices from my excitement around my anus before slipping a finger inside my anus and feeling me up.
Meanwhile her tongue licked my slit and also now focused on my engorged clitoris. Jane kept this up for ten minutes or more, slowly taking me closer and closer to a climax.
In my excitement I pressed the back of her head with my hands. Then, as she licked my slit, I took over stimulating my own clit and Jenny licked me furiously.
"Oh, oh! I'm cumming!" I whispered, trying to control my voice. "Keep going?.. yes, yes, yes??.. now, now NOW!!!" My body shook with spasms and my orgasm vibrated through my groin and seemed to rise up through my stomach. My breasts were sore and my nipples felt as hard as iron.
Jane pulled back. She fingered me gently.
We climbed back onto the bed and got under the covers, hugging one another closely.
We resumed our kissing and stroking.
Eventually we turned off the light and fell asleep in one another's arms.
I woke as dawn was breaking and felt Jane's hand rubbing my bottom cheeks. I did the same to her.
Then I asked her to kneel up on the bed so I could see her bum and between her legs from behind and below her.
"Lie flat, Jan," she whispered, and I'll 69 you."
Jane climbed over me and backed her large full bottom over my face. I was in paradise looking and touching her pussy and bum hole and visually exploring her.
Jane sat back letting me do it for awhile before she leaned forward to once again lick my pussy and play with my bits.
Then we heard movement outside the room and knew some early risers were up and about.
So we got up and had a shower together. A last opportunity to touch one another and enjoy each other's naked bodies.
After we dried one another, Jane slipped on her red nighty, kissed me deeply and, peeking round my door to see the coast was clear, she headed off to her room.
Hours later, after lunch, we were able to slip into an empty room for a few minutes and passionately kiss one another goodbye.
I never saw Jane again. She went back to her home and work and we did have a couple of brief phone calls. Then I heard down the work grapevine that Jane had left her job and her marriage. She moved and I have lost contact with her. But I'll never forget our night of passion in room 17 of that Conference Centre.
All the rest of my stories that follow on Nifty lesbian, with the exception of "Personal Assistant", which is a story told to me by one of my friends, are all the sexual encounters I have had since my night with Jane.
See the following:
1 May 09: Nurse Julia - in the Encounters Section.
12 Nov 09: Sex in India 1 and 2 - in the Encounters section.
14 Dec 09: Adventures With Barbara - in the Adult friends section.
5 Jan 2010: A Quickie With Tina - Encounters section.
1 May 2010: Personal Assistant - Adult Friends section.
Well, I've got to the end of my life's sexual journey (I think). Of course, even at my age of 66, I may still be lucky enough to have the occasional feeling-up session with one of my friends or a stranger that I meet who is willing, but I don't count on it.
What I do enjoy now is contact from women through email - no men please - who may want to write to me with their true erotic stories. I will be very honest with you, dear readers; I love to masturbate to true accounts of lesbian sex. So I invite you to write to me.
Janet Pitman.
Write to: janetsconfessions@gmail.com