LESBIAN SEX ON MT. EVEREST
It's a few months since Marion and I made love to one another at the famous Base Camp on Mt Everest.
I keep reliving those moments though. Often now, when masturbating, I touch myself, imagining Marion's fingers are inside my pussy in that sleeping bag on the mountain.
I suspect, too, that the eroticism of the moment has a lot to do with my memories of my first lesbian sexual experience ever, when I was a teenager, in a tent with my Girl Guide friends (cf. my story, "The Girl Guides Camp").
I've heard it said, and I believe from my personal experience that it is true, that you always remember your first sexual experience.
And this sex with Marion, in a tent, in a sleeping bag, was my first experience of sex in a sleeping bag, since that initial experience more than forty years ago.
As you will know from my previous story ("Sex In India"), I had met Marion, a fellow traveller, in Dharamsala, India, and we had ended up having a lesbian affair.
My earlier story only told the details of our first sexual encounter.
After that we spent several nights together, mostly in my hotel room bed.
I quickly grew very fond of Marion. For one thing, she is so much younger than me, yet she was so passionate about making love to me.
It was a dream come true for me. Marion was the youngest woman (she is in her 30's) that I had had sex with in years.
I loved looking at her naked body. I loved kissing her and feeling her body against mine.
She had no trouble getting me off in a series of orgasms by the way she touched me, licked me and by how uninhibited she was about my body and hers.
So when Marion told me she was planning a trip to Nepal and to book on one of the treks to walk up to Mt. Everest Base Camp, I so wanted to go with her.
My plans to do a Buddhist meditation retreat in Dharamsala could be deferred, I easily justified to myself.
And, by going with Marion, I could prolong our relationship for a few more weeks.
I was apprehensive about how I would cope with the freezing conditions on the Himalayas, being a person who loves hot climates, and normally never goes anywhere where there is snow and ice.
In Australia, I live in the semi-tropical area of northern New South Wales. Winters don't exist for us!
I was also apprehensive about how I would cope with the high altitude of the Himalayas. Would I suffer from altitude sickness? Would I make it to Base Camp that is 17,575 feet above sea level?
Love and lust for Marion and the opportunity of a lifetime overcame all those fears, which I kept to myself. I just kept my fingers crossed that I wouldn't die on Mt. Everest! I didn't, and none of my fears were realised.
A few days later we were booked for an expedition leaving from Lukla via Kathmandu.
We had arranged to hire all the gear we needed, once we got to Kathmandu. Including thermal clothes, boots and arctic sleeping bags and the mandatory two-man tent.
When we got to Kathmandu and picked up the gear, we were advised and readily accepted an offer to have sleeping bags that are zipped together to make one double sleeping bag.
The guy in the store told us that by sleeping together high on Mt Everest we would be much warmer because of sharing body heat.
Later we wondered whether he had guessed we were sexual partners and whether his mind carried images of us sharing more than body heat in those sleeping bags? Whatever!
We joined our group of travellers going on the trek. Men and women, all ages and from any number of countries.
The trek from Lukla to Mt Everest Base Camp takes about eight days each way.
I could tell you lots of stories of adventures and sights seen along the way, for it was an experience I shall never forget.
I could try and describe my emotions at my first sight of the summit of Mt Everest, way up on the distant skyline. And how it changed each day, as we travelled up and up to Base Camp.
But I won't because this story is not written to tell you that.
What I want to share with you is my memories of the sight of Marion's bottom, shaped by her pants, as she walked in front of me, step by step, slowly, up the mountain trails.
And the memories I have of her undressing each night in our little tent before diving naked into our double sleeping bag.
I couldn't get enough viewing of her bare breasts, her pubic area and of her small, tight bottom, in the torchlight.
But it was so cold that we undressed one at a time each night, because of limited space in the tent and to watch one another, before snuggling together in the warmth of the zipped together sleeping bags.
These nights were the only moments on the whole trip that we felt free to display affection to one another.
We kissed for ages. Soft, sensual, open-mouthed kissing. Exchanging saliva, tongues probing, hot breath.
We played with each other's tits and, for short bursts, would go down and suck each other's nipples inside the sleeping bags.
The atmosphere was too cold to unzip and explore our breasts outside the sleeping bags.
The sleeping bags were so efficient that it was too hot to keep your head down there for more than a couple of minutes.
So mutual cunnilingus was almost out of the question up there. The only time we did lick and tongue one another's fannies was for me to stay dressed in the tent, pull my pants and undies down and let Marion go down on me until the cold around my bum and thighs got too much.
Then I'd do the same for her.
But mostly we satisfied ourselves, naked together, in the double sleeping bags, with our fingers and by kissing mouths.
We made love every night of the trek, in the tent.
Let me tell you about our one night at Base Camp.
Psychologically, it was the night of nights for us because we had this fixation that we wanted to have sex as high up Mt Everest as we could go. And Base Camp was it.
So here we were at 17,575 feet above sea level. It was like being able to say we've joined the Mile High Club!
I still wonder if any other women in the world have experienced lesbian sex on Mt Everest at Base Camp?
That night we were so excited. I mean, arriving at Base Camp (so much messier than I had imagined it to be), after eight days, and looking up at the awesome peak of Mt. Everest, still 11,460 feet above us, was, in itself, exciting. A dream come true.
But as night fell and the cold crept in, Marion and I looked at one another with lust-filled eyes. We couldn't wait.
I think we were the first of our group to head for our tent after visiting the portable loos, and to zip up the tent once we were inside.
We threw our headgear off and knelt facing one another.
We kissed for ages. At first tenderly, then with more passion.
"I feel so much love for you, Marion," I whispered in her ear as she caressed my neck, releasing the buttons at the top of my snow jacket.
"Me, too, for you," she responded in her strong Dutch accent.
We continued kissing one another.
Then we lay down, fully clothed, on top of the sleeping bags, the mattress under it insulating us from the cold and hardness of the ice covered rocks.
Marion was kissing my mouth and, at the same time, feeling for my pussy by pressing her hand into the crutch area of my insulated pants.
I pulled her closer and ran my hands over the bottom I had watched move for hours on end as we climbed the mountain passes.
Despite her layers of clothing I could feel the shape of Marion's twin globes and run my fingers down her bum crack.
And I could feel Marion's fingers feeling for my frontal `bits' through my heavy trousers.
Our tongues engaged one another furiously and our mouths clashed in our excitement and lust.
I wanted so much more.
"Let's get in bed!" I panted between kisses.
"Mmmmm, you go first," urged Marion.
We pulled apart.
She lay on her back watching me, her hand now pressed down between her own legs.
I lay on my back unzipping my boots and pulling them off. I tossed them aside and unzipped the series of zips and wrenched at the Velcro until I could loosen my trousers legs to get my socks off. Then to ease my trousers down my thighs.
Off they came and I hurriedly tore my thermal underwear off as well.
Now naked from the waist down, I knelt up on our bed and spread my legs.
Marion wasted no time. She slid her upper body between my legs from the back and reached up with cold hands to touch my rapidly cooling bare bum.
Meanwhile she lifted her face to my exposed fanny and started to lick up and down my slit.
I gasped as I felt her tongue pressing down on the sensitive areas of my exposed pussy.
As Marion licked me and sucked on my engorged clit her hands pressed hard against the flesh of my bottom to hold me close to her mouth.
It felt so nice, but I started to feel really cold below my waist as the freezing atmosphere of the mountain took hold.
While Marion continued licking me and sucking on my clit, I pulled off the rest of my clothes and felt the freezing air on my now naked body.
Were my nipples hard and pointy because of the cold or Marion's tongue doing amazing things inside my pussy?
Probably both.
"I'm freezing, Marion. Your turn sweetheart."
Marion reluctantly stopped playing with me between my legs and she let go.
I crawled forward, as fast as I could into our double sleeping bags and covered myself up to my shoulders.
Marion, above me, pulled off her boots and socks, her trousers and her undies.
My hand went down to play with my pussy as I watched.
What a delightful and erotic view it is looking up at your lover's naked body.
I stared up Marion's legs to her bush and her tight bottom.
"Come here," I urged her.
Marion crawled on hands and knees to where my face peeked out from the sleeping bag and she shuffled herself across my face, front on, and lowered her hairy fanny onto my face.
Her aroma and her wetness enveloped my senses. I breathed her in.
Marion spread her cunt lips apart with her fingers and guided the wide, open, red centre to my mouth.
I stuck my tongue out and tasted the saltiness of her juices and the texture of her intimate muscles.
I licked hr pussy, over and over, and I looked up at Marion pulling off her heavy top clothing.
As I licked, at the same time I luted after the underside of her small, perky breasts with their pointy nipples.
Marion started to shiver.
I reached up out of the sleeping bag and urged her by pulling on her hips – as I kept on licking her inner folds – to get into the sleeping bag with me.
I had to stop my oral sex of her as Marion climbed into our sleeping bag and we zipped up against the cold.
Lying close together, naked, faces and breasts touching, we kissed. We tasted our mixed juices on one another's mouths, and our arms hugged one another close.
For the next couple of hours we cuddled and kissed in the darkness and warmth of our sleeping bags high up on Mt. Everest.
We had all the time in the world.
We played with one another's breasts and took turns to go down and suck one another's nipples.
We kissed for hours. Both of us love kissing. It is so sensual kissing the mouth of another woman – soft and without the sandpaper face.
Our hands slipped down and into each other's pussies. We played with one another – sliding fingers along our slits, finger-fucking and spreading the juices over our engorged clits.
The first time we managed to cum simultaneously, laying side by side, on our backs, stimulating one another.
After some more kisses and cuddles, Marion lay on top of me and we slid our pussies together.
Then I slipped my right hand down between our bodies and Marion sort of half knelt above me, as much as the sleeping bags allowed, and I slipped my fingers into her wide open, very wet, pussy.
Three fingers inside her. Fucking her hard.
She panted and moaned and moved above me. I felt her small tits scrapping against my neck and chin.
I finger-fucked Marion until she burst with orgasm, her juices all over my aching fingers and hand, her legs shaking until she collapsed on top of me.
We fell asleep.
When we woke, hot and sweaty, Marion slid off me and we fell back to sleep wrapped in one another's arms.
Much later, I woke to feel Marion's hand cupping my pussy and her finger probing my hole.
I kissed her.
Then I rolled on top of her, lifting my weight off by supporting myself with my elbows and knees.
Marion slipped her hand under me and into my fanny. She returned the favour by fucking me, first with two, then three fingers.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Marion!" I urged her.
She pumped me faster and faster.
My breasts slid over her face and she kissed them as she fucked my cunt with her fingers.
When she sensed me cumming, she reached down with her other hand to probe my anus.
I exploded with an orgasm almost as big as Mt. Everest!
What a night!
One I'll never, ever forget. And a night I don't imagine Marion will forget either.
Wherever you are now, Marion, if you read this: thanks and I love you.
Janet Pitman.