This is the next of my true stories from my early life. I have always been lesbian in my sexual orientation. My earlier stories are on Nifty in chronological order, as follows:
Girl Guides Camp/Lisa at Girl Guides camp - in 'Highschool' section
A week's holiday with Lisa - in 'Highschool' section
Vivien in Scotland - in 'Encounters' section
Alisha and Janet/Janet and Alisha's weekend - in 'Beginnings' section.
I was 21 in the mid 1960's, and working as a reporter for my local newspaper, "The Andover Advertiser", in my home town in the south-west of England. I was very excited when the editor gave me the assignment of covering an Agricultural Expo in the Somerset town of Minehead. I was to drive down there in my little beat-up Mini Minor, on the Thursday, and I was booked into a room in one of the local pubs until the following Monday. The Expo ran on the Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I was to drive back to Andover on the Monday and have my story ready for publication by Wednesday evening. The paper was in the shops every Thursday. He told me to spend two days at the Expo and the third day (Sunday) "go and check out some of the local farming practices and incorporate them into your article."
I enjoyed the drive across country for four or five hours from Andover to Minehead and booked into my pub room without any problems. I wished I'd had one of my girlfriends with me, as I spent Thursday night alone over my meal and a wander around the town, where everything had closed after 5pm! This was the '60's and the town was dead. I remember returning to my room, thinking about Alisha and about Vivien up in Scotland. result: I was horny and, after getting into bed in my little room, couldn't sleep until I had relived in my mind some of the beautiful lesbian sex I had had over the past couple of years, while my fingers went to work on my wet pussy. Then I slept.
On Friday morning, the town was a hive of activity as the Agricultural Expo got into full swing. Farmers came from all over southern England for the Expo, it's sales and demonstrations. I was kept busy all day interviewing people, grabbing literature and taking photos galore because i knew my editor would publish one or two of them with my article and report.
Friday evening found me in the crowded bar of the pub where I was staying, mixing with the locals and town visitors. About 8pm I found myself hemmed into a corner bench seat with several other young women who were obviously locals. Very soon I was joining in their conversations and becoming a part of their group. Introductions all round, and I found out they were all friends and daughters of local farmers. The girl sitting on my right was Janelle from the village of Wheddon Cross, just a few miles south of Minehead up in the Dunkery Hills. Janelle told me her family ran a diary farm and supplied most of the milk to the area. Janelle was 19, tall, dark haired and very attractive to my eyes. We spent most of the evening talking together and buying each other drinks. I found out that she never had a man in her life (hope for me?) and I made sure she knew that I was unattached and in fact, not interested in getting 'hooked up' with any male (my strongest hint to her). Janelle admitted that she was very happy as she was, enjoyed her work on the farm and started talking about how conservative the country people are and the expectations they put on you to conform to marriage and so on. We were both a bit drunk by this time. i was agreeing with her and saying that, you know, people of different sexual preferences had to keep it hidden or they would be rejected. Janelle had her left hand resting on my right leg (I was wearing jeans) and she squeezed my leg as she made each point of our conversation.
Suddenly her friends were on their feet and ready to head home. One had not been drinking much and was driving the others. I could sense Janelle's reluctance to go but we both knew she needed to go home and she had work to do early the next morning on her family farm with milking the cows. I stood up and expressed to the group how nice it was to meet them all and I hoped we'd see each other tomorrow (Saturday) at the Expo. As they filed out I followed them to their car. In the darkness and while the others were preoccupied getting into the car, Janelle suddenly turned and faced me and kissed me hurriedly on my lips. "I'll be into the Expo by 11am. Can I meet you at the food tent? We could have lunch together," she blurted. I kissed her back and said that I'd love to. They roared off into the night and I went to my room, my heart pounding and feeling very drunk! Guess what I did that night laying naked on my bed? Only this time, I wasn't fantasying about Vivien or Alisha or even Lisa!
It seemed forever the next day until 11am ticked over. i hung around the food tent and started to get quite anxious as there was no sign of Janelle. She finally arrived, panting and hot, at 11.45am, full of apologies about getting away late as they were so busy down on the farm. "Have you got time to have lunch with me?", Janelle asked. "Of course, shall we eat here?" I said. We did and spent the next two hours together. I told her what I did and that I had all the info from the Expo that I needed and I talked about my need to go out around the countryside a bit to report on local farming practices for my editor. Janelle said, "Look, I've come in my own car today, and I need to get home early evening. Why don't you check out of your room, come with me to our place, stay tonight and tomorrow night and leave from our Wheddon Cross farm on Monday morning? You can drive home down the back roads to Taunton and pick up the main road there. And you can spend the day with me tomorrow on our diary farm and we'll give you heaps of information about the local farming and you'll have a report on the farm that produces all the milk for the area?"
I was stunned and delighted. Janelle took my hands in hers across the table, looked into my eyes and said, "My family will love to have you stay. We are a very friendly lot. But," she said slowly, looking right into my eyes, 'you'll have to share my double bed in my room, as I have two brothers and a younger sister and my parents. We are a houseful. Is that OK with you?" I sat back, then leaned forward, squeezed Janelle's hands and said, "That's no problem at all. I think I will quite enjoy snuggling up with you." Janelle laughed. "Great, it's all fixed then!"
We spent the rest of the afternoon at the Expo, then set off for her farm in the village of Wheddon Cross, with me following her car in my Mini Minor.
Janelle's family were lovely people, open and welcoming. I felt at home right away. The evening flew by with her brothers, sister and parents and we all retired to bed quite early, as they have to get up about 4am to bring the cows in for milking.
Janelle's bedroom was lovely. Very young woman style and right up at the top of their two-storey house in the loft. And yes, Janelle had a double bed!
Having already cleaned our teeth and been to the toilet - the house only had one bathroom - we both started to undress together in the bedroom. Neither of us spoke, but we were both conscious of looking at each other's bodies as our clothes came off. My memory is that I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and, having taken them off, I stood before Janelle with just my bra and panties on. I had a shortie nighty that I pulled out of my bag as I watched Janelle unzip her skirt and step out of it, exposing her panty-clad bottom to my lusting eyes. Then, with her back still to me she pulled her panties down, bending forward to take them off her feet, giving me my first glimpse of her pubic area and the fullness of her bare bottom. Janelle straightened up and without turning to face me, pulled her pullover over her head and undid the clasp of her bra. I was still standing there mesmerised in my underwear. I'm sure Janelle sensed I was watching her. She turned to face me - stark naked. I looked at her well-formed breasts with alluring nipples, down her flat tummy to her dark pubic hair that was untrimmed and hid her pussy slit from my gaze.
Janelle looked at me and spoke quietly. "Janet, you can wear your nighty if you want to, but I always sleep nude." I smiled while unhooking my bra, conscious of my breasts tumbling free to her gaze. "I'll join you," is all I said as I pulled my panties down my legs and kicked them off.
We climbed into the bed and snuggled down looking at each other. Janelle had left the bedside light on. "I've guessed that you've kissed girls before Janet," Janelle whispered, adding "and probably done a lot more?" I nodded. "Will you kiss me now, Janet?" In response I moved in close to her face and with eyes open, kissed her soft lips gently. Janelle sighed, put her arms around me, pulling me closer and kissed me back. She kept kissing and I felt her tongue teasing open my lips. I responded until our tongues and teeth and lips were fervently exploring one another. Our hands slipped to one another's breasts and carressed them. Our excitement was mounting quickly. I rolled on top of Janelle and she was pushing the bed covers back. I leaned down to kiss her neck. Then shoulders. Then to her breasts as Janelle arched up to me, whispering, "Yes! yes!" I took her nipples, one at a time into my mouth swirling them with my tongue. Then I felt Janelle's hand running across my bum and our pussy's ground together. My thin covering of pubic hair allowed me to feel all of hers and I realised we were both very wet. Now Janelle's hand moved around to squeeze between our bodies and down until i felt her fingers sliding over my pubic hair and down onto my pussy. Her fingers slid up and down my soaking pussy lips and then pushed their way inside. She was finger-fucking me as I kept kissing her breasts.
I rolled off and we lay side by side, Janelle keeping her fingers inside me. I slid my hand down to her pussy, feeling the thickness of her pubic hair and then finding her labia lips and their inner wetness. We both lay on our backs finger-fucking one another for a couple of minutes.
Janelle leaned up and took my breast into her mouth, licking and sucking on my nipple. Her fingers worked fast and furiously inside my vagina and I felt my orgasm coming on really fast. "I'm coming," I panted. "Shhh - we don't want to be heard", Janelle whispered and laughed. "Just lie back and enjoy," she said. I spread my legs and now with three fingers inside my dripping pussy, she masterfully brought me to a climax, until I had to squeeze my legs together and put my hand over my mouth to stifle my cries of ecstasy.
Janelle fell on me, kissing my mouth softly. We kissed for several minutes, loving the taste and texture of one another's mouths. Then we lay side by side, softly carressing one another, looking into one another's eyes and telling one another about our lesbian orientation and how we both had sensed it in each other. Janelle had only had one other lesbian experience with a friend of hers on another farm. The other girl was also 19 and they still got together for sex whenever they could. Janelle had not come out to her family, but she thought her mother was guessing that she liked girls more than boys. I told her of some of my experiences, going back to Lisa in the Girl Guides tent. My stories were making Janelle horny.
I kissed her lips and whispered, "Just lay back and enjoy." I quietly climbed out of the bed, pulled the bedclothes completely off of Janelle's naked body and got her to slide down until I could kneel on the floor at the end of the bed with her spread legs and very hairy vagina in front of my face. I started to explore her pubic area gently with my fingers and also planted soft kisses on her inner thighs. Janelle sucked in her breath and spread her legs wider. In the light of the bedside lamp I examined her vagina, pulling apart her outer labia lips and running my fingers over the red inner area. I gently touched her clitoris, which was now clearly visible. Then I blew on her pussy and then introduced her to my tongue, licking her slit from top to bottom. Janelle was gasping and stuffing her hand over her mouth as she lifted her pelvis to encourage me. I pushed my tongue into her pussy hole and tongue fucked her. Then I took my mouth up to her clit, licking and sucking it, while at the same time, introducing two, then three fingers into her pussy, pumping away and licking at the same time. Janelle's hands came down on my head, holding me there, as she bucked under me and kept whispering, "Fuck me, Janet! Fuck me, Janet!" Then I felt her girl-cum flooding all over my fingers and her body shook. I slowed my movements until I was once again gently carressing her vagina.
I got up and climbed on top of my new girlfriend. We kissed passionately, her love juices sliding around with our saliva over both our mouths.
We pulled the covers back up, snuggled in together and fell asleep in one another's arms.
Janelle shook me awake at 4am then leaned over me to kiss me. "Come on," she said, "time to milk those cows!" We dressed, threw water on our faces, and headed off to the top fields to bring the herd of cows down to the milking sheds. Then the milking by electric pumps and then putting all the milk through the cooler to sterilise
it. Then the bottling. By the time we had done all that, I had learned so much, and it was 8am and I was starving. We all sat down to a huge breakfast of cereal with lashing of fresh milk and cream, followed by bacon and eggs and toast until we were full.
An hour or so later, I was trying to get Janelle back up into her bedroom, but she shook her head and said, no, she'd take me on a tour of the farm and nearby area. As we walked around the farm, janelle said it was too obvious to go back to her room, but never fear, she didn't intend to waste the day!
We walked through the village, then up a path that took us, after an hour or so, right up into the hills. We were both dressed in jeans with t-shirts and anoraks to protect us from the cool wind blowing.
We reached a sheltered gully, surrounded by bushes and trees. Janelle took off her anorak and put it on the ground. I did the same and the two made a comfortable bed to sit on. Janelle turned to me, smiling. "I want to repay you for last night," she said. "You know, you going down on me. My girlfriend and I have never done that - yet! I've got a new trick to teach her now."
We looked around. no one anywhere to be seen. We both stripped off all our clothes and rolled together on the anoraks and then onto the grass. We kissed and looked at each other's bodies, playing with breasts and plunging our fingers into one another's vaginas. Janelle made me lie on my back and open my legs. Then she knelt next to me and dipped her head into my pussy area. I felt her licking my slit and pushing her fingers into me. then she started on my clit which quickly took me towards nirvana! As she did this to me i carressed her backside which, as she knelt next to me, was near my face. I slid my fingers under her and into her wet pussy. "Put your leg over me, Janelle," I commanded. Janelle did so and we were in a classic 69 position with her licking my clit and finger-fucking me and me feeling up her hairy pussy. As her bottom cheeks spread in front of my face, i couldn't help but see her anus. With fingers wet from her juices I slid my finger up and down her bottom crack and then probed, very gently, her anus. Janelle got more frantic getting me off as I touched her brown hole and I knew she was getting excited. I pushed my finger in and then, with both hands, one with a finger in her anus and one with two fingers in her pussy hole, I fucked her. She reached an orgasm before me and just had to stop licking me as she sat back on my face.
"Oh, my god!" was all she could say, over and over. Just then it started to rain and we shrieked as we hurriedly dressed and the rain got heavy and soaked us to the skin.
When we got back to the farm looking like drowned rats, we both took a bath - separately, unfortunately - then with Janelle's family we sat around the fire. The father and boys did the afternoon milking and the rest of the farm work. I wrote notes about life on a farm (not mentioning sex!) for my paper and before we knew it, it was tea time. Then bed again.
On that second night, Janelle and I stayed awake for hours, exploring one another's bodies; licking and kissing and fucking each other. Janelle went down on me again and this time brought me off. I encouraged her to look at my anus and put her finger into my rear entrance. I sensed she wasn't ready for brown-eye licking so i only finger-fucked her pussy and finger-fucked her anus, which she loved. We did a 69 twice, taking it in turns to be on top, until eventually, utterly exhausted and so satisfied we once again fell asleep in each other's arms.
I must have been exhausted because when I woke it was after 7am and the bed was empty. I washed up and dressed and packed my bag, knowing that this morning (Monday) I had to leave. They all teased me at breakfast for sleeping in, saying I'd never make a farmer, but Janelle defended me, saying she had deliberately got up quietly, because she knew I had a long way to drive today. How sweet of her.
We were able to steal a proper goodbye kiss and hug out of sight of her family before I left, knowing that we could not keep up the relationship as our lives were headed in different ways and we lived so far away from one another. Janelle said that she would always remember the gifts of my love I had given her and that she was positive now that falling in love with a woman was her future, no matter what the community thought.
I drove away from Wheddon Cross, heading back to Andover, feeling deeply satisfied, grateful to Janelle, and a little sad.
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Janet Pitman.