It was a fine morning they both thought as they emerged from a small Guesthouse in the Highland village of Lochinver, a gorgeous fishing port set in the West coast of Sutherland in Scotland. June was the taller of the two women, towering a whole 12 inches above her partner Pix, but 5 years younger.
It was mid August, the skies were a clear royal blue and the sun shone down warming the air to above 20 degrees. A mild breeze blew away any hint of Scottish midges, whilst Pix's hair wafted over her face as she attempted to gather herself for the day ahead. June had short dark hair, which was still wet from an earlier shower, drying it in the morning sunshine seemed the natural thing to do.
A few tourists wandered the street looking into shop windows and just taking in the atmosphere. June and Pix entered a small shop with a café, just beyond their accommodation, to get some provisions for their walk into the hills. Pix was giggling as she followed June, who seemed to be the leader of the two. Some homemade sandwiches were on the counter, ham, cheese, and tuna. Whilst Pix debated with herself over what to have, the more decisive June picked a couple of Tuna sandwiches along with some bottled water and a couple of fruit bars. Pix paid the friendly shop assistant who looked at them and smiled.
Two women sharing a double room in a guesthouse in the Scottish Highlands soon caused a bit of a gossip amongst the locals, but no-one really cared, especially June and Pix. They had an obvious connection between them that showed their complete love and affection for each other. Times were changing, but these highland villages, always behind in their thinking, seemed fixed in an older time. There was something special in that, even if two gay woman found it a little archaic.
Pix took June's hand as they walked out of the village through a gate and along the river bank, gradually climbing above the village. The heather,in full bloom with pinkness. covered the hillside, and an aroma of heather pollen filled their nostrils. It was special.
Pix followed in Junes footsteps along the path desperately trying to keep up. Being a foot shorter, her steps were not as long, so at times she was almost jogging. June's slim and sexy legs slowing down, on occasion, to allow Pix to keep up. It was a day to be spent together, not walking one behind the other. Had there been any onlookers, it would have been clear that these two women loved one another; their connection was unbreakable, and their love for one another beamed from them almost as strongly as the sun beamed down upon them.
Laughing, chatting, giggling - something they did so often togethee - they talked of their adventure.
The higher they climbed, the smaller the river became, small waterfalls cascading over the rocks; an eagle soared above in the warm thermals. Not another person for miles, just the natural beauty of the hillside.
Neither June nor Pix knew the area but they marvelled at its sheer beauty, peace and naturalness; it felt so good to be so close to nature at its best.
Stopping by a fabulous pool below a waterfall, the ladies decided to rest. June taking her backpack off, got out the sandwiches and a small rug which she spread on the heather-covered ground. The sweat on her back was clearly visible, something upon which Pix commented, as she giggled and lifted the hem of June's T-shirt over her head, letting it dry in the warm breeze.
Junes firm and sexy breasts were exposed to the fresh air, she rarely wore a bra when relaxed, there never seemed a need, and today was no different. Pix gave each nipple a sweet kiss as she so often did. June looked down at her lover, her partner, her all. Pix looked up, smiling.
Looking at each other, and then the mountain pool, they both had the same idea. Pix, who was an odd mixture of propriety (an upper-class background and all that) and mischief (often provoked by June's presence), giggled as she stripped. She started with her walking boots, which were followed by top, shorts and panties. Smiling at June, she jumped into the pool making a spash.
"Hurry up June," she shouted, "it's lovely!"
"Oh and that's why your nipples are so hard?" June laughed.
"No, that's your fault! Come on, in you get!"
Smitten by the sight of her naked lover playing the water nymph, June stripped too, jumping in, only to shiver at the touch of the cold water. Her nipples suddenly hardened, as she broke out in goosebumps. But she hardly had time to worry about that, as Pix jumped on her, and they both ended up under water, gasping for air as they surfaced.
