Laurel's Journey Into Lesbianism

Hello, it`s Laurel Welland back with more of my confessions concerning my Lesbian journey. One, of which more later, was, perhaps, the most unusual adventure I`d had so far in my story. But both were, predictably, all down to my friend Ginny. I have already told you about how Ginny and I got together for a wonderful night of lesbian lust after we had both posed for some nude photographs. Then we had another session, this time involving another girl, Angie. It was that which convinced me of my lesbian preference.

Ginny and I continued to enjoy each other`s bodies, and Angie joined in when she had the time. Remembering the time some years before when we had all gone out to a beach on the Gower and flaunted our bodies in little bikinis,Ginny suggested we should plan a further trip when the weather was fine.

It was the end of my second year at Afon Gan University and the summer was heating up. We knew there were beaches on the Gower where nudity was allowed, but we wanted seclusion as well se we could fuck in the sand dunes. A lovely hot weekend was forecast so we brought in a picnic hamper, obtained suitable large towels on which to lie, and decided on what we should wear, which was little crop tops ending just below our tits, and cut off jeans slung low on our hips to reveal our navels. Under that we would have very little bikinis.

The day itself arrived, as did Angie who was to drive us to our destination We loaded everything into the car and set off. Our conversation soon became "fruity." Angie asked a question.

"I take it you two randy bitches will come with me for a nude walk on the beach?"

"You bet," Ginny replied, and I`m hoping there will be plenty of people there to see us. Nudity is tolerated where we are going, but sexual display is not, so any blokes who see us are not supposed to get boners on."

We all giggled at that, and I said, "That`s so unfair, isn`t it? We girls can flaunt ourselves and enjoy that feeling of exhibitionism, but a bloke can`t show his appreciation by having a stiff prick. I`d love to see a gang of blokes in little speedos getting a hard on as we walk by. Just imagine the way their cocks would tent out the front of their briefs and the wet patch that would show. Then they might peel their speedos down and wank as we watch."

"You have a filthy mind, Laurel Welland," Angie chuckled, "but I know what you mean. It`s like when we pose for nude pictures. We all know what their purpose is, which is to allow men to have a wank. But though we enjoy posing we also enjoy the thought of all those blokes buying a mucky mag from a newsagent, hurrying home with it well concealed, going up to their bedrooms, stripping off, getting some lubricant on their stiff cocks and then wanking over us. God, much more talk like this and the crotch of my bikini will get wet!"

So we went on our "fruity" way until we reached the beach we wished to visit and parked the car. We stripped down to our bikinis and beach sandals. Ginny and Angie carried the picnic hamper into which we had also placed suntan lotion, and I followed with the beach towels.

Making our way down to the beach we soon reached the foot of the dunes and walked towards the "clothing optional" area. When we arrived we were rather sad not to see many more naked people. There were a few in the distance, a couple of naturist families where the women were topless while the men were nude, but certainly not the kind of lecherous blokes we had fantasised about.

We looked about for a place to set up our camp. Angie spotted a place in the dunes which appeared to be a hollow secluded from the beach itself. We clambered up and found it was perfect, one of a number of such hollows along the foot of the dunes, but only accessible from the beach itself.

We laid out our towels and stripped off our bikinis to revel in the sun and the joys of being naked together, and then decided to take a walk along the beach, hand in hand. We went down to the sea and paddled for a while. I suppose we hoped that bunch of horny guys would show up to have a wank while we teased them, but they did not. We therefore returned to our hollow and began to apply sun tan lotion to our bodies.

We paid particular attention to rubbing it over our tits and nipples and that made us feel randy.

"Laurel`s a sexy little bitch," said Angie, "just look at how much she`s enjoying playing with her tits."

"Sexy bitch, yourself," I replied, "you`re enjoying playing with your tits, and you like to see me play with mine."

At that Angie lunged across and pinned me to my towel, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Her hands played with my tits and then found their way between my legs. Ginny got in on the action by playing with her cunt. She then positioned herself by kneeling with her legs spread either side of my body so I could lick her while Angie went down on me. In that position Ginny was able to raise her head and look over the edge of our hollow.

I was unable to make much noise as my mouth was full of Ginny`s cunt while Angie was tongue fucking me, but I could hear Ginny talk.

"Oh, Oh, OOH, UGH, yes, Laurel, just there, Oh, MMMM, OOOH, God, that feels so good, MMMMM, OOOH, AAH, Go on, Go on, OH, shit, there`s a couple walking by, can they hear us? OH, FUCK, I DON`T CARE IF THEY CAN, I`M CUUUUUMING!!!

I reached my own climax at about the same time and let out another squeal of delight as Ginny slid off me. We all ended up in a pile in out hollow giggling at what had just happened.

We asked Ginny if she thought we had been detected.

"They almost certainly heard us as they stopped for a while and looked this way, and they surely saw my head pop up and look at them. My face must have given the game away," she told us.

Then she added, "It was a bloke and a girl. Almost certainly here to fuck. She was wearing a tiny bikini, while he was in little speedos, and he was certainly quite well endowed. I think they have gone into one of the hollows a little further along."

What were we to do? We were here for sex, and we wanted that, while we guessed our young couple also wanted pleasure. Were we going to be noisy and let them know what was going on, or should we be quiet? That was, we knew, impossible as we were all very noisy when we fucked.

I said, "They have almost certainly guessed what`s happening here and they did not go away, indeed they are only a few yards from us. I vote we let it rip and let`s hope they respond."

So that`s what we did. It was Angie`s turn to be tongue fucked and she lay down on her towel ready for me. Ginny edged her way up to the top of the hollow to peer around. She at first kept her tits within the cover of the dune, but as Angie and I got down to sex she allowed them to be exposed.

I gave Angie my full attention and soon she climaxed in her usual noisy way.

"AAAAAGH, UUUUUUGH, YEEEEEEEEES, YEEEEEEES, OOOOOOGH, SHIT, FUCK, THAT IS SO BLOOOOOODY GOOOOD.!"

Ginny slithered down beside us, and giggled, "I reckon they are fucking doggy style. Their hollow is not as deep as ours and I can see her head resting on her arms while the upper part of his torso is visible and he`s rocking back and forth. Listen, you can just about hear what is happening."

We held our breath and the sound of sexual moaning could be heard. It turned us on and we began to play with our cunts letting our own moans grow in volume. A squeal of delight came from the neighbouring hollow and we all gave a great cheer.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in very pleasurable activity in both hollows until the end of the best sunshine told us it was time to pack up and get off home. We put on our bikinis, wiped the sand from our bodies, gathered our towels and the hamper and stood up to walk back to the car.

As we did so our young couple emerged from their hollow. They grinned sheepishly at us and made to walk away. Ginny stopped them.

"Don`t know who you two are, and we will probably never meet again, but thanks for your company, we hope you have enjoyed ours."

The girl responded, "Thanks to you as well. I have never known his prick to get hard so many times, and for the first time I got him to go down on me, so it`s been lovely."

With that she led a clearly somewhat embarrassed young man away, but then turned a blew us a kiss. It had been a fucking good afternoon we all agreed, and we still had the hamper to eat back at Ginny`s place where there was yet more sex until the early hours.

That was a summer of fun, but also one of profound change for me. I have already told you that I was brought up by my Grandfather and my Auntie Meghan as my Mother had me "accidentally" while my father had departed to the USA. My Mother did visit me during my childhood and teenage years, and she was always kind and generous to me, but I cannot say we were close,. That began to change once I went to University and she took much more of an interest in what I was doing.

Mother came to visit us from London during that summer. We had a long and frank talk which initially began with her asking what I planned to do once I graduated. I told her that I wanted to do a Masters degree and that there was a suitable course at Queen Alexandra College in London but obviously that would involve costs and I would need somewhere to stay.

Her eyes filled with tears as she responded to what I had said.

"Laurel, darling girl, I have not been a very good mother to you, but now I might in some way be able to make things up to you. Don`t worry about money or accommodation.

So far as money is concerned you have an inheritance coming to you, and that is one of the reasons I am here today. Your Father, Raphael De San Sebastian, has died in the States. He had a wife there and you have a half sister. The wife is also deceased and her family is bringing up the little girl. However, though Raphael deserted me, to give the bastard his due he never forgot you. Part of your upbringing costs have come from him. He has also remembered you in his will and you will receive half of his estate, and continuing royalties from his records. I am in touch with his attorneys and it`s all going through. It`s not going to be wealth beyond the dreams of avarice, but it will help considerably.

So far as accommodation is concerned, my business in a small side street just off the Tottenham Court Road has a flat over the office. I`m sure my partner, Pete, will agree that you can live there."

I flung my arms around her and we cried as we hugged. I had no knowledge of my Mother`s partner and I asked, "Who is Pete?"

"Ah," Mother responded very slowly and cautiously. "Pete is actually Peta. You see, Laurel, I have found love and fulfilment in a lesbian relationship, does that shock you?"

I burst out laughing as I hugged her once more, "Shock me, no never, you have just made me more happy than I thought possible. I`m bi-sexual, it`s like mother like daughter!"

"Oh," she gasped, "you too? I`ve often wondered whether I could have passed something of my very misspent youth on to you, but tell me, are you happy with your sexuality? I`m guessing you are--yes? OK, I should let you know that after I graduated and became a free lance musician in London I got in with a very Bohemian crew. There was a lot of drinking, drug taking and bed hopping involving both sexes.

Then I met your father, Raphael who was few years older than me. Sex with him was wonderful. He was a most considerate lover and he really knew how to please a woman. In addition his power of recovery after a fuck was incredible. I made the error of mistaking good sex for love and I fell for him totally. But he was not in love with me, he needed "freedom" as he put it. I put up with that for a while and we gigged around the UK, Europe and the States.

You, my darling, were the outcome of a failure of contraception, and quite how that happened I do not know. But Raphael reacted very badly and thought I had become pregnant deliberately to trap him, so he left me. I was in no fit state emotionally or financially to pursue him via the law or to look after a small child. So I entrusted you to my Father and Sister.

Eventually I got my act back together, and started to play once more. I also started to act as an agent for other musicians and that became my main business. For a good while I was celibate, but I found I needed sex. I knew I did not want another man after Raphael. I remembered that I had enjoyed sex with women so I ventured into the London lesbian world and met Peta.

She is my rock, and I love her dearly. She is an accountant by training and her skills have transformed my business because we can handle clients` tax issues as well as finding work for them.

Peta wants to meet you and now I have do much to tell her. You will come to London, soon, please Laurel. We have so much catching up to do, and we need to let you look at where you may well be living."

All of that was rather too much to take in easily. I had to spend time thinking about and coming to terms with what I had learned about myself and my Mother. Ginny and Angie were both supportive and I spent quite a few nights just being cuddled by one or the other of them as I poured out my thoughts and feelings. How would I get on with my Mother in London, how would I react to Peta, how would she react to me?

I did make one trip to London to see where I could be living, It was small but OK. I knew I could manage there. I also met Peta who was jolly, chubby and welcoming. I concluded that life in "the big smoke" could be OK, though I worried about leaving home and loved ones.

But with the start of the final year of my degree I had to leave too much speculation to one side and get down to work to insure I got the degree results I needed for a Post Grad degree. It was then that Ginny got me involved in what has been, at least so far, my most unusual sexual activity.

She had commenced a part time photographic course at a local FE College and, knowing that I was still waiting for money to come to me from my American inheritance, she asked me if I was interested in doing Art Modelling on one of the College`s other courses.

"You`re used to posing nude so it will be a doddle for you and the money is not bad," she wheedled me. "Go on give it a try."

So I made my application to the college and was interviewed by the Art Class Leader, Aline Lotterton. I guessed from the way she looked and dressed that she was middle aged and sexless. She wore no make up, her iron grey hair was tightly knotted in a bun. Her clothing was loose and baggy and her shoes were quite properly described as "sensible." I also guessed her age to be about fifty. "Poor old soul" I thought she`s missed the boat somewhere. Maybe she was even a Christian Union Virgin?

She interviewed me in a very business like fashion and asked whether I had ever posed naked before. I replied, truthfully, that I had, though I did not add that it had been glamour work. She then informed me of what would be required of me, to sit or stand naked while students drew or painted me. There would be breaks for refreshment and I was told I needed to bring along a robe to don while these breaks were taking place.

That all seemed OK to me, and so I signed up as an "artists` model."

The classes were part of a night school programme so I could easily fit them in after my studies at Afon Gan. I soon found that the task of being an "art" model was very different from glamour work. The latter can be very "concentrated," for want of a better word, with all the effort going into striking sexually provocative poses designed to rouse male lust. Maybe some female lust as well. Art modelling for a class is all about keeping still, having taken up a pose which reveals the body, but not in intimate detail. I had to discipline myself to hold the pose, and I was grateful that there were breaks.

It was during those breaks that Ms Lotterton began to talk with me, asking about my studies and plans. She was always kind and encouraging, and I began to warm to her, thinking she might be a lonely person who enjoyed the chance of conversation. So I began to ask about her work, thinking she might like to talk about that. She did not immediately respond and I stammered an apology.

"No, Laurel, please don`t apologise," she finally said. " I don`t normally talk about my own work here. It might not meet with approval. This is, after all, a very respectable evening class which draws on the classic western tradition of celebrating the human form with mild erotic overtones. My private work is very different, and it might embarrass you to know what I do."

"Ms Lotterton," I replied, "I have a confession to make. When you interviewed me you asked if I had ever posed naked. The truth is that I do glamour work, so I am used to sexually charged posing, and I am guessing that your private work is of that nature."

"Oh, yes," she gasped, " but break time is almost over, can we talk about this when the class ends?"

The session ended and the students departed. I should have gone into the dressing room to put on my clothes. Instead I stayed naked because an almost perverse idea had come into my head, what might sex with an older woman be like? I saw Ms Lotterton gazing at me and the look in her eyes combined with her obviously heavy breathing convinced me she was lusting for me.

"You have a lovely and desirable body, Laurel," she gasped. "I would so very much like to fuck you here and now, if you would accept sex with a middle aged dyke, but this is not the time and place, no matter how hot our lust. I want to paint you and then I want to have you, but that must be in private at my home studio. Can you manage this weekend? Please say yes."

I did, and I spent the next few days wondering what I had let myself agree to. Would Ms Lotterton be the shapeless old bird her clothing suggested, with flabby tits, a sagging belly, shapeless arse and a forest of pubic hair? But even so I was intrigued, and I kept asking myself why the idea of sex with an older woman was so compelling, but I could find no answer.

Saturday arrived and I made my way to Ms Lotterton`s home in the city`s leafy suburbs. I rang her doorbell and waited anxiously, the moment of truth was near.

The door opened and what I saw took my breath away. Gone was the bun and a luxurious mane of hair fell over my hostess`s shoulders. Iron grey it may have been but it was beautiful. She was delicately made up as befitted a woman of her age, making no attempt to mask occasional lines but instead emphasising her fine bone structure. I could smell her expensive perfume.

My eyes travelled downwards and I took in the sight of her silken robe which revealed a hint of an ample cleavage, and I saw that she was barefoot.

"Come in, dear Laurel," she greeted me warmly, and taking my hand almost pulled me inside her hallway.

"Thankyou, Ms Lotterton," I replied, still taken aback.

"Oh, please, Laurel, call me by my nickname, Lottie," she chuckled. "We are supposed to be friends--yes?"

She led me through to her studio and I was taken aback by the paintings on display which were erotic in the extreme. Every wall had depictions of naked women, many of them lying on a bed with their legs open so their cunts were clearly on view. I did not know much about art but I had heard of an artist known as Lucian Freud. Lottie`s women were adopting the type of pose he favoured, but they were painted in a much more realistic fashion so they reminded me of photographs,

"Well here we are," Lottie chortled, "Lottie`s totties, painted over many years. Everyone of those women I have fucked, some more than once, oh yes, oh yes. So now, Laurel, strip off. I have particular poses in mind for you. I will make pencil and charcoal sketches and take pictures of on my mobile to aid my painting. The finished work will take some time.