Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2009 09:02:15 +1100 From: Janet Pitman Subject: ENCOUNTER GROUP This is a true story relating to a sexual relationship I had with a woman in 1970, when I was 26. Roslyn was 28 at the time. I have written several other stories of sexual experiences I have had. If you want to read them in chronological,order, here is the list: Girl Guides Camp/Lisa at the Girl Guides Camp - in the Highschool section. A Week's Holiday with Lisa - in the Highschool section. Vivien in Scotland in the Encounters section. Alisha and Janet/Janet and Alisha's Weekend - in the Beginnings section. Janelle Down on the Farm - in the Beginnings section. Debbie - in the Encounters section. ENCOUNTER GROUP I was studying Social Work at a University up on the north coast of New South Wales, Australia. As a part of our training back in those days was the expectation that you would be in an Encounter Group experience. They were the 'in thing' with the belief that the group experience would open you up to your 'deeper, inner self.' There was a lot of truth in that. The group I joined consisted of 12 members. Ten were students and two were the facilitators. It was a mixed group,but I recall there were more females than males. The rules of the group were that the group made it's own rules and met for hours at a time on the first weekend, which was a live-in from 8pm Friday night to lunch time on the Sunday. Without an agenda we certainly went deeply into sharing our personal stories. The fact that I was a lesbian emerged, but I wasn't the only one in the group. I don't recall there being any gay males. Some people were 'living in sin' with a partner, some were married and others single and fancy-free. I was one of the latter. I found myself sexually attracted to about three of the women in the group. We were all in our late 20's or early 30's. And I was attracted to not only the declared lesbians. However, such attractions (and I'm sure others had similar experiences) were not declared in the group sessions over the weekend. There was one woman in particular that I found myself getting wet over. her name was Roslyn. Tall, thin and beautiful looking, with long straight brown hair and green/brown eyes. Roslyn was one of the married women and had a son, aged about six. She dressed in a full-body length dress for most of the weekend. Her breasts were well-developed for her body size and her bottom, shaped through the thin dress was to die for! Anyway, to cut a long story short, nothing happened over the weekend between us. Except, I do recall her, at one stage, sitting on a bean-bag opposite me with her dress bunched up around her knees. It was a hot weather weekend. We had fans in the room but it was still hot. Roslyn was trying to keep cool and in doing that, she often flashed me (unintentionally) a wedge of her white panties. I lusted after that view, whenever it came, like a bloke would at a party! After the weekend, our Encounter Group continued to meet, once a week, for three hours, in a room at the University. This went on for the rest of the term. Roslyn and I got to know one another more. One day, after group, she asked me to go with her for a coffee as she wanted to talk to me, "if you have the time." Of course I did! Over coffee, and through an agonizingly drawn out one-way conversation, Roslyn expressed her curiosity about lesbian sexuality, and finally got around to telling me that she had had a crush on a girl when she was in High School that went no further than them kissing one another and fondling each others breast, because they were terrified that it would mean they were lesbians. Roslyn thought that as a reaction to this she had married young. She told me she enjoyed sex with her husband but found that all her fantasies were about this girl at school and what it would have been like if they had gone all the way. Ros thought that kissing a girl was so much more erotic than with a bloke. With the honesty and communication skills of the Encounter Group training we had been having, it was not difficult for me to finally ask Ros what was the statement behind all she was telling me. Ros looked embarrassed and went bright red. "I guess I'm interested in experiencing a lesbian relationship. I don't know whether or not I'm going to pull the plug on my marriage, but I have to be authentic to myself. Maybe, deep down, I am a lesbian," she whispered, tears filling her eyes. I held her hands gently across the table. I nodded, saying nothing. "I don't want to offend you, Janet. I respect you and I like you very much. I guess I'm saying that I've thought about you sexually. And knowing from the group that you are a out-there lesbian ,,,,, I just wondered......." "Go on, Ros, say it," I encouraged her. Ros laughed softly and put her head down. Then she cried and reached for her hankie. "Come on," I said, "let's get out of here and walk for awhile." Ros jumped up like she was drowning in the cafe and afraid people were noticing. We walked around the beautiful University campus and I reached out to hold her hand. Ros took my hand gratefully. I told Roslyn i was open to being with her in a sexual way (made it sound real cool but the truth was I was crazy to see her naked and touch her beautiful body and lick her and kiss her). We established some boundaries. Ros wanted to tread carefully. Until she knew her destiny. She didn't want her husband to know. That meant being very careful in public because we lived in a country community and you never knew who you would see or who would see you. And, any private meetings would have to be at my unit. Her home was out of the question. And being students (with part-time work) we couldn't really afford to use motels very much. I suggested we meet after class the next day and head for the beach. We could find some secluded areas, there are miles and miles of beaches up here with very few, if any, people on them. So that's what we did. Only I took Ros to our local legal nudist beach which is north of Byron Bay. It wasn't a big shock to Roslyn. She, like most of us on the north coast, went naked or topless on our beaches, be they officially 'clothes optional' or not. But we moved up the beach to an area away from the few people there on this particular day. I was dressed in beach shorts and a cotton top which, once we had set ourselves up, hidden among the sand dunes, I quickly discarded. My breasts burst into view and I pulled my panties down. I was aware of Roslyn looking at my hairless pubes and my breasts before she pulled her cotton shift over her head, flicking her long hair out with her hands, then unclipping her bra. Her breasts were indeed larger than mine and so beautiful, with large dark nipples. Ros slipped her panties off allowing me to see her neatly trimmed pubic hair that did not hide her vagina from my view. Ros had large pussy lips that emerged invitingly from the pubic hair. We grinned at each other. "Come on," I said, "let's cool off first." I turned and ran for the water. Ros followed and we splashed around and swam for about ten minutes. It was a hot north coast day and the ocean was so refreshing. I followed Roslyn back up to our towels and gear, in among the sand dunes, and away from prying eyes. Following her, I admired (read lusted over) her bare bottom - tight and small and so inviting. God, I LOVE bums!! We stood together and I dried Roslyn's body with her towel, patting over her breasts and down her legs. Kneeling in front of her I looked closely at her pussy before using the towel to press into that area. She held onto my head and moaned. "Turn around," I said. I dried her bottom before dropping the towel and running my hands over her bottom cheeks and across the crack. Roslyn bent to pick up my towel, giving me an incredible view, for a moment, of her anus and pussy spread between her legs. I fell down on her towel and she knelt beside me and patted my body with my towel. But only for long enough for our faces to come close together. I put my hand behind her neck and pulled her lips towards mine. You never forget that first kiss. Tentative at first, then more heated, with lips opening and tongues dancing together. Teeth clashing, lips gently bitten. Moaning and laying down next to one another, kissing and carressing. We were both so sexually hot that it was only moments before we were caressing one another's breasts and taking it in turns to lick and suck one another's nipples. A quick look around to see that no one was close by, then I slipped my hand down over Roslyn's tummy and into my first feel of her pubic hair. She lay on her back and spread her legs, giving me easy access and a good look at all her working parts. I fingered her gently and boy, was she wet! Spreading her outer lips and exposing the glistening red interior and her protruding clitoris, which I smeared in her juices before gently manipulating. Ros moaned and panted and lifted her hips into my hand. "Yes! yes!" she urged. "Put your fingers in me and fuck me, PLEASE!!!" I did. In minutes she shed cum all over my fingers and her thighs. "Oh, god! Oh, god!!" was all she could say. We kissed again, feverishly. Her hands were squeezing my bottom and I opened my legs and pushed my pussy against her leg, rubbing up and down her thigh. Ros pushed her thigh up against my wet and sliding vagina and, at the same time, used her fingers to explore my bottom crack and gently brush over, then probe, my anus. Then, moving one hand around my body, she gently pushed me off her leg and slid her hand over my naked pubes. I fell onto my back as Ros sat up next to me and had a good look at all I had on display. "I've often though of shaving mine completely," she whispered. "I love looking at yours." "Why don't you touch me and feel me," I invited. Ros needed no further invitation. She ran her fingers up and down my bare slit. I was so wet that as I opened my legs wider, her fingers just slid in. "Use three fingers," I urged her. She did and finger-fucked me to orgasm. We ran back to the ocean for another dip and to clean ourselves off. Back among the sand dunes, we again kissed and finger-fucked one another simultaneously. We didn't go down on one another that first time. A combination of fascination with one another's bodies and the heat and the sand made it difficult. But we agreed to meet a few days later at my place, skipping Uni classes for a day. I'll tell you about that encounter in my next story. All comments welcome. Write to: pitman.janet@gmail.com Janet Pitman.