My name is, June, and this is my very first story published on Lush.
I could not have done so, without lots of help and co-writing skills of one of my earliest ex-boyfriends, Lazycalm56, who has been a member on here for some time.
I was a ‘June’ baby, so that is why my parents named me so. Those of you familiar with, Lazycalm’s stories about me will know a little about my past. For those that don’t, I was a leg model for Pretty Polly tights and stockings while still in high school. I was spotted on the street one day by an agency talent scout, and after a letter of approval from my parents, I ended up doing three shoots for the company in London. It was a lot of fun, and they did offer me more modeling work, my face, and some body photos, but due to my age at the time, my parents said no. I did enjoy doing it though, they were kind to me and highly professional, and was paid really well.
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These days I am happily married to Andy, we have two children and still enjoy a good and varied sex life. Andy has no idea I am on Lush, and he knows only some things about my past life, the less said about that the better!
However, this first story is about my younger days, from around eighteen to my early thirties. From an early age, I always loved sex, in its various forms, and after two short-term relationships, I met, Mark (Lazycalm56), we were both highly sexed, and always keen to try new things.
Mark and I met when I was in my late teens, we had known each other for a time, and he even came with me to the Pretty Polly photo shoots. We soon began dating and enjoying each other, and our relationship was always very sexual.
The summer of 1980, was the time of Lazycalm’s first story about me. It’s called ‘My cute first girlfriend and an unexpected encounter’ I can confirm the events of that story are all true, including my regret at backing out of the amazing offer put to me that day. Read the story to understand more about this.
After that day I regretted my decision for a long time, and Mark and I spent many an evening talking about how it might have been, if not for my nerves getting the better of me at the time. I knew it wasn't me not being on the pill, nor was it the huge age gap between Steve and the guys, and myself. In fact, that was a major turn-on for me as I recall. It was simply my overwhelming nerves, and me being a silly teenage girl, afraid to take a chance on something outside my comfort zone.
Sadly two years after that event, Mark and I parted company, I won’t go into details, except to say it was painful for us both and complicated. Breakups generally are I have found. We remained friends afterward, and are still good friends today.
After Mark, I had a short fling with a guy called Tom, it was ok, but one night while we discussed our fantasies, he was horrified when I told him all about that day in The Tavern in Yorkshire, and what Steve did to me at the bar, more so about my regrets afterward about me shying away from something that would have been amazing for me at the time. Tom and I, did not last long after that night, and around 1985, I found myself single, I had enjoyed a few sexual one-night stands, and experienced a three-some on two occasions with different men. Both experiences were amazing, and I knew I wanted more.
So the summer of the following year, when I had just turned twenty-two, I had an extended period of time off from work. I decided to visit my brother and his wife in Yorkshire, as I had not seen them for a few years. The weather that summer was fantastic, so I packed lightly, with plenty of summer clothes, shorts, T-shirts, and short summer dresses. Remembering to pack a couple of pairs of high heels, as from an early age I have always loved wearing high heels.
During my summer break in Yorkshire, I took in lots of hilly walks, up the many ‘Pikes’ as they are called, lots of fresh air and I enjoyed some nice local lunches at the many quaint little country pubs around the area. The break did me good and gave me time to sort my head out after parting from Mark and now Tom.
On my sixth day, I decided to take a cab ride up Stoodley Pike and re-visit the famous ‘Tavern Inn’ At that time it was the highest pub in England, and well known for its great atmosphere and good food.
For the day, I decided to wear a pair of Denim cut-down shorts, they were tight with frayed bottoms and were very short. With them, I wore a white tie-fronted shirt and a pair of light-blue high-heeled sandals. As was normal for me at that time, I didn’t bother with knickers or a bra. I have always been really small in the breast area, and seldom wear bras, especially back then.
With my sunglasses on and my makeup looking summer fresh, I had fluffed my hair out, using a volumiser. I looked pretty cute I thought, looking in my brother's spare room mirror, just before my cab arrived.
Arriving at The Tavern, I paid my cab driver and walked into the pub. As I approached the bar to buy a drink, I heard my name called from somewhere behind me. Looking over my shoulder I was totally surprised to see Steve walking towards me, followed by his close friend Mick.
They both appear to be surprised but overjoyed to see me. We all hugged and I expressed my surprise at seeing them again after five years.
Steve and Mick both said how gorgeous they thought I looked and, Steve paid for my drink, we then all walked over to their table where Ray, Paul, and another guy all sat drinking after having their lunch. I was re-introduced to Ray and Paul, and the new guy was a guy called Daniel.
The guys bought me a nice lunch, and we all sat, me in between them, catching up on the last few years of our lives. They were most saddened that Mark and I had parted and expressed surprise that I was now single.
After an hour or so, and the guys piling me with drinks, I became quite giggly and realised I was mildly drunk. During this period, the guys were quite ‘handy’ with me, as I had expected, and they felt my bare legs and my tits through the thin white shirt. Each of them kissed me, and after I went to the toilets, we changed seats so the others could sit next to me and enjoy doing the same.
By the time I was feeling the effects of all the alcohol they had plied me with, I felt the same strange feeling I had back in 1980 during our first encounter in the pub. Steve had undone the front of my white shirt, and with my small tits now exposed, he and the other guys all enjoyed caressing them. None of us cared about where we were, I was too far gone to care, but Steve and the guys seemed oblivious to us being in a public place while they enjoyed my tits.
Soon it got near to closing time and was quite dark by now, so Steve and the guys all said they would give me a ride home, but invited me back to Steve’s house first for coffee. I can say now, despite my drunken state, I knew I was under no illusions that they wanted more than to share coffee with me, so I agreed to go, and after leaving the pub, we all made our way back down the mountain in Steve’s Range Rover, with the other guys in a car following.
In the back seat of Steve’s car, I had Mick and Paul on either side of me, their hands all over me, and each of them kissed me passionately as we descended Stoodley Pike.
By the time we reached the village and neared Steve’s house, they had removed my white shirt completely and had dropped it onto the front passenger seat. My jean shorts were also now undone, and I lifted my hips off the seat to enable Mick and Paul to slide the shorts down my legs, then off my feet. They then placed my shorts on top of my shirt in the front.
Now naked apart from my heels, they were both all over me, feeling, kissing, and caressing my body between them both. By now I was extremely turned on and knew I was ready for what they wanted from me. No words were spoken then, as we stopped in Steve’s driveway and Mick led me out of the car and into the moonlight night, naked apart from my high heels.
Steve and the other four guys all approached me and looked at my naked body, with grins on their faces. I remember Steve saying, ‘Tonight is your night, June, we will enjoy doing what we should have done five years ago baby girl.’
Steve then slapped my ass hard and took my hand as they walked me into the house, my heart pounding in my chest now. Feeling a little sobered up, I remember yearning for what lie ahead with Steve and the four men.
Inside Steve’s house, they stood looking at me, still smiling. Then Steve said, ‘Are you on the pill these days, June?’
I replied, ‘No, Steve, I have had problems with the pill for a while and stopped taking it about a year ago.’
There were murmurs among the group and some whispers, then Steve said, ‘Oh baby, I think I speak for us all when I say how pleased we are to hear that.’
The other guys all expressed similar views on this. Steve then added, ‘No way will we be using condoms tonight, June, not after waiting all these years to enjoy you this way.’
I replied, with complete honesty, and said, ‘I understand, it's how I want to experience this as well, Steve.’
‘You really mean that June?’ asked, Mick.
‘I do,’ I replied.
‘Good girl,’ added Steve, ‘You know this is the only way you should experience five men using your wonderful body like this.’
‘Fuck, yes!’ added, Mick.
We made our way then upstairs to the main bedroom. The lighting was low and moody, and Steve had drawn the curtains, the bed was large and sumptuous and covered in a black and red Duvet. Steve, slowly turned me around, so everyone could feast their eyes on my body.
‘Let's not waste any more time then guys shall we,’ said Steve.
The five of them all stood around me and looked at my body.
‘Just look at her tight little ass,’ said, Mick, ‘It’s fucking perfect.’