I was eighteen, and it was six months after I had enjoyed my first sexual encounter with my two male friends, Andy and Nick. It had been a busy period as I prepared to head out to University, and they both started work.

‘You be a good girl,’ Andy told me one evening as the three of us sat distractedly watching television with nothing on. They enjoyed kissing and canoodling my breasts while ensuring with their fingers my pussy was not left out. My part in the proceedings was to play with their balls and continue to massage their rock-solid endowments.

‘When you shortly leave for University,’ Nick told me, ‘Be sure you don’t go messing with any strangers.’

‘Now, wouldn’t that be fun,’ I replied naughtily.

‘What do you mean by that.’ Andy questioned.

‘All those handsome hunks all my age and all like me away from home,’ I teased, ‘I think I’ll be having a lot of fun.’

‘Would you like to have sex with strangers?’ Nick enquired as he stopped kissing my breasts.

‘Of course,’ I answered, continuing to wind him up,’ I want three handsome hunks all from Scotland, all slightly older than me and all with experience so I can learn a few things.’

‘All from Scotland?’ Andy laughed, ‘That will be a tough ask, seeing as you are going to University in England!’

‘I can dream, can’t I?’

‘Dream on, Rachel, dream on,’ Nick laughed.

‘But, seriously,’ Andy enquired, ‘Would you really want to be taken by strangers, guys you have never met?’

‘Absolutely,’ I enthused, laughing and continuing to lead my friends along, ‘Can’t think of anything more exciting.’

The conversation ended as the three of us returned to our television watching and other activities, and I never thought anything more about it.

A month later, while we were at a shopping outlet a little along the M8 from my home town of Edinburgh, the subject was raised again.

‘Rachel,’ would you still want to be done by complete strangers?’ Nick asked casually as he sought to look interested as I lifted clothes off the rack and held them up for closer inspection.

‘Of course,’ I laughed, ‘I told you before.’

‘Seriously?’

‘I think I’d look super cool in this dress,’ I cooed as I held a bright yellow, flowery, short-sleeved dress against my body.

‘Would you wear that to meet the strangers?’

‘It’s so nice and feminine, I’d wear it to meet anyone,’ I explained.

‘Rachel,’ Andy asked, his tone of voice receiving my undivided attention, ‘How would you enjoy some real fun next Saturday?’

‘Okay,’ I smiled, ‘Are you going to take me shopping in Glasgow?’

‘No,’ Nick responded, ‘To meet three strangers in the hills.’

My face froze in a mask of horror.

‘All three are mid-twenties, from Scotland and good-looking,’ Andy concluded jauntily.

‘What?’ I asked a little too loudly, causing one or two other customers to look in our direction.

‘Just what we said,’ Nick answered.

‘But ... But ... I was only joking,’ I spluttered.

‘We don’t think so. We think that was a deep-seated desire of yours,’ Andy explained, ‘And we’d like to make it happen.’

We left the dresses and ventured out onto the concourse where there weren’t so many prying eyes and ears.

‘What do you think? Nick inquired.

‘I’m not sure,’ I stammered.

I did not want to confess that I had often dreamt about such an encounter. I had laid awake imagining a scenario where I met three or four good-looking guys who wanted to do nothing else than pleasure me all day. In my mind, I had always met these sexy hunks in Princess Street Gardens beneath our famous castle. That seemed a romantic place to hitch up as I was not and still aren’t a great clubber.

‘We can arrange it for next Saturday, and we’ll come with you,’ Nick enthused.

‘We will only be watching, though,’ Andy explained.

‘What would I have to do?’ I asked as we stopped walking and stood staring at each other.

‘Meet them, chat them up and get your kit off so they can ... You know!’

I did. Fully.

‘But I’ve never done anything like that before,’ I explained. ‘I’ve only ever had sex with you two and one other.’

‘You’ll be great, and they are all really delightful guys. We know them all.’

I was so young and so inexperienced that it took a while before I could fully comprehend what I was being given the opportunity to achieve. The next day, having become wet overnight at the prospect, I agreed.

And so it was that the following warm but breezy Saturday, we found ourselves in Nick’s car being driven into the area known as the Scottish borders so I could have sex with three strangers. I was nervous as a kitten.

The place to meet was about two miles along a public footpath, and Andy had chosen it because he was a keen walker and Munro bagger. A Munro bagger is someone who attempts to scale all Scotlands peaks over three thousand feet in height. He knew these paths and hills like the back of his hand. He also knew where we were going was quiet, remote and had a small tarn (lake) that could increase our fun.

I was dressed, as requested, in a short-sleeved blue blouse with a lowish neckline and a red knee-length flouncy skit. Neither was suitable walking clothing, and I looked a total idiot in this outfit with my walking shoes on my feet. I also slipped on a light blue cardigan for a little extra warmth as we started the walk to the meeting place.

As we ascended, the breeze lifted my skirt, presenting an eyeful of my long legs and occasionally my lacy white knickers to my two companions. I had quite a task keeping the wretched thing under control.

Just before coming to a fork in the path, we met an older couple who must have been out bright and early as they descended towards us. Almost as we drew level, a gust of wind caught my skirt and blew it almost inside out, leaving very little of my lower half to the imagination.

‘Oh dear,’ the man said with an embarrassed smile.

‘Not the right gear to wear walking on a day like today,’ his wife commented sympathetically.

‘No,’ I replied, acutely embarrassed as I walked past, attempting to regain some dignity, ‘It was a big mistake.’

‘We did tell her that trousers were better for hill walking,’ Andy added naughtily, ‘But she wanted to wear that. What can we do?’

His remark brought a look of bewilderment to the couple as they passed us.

‘Enjoy your walk,’ the man said with a cheerful wave. If only they knew the real reason we were climbing the path this lovely Saturday morning.

As we warmed up, I took my cardigan off, and Nick stuffed it into his rucksack.

After an hour’s uphill walk, we came to an area where Andy turned off the main track along an almost indistinguishable path that led through an area of pine forest to a clearing just above a small corrie – the Scottish name for tarn.

Three men were sitting on the ground, looking across the corrie as though they owned the place.

‘Okay, Rachel,’ Nick said, ‘There are your men. Go and enjoy yourself.’

I suddenly felt fear and panic grip me as my mouth went dry and my legs turned to jelly.

‘Are you not going to introduce me?’ I asked sheepishly.

‘Then they wouldn’t be strangers, Rach,’ Andy replied. ‘No, this is one walk you will have to do on your own!’

‘We will be here, or we may come a little closer to watch the action,’ Nick added to encourage me. ‘Now off you go.’

Andy then handed me the rucksack he had been carrying and assisted me as I lifted it onto my back. I had no clue what it contained but guessed it would have something useful for my venture.

Slowly I set off down the narrow sloping path towards the corrie where the three strangers sat still, seemingly oblivious to my presence. Every few meters, I stopped and looked back toward my two friends, who kept urging me toward my goal.

I could feel the goosebumps of anxiety rising up my legs and neck as I slowly and cautiously descended towards the three strangers. Similarly, as I got closer and saw that the men waiting to debauch this eighteen-year-old slut were all rather good-looking, the area between my legs began to moisten.

‘Hello,’ I called out as breezily as I could as I drew closer, ‘much happening?’

None of the men moved or acknowledged that they had heard me. I felt that our initial meeting might prove to be a challenge.

‘Room for another to join you?’ I asked as I finally reached the bottom of the path and walked along the shore toward them.

‘Hello,’ one said, acknowledging my presence for the first time, ‘yes, we have room if you want to join us.’

I sat on a blanket between two men, raising my knees and deliberately allowing my skirt to drop to my waist, exposing my long legs to their gaze.

‘Nice legs,’ one commented as he looked fixedly in my direction.

‘Veeerrrrryyyy nice,’ another added, emphasising his apparent pleasure at what he saw.

‘How old are you?’ the third added.

‘Eighteen.’

‘Ummm, lovely,’ he replied.

‘When roses are red, they’re ready for plucking. When girls are eighteen, they’re ready for fucking,’ another added poetically. ‘Are you ready, lassie?’

I confess that I wasn’t too sure that I was, but I had agreed to be here halfway up a hill to be the object of desire for these three young men, and I had no intention of chickening out.

‘What have you got hidden under that blouse?’ I was asked.

‘Not much,’ I confessed honestly.

‘Can we see?’

I nodded and sat up, allowing them to undo the buttons and slip my top down my arms to reveal my bra.

‘Looks interesting,’ one said as he stood back to admire his work.

I stood up, still holding my open blouse around my elbows, to allow the three easier access to the clip on my bra. I placed my hands on my hips partly to prevent my blouse and bra from falling away completely and also to stop my hands from shaking due to my nervousness.

As the clip was undone and the bra straps gently removed from my shoulders, it lightly fell to join my blouse supported on my wrists.

‘Sexy tits,’ one commented.

‘Hairy too,’ another added, ‘that makes them even hotter.’

‘Another couple of cups larger would have been preferable,’ the third added rather morosely, ‘however they are definitely worth more than a nibble.’

As I stood topless before three strangers, all six years older than me, I felt his statement was a little underwhelming.

‘What’s the lower half like?’ I was asked.

I knew I was very moist between my thighs and was trying very hard to keep from trembling in anticipation of what lay ahead.

‘Take a look,’ I replied cheekily, ‘If you want to see what you might be letting yourself into.’

I remained fixed to the spot, still supporting my blouse and bra, which were both lifted to allow the clip to my skirt to be undone and the zip to be lowered.

The skirt dropped away, leaving me standing on a Scottish hillside, beside a cold dark tarn, with three men I had never previously met wearing just my knickers.

‘She’s hairy and natural,’ one enthused as he looked me up and down from the front.

‘She’s wearing a sporran between her legs,’ another jested.

‘Dreams do come true,’ the third added, his eyes fixed on the area of my untrimmed pussy. ‘I love a full hairy muff. It makes a woman a woman. Can we have a clearer view?’

I nodded my consent, feeling that when my knickers were removed, I might well wet myself in relief and excitement. I just wanted to get on with the action and do what I had walked two miles to do.

As my knickers were pulled down, I let my blouse and bra also fall to the grassy floor so that the lads could now view my naked form from head to ankle as I still wore my walking shoes.

‘Seeeeexxxxxxyyyy!’

‘Smoking hot.’

‘Perfect.’

The goods I had on offer seemed more than acceptable to those with me once I was naked.

‘Can we fuck you?’ one of the three asked pleadingly.

‘I think that is why I am here,’ I responded, at last, losing control and shivering in the wind. The next thing I knew, my shiver had become a full-on orgasm as I stood while a volcanic-like feeling erupted from me internally, causing me to gyrate and groan in the enjoyment of ecstatic pleasure.