Innocent Adeline

I was supposed to leave on a great American roadtrip around the country. However, it only lasted a couple weeks as circumstances at home required me to return on short notice.

Now, on the eve of me getting ready to leave and continue my trip, I wanted to share with you the memory that’s been keeping me up at night and I keep thinking back on very often. It gets me very excited stirring up deep feelings and desires … gets me soaking wet like I’ve never been before. It is the reason and driver for me wanting to return and continue my van trip across our beautiful country.

As you may imagine, travelling and living out of the back of my little minivan took some getting used to. One of the biggest adjustments was finding a place to shower and clean up every day! ( I can be a dirty girl, but not in that way haha 😋). In most big cities this was not an issue as a cheap big chain gym membership gave me access to numerous locations around the country. I would go in every night, do my booty workout…flirt and tease as many fellow gym goers…and finish off with a nice shower before crashing in my minivan.

However, in small Provincetown, MA there were no gyms, no truck stop showers I could find, and just no other good options to clean up…except the open air public beach shower. It had no privacy whatsoever and it was placed in open view right as you come off the beach. Not an ideal place for a girl travelling alone to bare it all for 15 mins and lather up, even one who has exhibitionist tendencies and enjoys showing off and flashing strangers. With no other choice though, I decided I will wait until late at night when most people are asleep before I cleanup under the open night sky.

After finishing up my exploring and activities for the day I took a late evening nap and woke up at 1AM to shower as I had set my mind to. Drove up and parked within a block of the beach access with the shower, put on just my swimsuit, brought my towel, and walked over. I decided to keep my bikini on while I washed my hair so I don’t stand there nude any longer than necessary. However, as I was rinsing off my hair, a guy walks up to within 10 feet of me, now standing within the narrow alley between the showers and my van.

I remember it as if it was mere hours ago, how the large figure spoke to me in such a raspy, yet kind and reassuring voice:

“I don’t mean to startle you, but I am in a real rush and I gotta freshen up for a date. I drove here all the way from New Haven to see this girl…and I am already late and she’s threatening to go to bed. I just need it for 2 minutes and you can have it back”

Too late, I was already startled. I grabbed my stuff and in my anxious flight I rushed in the other direction towards the ocean. Looking back at it, that was not the safest things to do, but I was obviously not thinking straight. However, the man did not follow me. As he had claimed, he started showering in a hurry. I stopped and looked back at him, knowing he probably could no longer see me in that direction based on the way the area was lit.

It was very obvious that he was expecting to get lucky with this girl, because he mostly only focused on washing off his crotch. I couldn’t quite make him out fully myself from where I was standing, so I made the quick decision to walk closer, at the risk of being seen that I was still around.

I kept walking closer and closer, but the man did not see me coming. His attention fully spent between watching for anyone coming down the access alley, and really really scrubbing off his cock. When I was within 10 feet of him again, I could make it out that he was semi erect. Either as a result of him rubbing and tugging, or his mind drifting to the girl he was about to meet up with.

Not sure what mad demons made me do it, but I found myself uttering “You missed a spot!” Pointing at his dick with one hand, and already undoing my bra with the other.

The guy was more startled than even I had been a couple minutes before! He was starting to protest, but before I knew it I had closed the gap between us…and his protests stopped. With my hand firmly holding onto his cock, his words turned to nothing more than heavy breaths. His gaze locked onto my big breast and erect nipples. The guy was completely dumbfounded.

“Let me help you clean up proper for your girl” I managed to say, starting to stroke his cock. He just nodded. It was extremely exhilarating. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, or what to say…but it didn’t matter. My body was aching with anxiety and pure and wild horniness at what I was doing.

It must have only been seconds before his deep breaths quickly turned to soft moans, and I could tell he was getting close to blowing his load. I crouched down in front of him, continuing to stroke him ever faster with one hand. With the other, I pushed up my boob against the tip of his cock…

He blew a huge load all over my chest as soon as my nipple contacted his cock. I didn’t stop. I made sure to keep going until the last contraction, even getting a whimper out of him at the end, with the last rope of cum landing on me. It made me genuinely giggle haha!

He thanked me, in very few words, as most men seem to do with these type of situations. He put on his shorts, and he couldn’t get out of there any quicker!

With the shower now fully to myself, what was once anxiety over being seen or caught had turned to just raw burning passion needing immediate release! So I stripped it all down and continued to shower alone.

I made myself cum inexplicably hard several times with ease during the course of that shower. Just me, the beach, the smell of the ocean, alone under the night sky.

A lucky stranger out there may have cum again that night.

Your forever virgin, Adeline 💋

I was supposed to leave on a great American roadtrip around the country. However, it only lasted a couple weeks as circumstances at home required me to return on short notice.

Now, on the eve of me getting ready to leave and continue my trip, I wanted to share with you the memory that’s been keeping me up at night and I keep thinking back on very often. It gets me very excited stirring up deep feelings and desires … gets me soaking wet like I’ve never been before. It is the reason and driver for me wanting to return and continue my van trip across our beautiful country.

As you may imagine, travelling and living out of the back of my little minivan took some getting used to. One of the biggest adjustments was finding a place to shower and clean up every day! ( I can be a dirty girl, but not in that way haha 😋). In most big cities this was not an issue as a cheap big chain gym membership gave me access to numerous locations around the country. I would go in every night, do my booty workout…flirt and tease as many fellow gym goers…and finish off with a nice shower before crashing in my minivan.

However, in small Provincetown, MA there were no gyms, no truck stop showers I could find, and just no other good options to clean up…except the open air public beach shower. It had no privacy whatsoever and it was placed in open view right as you come off the beach. Not an ideal place for a girl travelling alone to bare it all for 15 mins and lather up, even one who has exhibitionist tendencies and enjoys showing off and flashing strangers. With no other choice though, I decided I will wait until late at night when most people are asleep before I cleanup under the open night sky.

After finishing up my exploring and activities for the day I took a late evening nap and woke up at 1AM to shower as I had set my mind to. Drove up and parked within a block of the beach access with the shower, put on just my swimsuit, brought my towel, and walked over. I decided to keep my bikini on while I washed my hair so I don’t stand there nude any longer than necessary. However, as I was rinsing off my hair, a guy walks up to within 10 feet of me, now standing within the narrow alley between the showers and my van.

I remember it as if it was mere hours ago, how the large figure spoke to me in such a raspy, yet kind and reassuring voice:

“I don’t mean to startle you, but I am in a real rush and I gotta freshen up for a date. I drove here all the way from New Haven to see this girl…and I am already late and she’s threatening to go to bed. I just need it for 2 minutes and you can have it back”

Too late, I was already startled. I grabbed my stuff and in my anxious flight I rushed in the other direction towards the ocean. Looking back at it, that was not the safest things to do, but I was obviously not thinking straight. However, the man did not follow me. As he had claimed, he started showering in a hurry. I stopped and looked back at him, knowing he probably could no longer see me in that direction based on the way the area was lit.

It was very obvious that he was expecting to get lucky with this girl, because he mostly only focused on washing off his crotch. I couldn’t quite make him out fully myself from where I was standing, so I made the quick decision to walk closer, at the risk of being seen that I was still around.

I kept walking closer and closer, but the man did not see me coming. His attention fully spent between watching for anyone coming down the access alley, and really really scrubbing off his cock. When I was within 10 feet of him again, I could make it out that he was semi erect. Either as a result of him rubbing and tugging, or his mind drifting to the girl he was about to meet up with.

Not sure what mad demons made me do it, but I found myself uttering “You missed a spot!” Pointing at his dick with one hand, and already undoing my bra with the other.

The guy was more startled than even I had been a couple minutes before! He was starting to protest, but before I knew it I had closed the gap between us…and his protests stopped. With my hand firmly holding onto his cock, his words turned to nothing more than heavy breaths. His gaze locked onto my big breast and erect nipples. The guy was completely dumbfounded.

“Let me help you clean up proper for your girl” I managed to say, starting to stroke his cock. He just nodded. It was extremely exhilarating. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, or what to say…but it didn’t matter. My body was aching with anxiety and pure and wild horniness at what I was doing.

It must have only been seconds before his deep breaths quickly turned to soft moans, and I could tell he was getting close to blowing his load. I crouched down in front of him, continuing to stroke him ever faster with one hand. With the other, I pushed up my boob against the tip of his cock…

He blew a huge load all over my chest as soon as my nipple contacted his cock. I didn’t stop. I made sure to keep going until the last contraction, even getting a whimper out of him at the end, with the last rope of cum landing on me. It made me genuinely giggle haha!

He thanked me, in very few words, as most men seem to do with these type of situations. He put on his shorts, and he couldn’t get out of there any quicker!

With the shower now fully to myself, what was once anxiety over being seen or caught had turned to just raw burning passion needing immediate release! So I stripped it all down and continued to shower alone.

I made myself cum inexplicably hard several times with ease during the course of that shower. Just me, the beach, the smell of the ocean, alone under the night sky.

A lucky stranger out there may have cum again that night.

Your forever virgin, Adeline 💋

I was supposed to leave on a great American roadtrip around the country. However, it only lasted a couple weeks as circumstances at home required me to return on short notice.

Now, on the eve of me getting ready to leave and continue my trip, I wanted to share with you the memory that’s been keeping me up at night and I keep thinking back on very often. It gets me very excited stirring up deep feelings and desires … gets me soaking wet like I’ve never been before. It is the reason and driver for me wanting to return and continue my van trip across our beautiful country.

As you may imagine, travelling and living out of the back of my little minivan took some getting used to. One of the biggest adjustments was finding a place to shower and clean up every day! ( I can be a dirty girl, but not in that way haha 😋). In most big cities this was not an issue as a cheap big chain gym membership gave me access to numerous locations around the country. I would go in every night, do my booty workout…flirt and tease as many fellow gym goers…and finish off with a nice shower before crashing in my minivan.

However, in small Provincetown, MA there were no gyms, no truck stop showers I could find, and just no other good options to clean up…except the open air public beach shower. It had no privacy whatsoever and it was placed in open view right as you come off the beach. Not an ideal place for a girl travelling alone to bare it all for 15 mins and lather up, even one who has exhibitionist tendencies and enjoys showing off and flashing strangers. With no other choice though, I decided I will wait until late at night when most people are asleep before I cleanup under the open night sky.

After finishing up my exploring and activities for the day I took a late evening nap and woke up at 1AM to shower as I had set my mind to. Drove up and parked within a block of the beach access with the shower, put on just my swimsuit, brought my towel, and walked over. I decided to keep my bikini on while I washed my hair so I don’t stand there nude any longer than necessary. However, as I was rinsing off my hair, a guy walks up to within 10 feet of me, now standing within the narrow alley between the showers and my van.

I remember it as if it was mere hours ago, how the large figure spoke to me in such a raspy, yet kind and reassuring voice:

“I don’t mean to startle you, but I am in a real rush and I gotta freshen up for a date. I drove here all the way from New Haven to see this girl…and I am already late and she’s threatening to go to bed. I just need it for 2 minutes and you can have it back”

Too late, I was already startled. I grabbed my stuff and in my anxious flight I rushed in the other direction towards the ocean. Looking back at it, that was not the safest things to do, but I was obviously not thinking straight. However, the man did not follow me. As he had claimed, he started showering in a hurry. I stopped and looked back at him, knowing he probably could no longer see me in that direction based on the way the area was lit.

It was very obvious that he was expecting to get lucky with this girl, because he mostly only focused on washing off his crotch. I couldn’t quite make him out fully myself from where I was standing, so I made the quick decision to walk closer, at the risk of being seen that I was still around.

I kept walking closer and closer, but the man did not see me coming. His attention fully spent between watching for anyone coming down the access alley, and really really scrubbing off his cock. When I was within 10 feet of him again, I could make it out that he was semi erect. Either as a result of him rubbing and tugging, or his mind drifting to the girl he was about to meet up with.

Not sure what mad demons made me do it, but I found myself uttering “You missed a spot!” Pointing at his dick with one hand, and already undoing my bra with the other.

The guy was more startled than even I had been a couple minutes before! He was starting to protest, but before I knew it I had closed the gap between us…and his protests stopped. With my hand firmly holding onto his cock, his words turned to nothing more than heavy breaths. His gaze locked onto my big breast and erect nipples. The guy was completely dumbfounded.

“Let me help you clean up proper for your girl” I managed to say, starting to stroke his cock. He just nodded. It was extremely exhilarating. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, or what to say…but it didn’t matter. My body was aching with anxiety and pure and wild horniness at what I was doing.

It must have only been seconds before his deep breaths quickly turned to soft moans, and I could tell he was getting close to blowing his load. I crouched down in front of him, continuing to stroke him ever faster with one hand. With the other, I pushed up my boob against the tip of his cock…

He blew a huge load all over my chest as soon as my nipple contacted his cock. I didn’t stop. I made sure to keep going until the last contraction, even getting a whimper out of him at the end, with the last rope of cum landing on me. It made me genuinely giggle haha!

He thanked me, in very few words, as most men seem to do with these type of situations. He put on his shorts, and he couldn’t get out of there any quicker!

With the shower now fully to myself, what was once anxiety over being seen or caught had turned to just raw burning passion needing immediate release! So I stripped it all down and continued to shower alone.

I made myself cum inexplicably hard several times with ease during the course of that shower. Just me, the beach, the smell of the ocean, alone under the night sky.

A lucky stranger out there may have cum again that night.

Your forever virgin, Adeline 💋

I was supposed to leave on a great American roadtrip around the country. However, it only lasted a couple weeks as circumstances at home required me to return on short notice.

Now, on the eve of me getting ready to leave and continue my trip, I wanted to share with you the memory that’s been keeping me up at night and I keep thinking back on very often. It gets me very excited stirring up deep feelings and desires … gets me soaking wet like I’ve never been before. It is the reason and driver for me wanting to return and continue my van trip across our beautiful country.

As you may imagine, travelling and living out of the back of my little minivan took some getting used to. One of the biggest adjustments was finding a place to shower and clean up every day! ( I can be a dirty girl, but not in that way haha 😋). In most big cities this was not an issue as a cheap big chain gym membership gave me access to numerous locations around the country. I would go in every night, do my booty workout…flirt and tease as many fellow gym goers…and finish off with a nice shower before crashing in my minivan.

However, in small Provincetown, MA there were no gyms, no truck stop showers I could find, and just no other good options to clean up…except the open air public beach shower. It had no privacy whatsoever and it was placed in open view right as you come off the beach. Not an ideal place for a girl travelling alone to bare it all for 15 mins and lather up, even one who has exhibitionist tendencies and enjoys showing off and flashing strangers. With no other choice though, I decided I will wait until late at night when most people are asleep before I cleanup under the open night sky.

After finishing up my exploring and activities for the day I took a late evening nap and woke up at 1AM to shower as I had set my mind to. Drove up and parked within a block of the beach access with the shower, put on just my swimsuit, brought my towel, and walked over. I decided to keep my bikini on while I washed my hair so I don’t stand there nude any longer than necessary. However, as I was rinsing off my hair, a guy walks up to within 10 feet of me, now standing within the narrow alley between the showers and my van.

I remember it as if it was mere hours ago, how the large figure spoke to me in such a raspy, yet kind and reassuring voice:

“I don’t mean to startle you, but I am in a real rush and I gotta freshen up for a date. I drove here all the way from New Haven to see this girl…and I am already late and she’s threatening to go to bed. I just need it for 2 minutes and you can have it back”

Too late, I was already startled. I grabbed my stuff and in my anxious flight I rushed in the other direction towards the ocean. Looking back at it, that was not the safest things to do, but I was obviously not thinking straight. However, the man did not follow me. As he had claimed, he started showering in a hurry. I stopped and looked back at him, knowing he probably could no longer see me in that direction based on the way the area was lit.

It was very obvious that he was expecting to get lucky with this girl, because he mostly only focused on washing off his crotch. I couldn’t quite make him out fully myself from where I was standing, so I made the quick decision to walk closer, at the risk of being seen that I was still around.

I kept walking closer and closer, but the man did not see me coming. His attention fully spent between watching for anyone coming down the access alley, and really really scrubbing off his cock. When I was within 10 feet of him again, I could make it out that he was semi erect. Either as a result of him rubbing and tugging, or his mind drifting to the girl he was about to meet up with.

Not sure what mad demons made me do it, but I found myself uttering “You missed a spot!” Pointing at his dick with one hand, and already undoing my bra with the other.

The guy was more startled than even I had been a couple minutes before! He was starting to protest, but before I knew it I had closed the gap between us…and his protests stopped. With my hand firmly holding onto his cock, his words turned to nothing more than heavy breaths. His gaze locked onto my big breast and erect nipples. The guy was completely dumbfounded.

“Let me help you clean up proper for your girl” I managed to say, starting to stroke his cock. He just nodded. It was extremely exhilarating. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, or what to say…but it didn’t matter. My body was aching with anxiety and pure and wild horniness at what I was doing.

It must have only been seconds before his deep breaths quickly turned to soft moans, and I could tell he was getting close to blowing his load. I crouched down in front of him, continuing to stroke him ever faster with one hand. With the other, I pushed up my boob against the tip of his cock…

He blew a huge load all over my chest as soon as my nipple contacted his cock. I didn’t stop. I made sure to keep going until the last contraction, even getting a whimper out of him at the end, with the last rope of cum landing on me. It made me genuinely giggle haha!

He thanked me, in very few words, as most men seem to do with these type of situations. He put on his shorts, and he couldn’t get out of there any quicker!

With the shower now fully to myself, what was once anxiety over being seen or caught had turned to just raw burning passion needing immediate release! So I stripped it all down and continued to shower alone.

I made myself cum inexplicably hard several times with ease during the course of that shower. Just me, the beach, the smell of the ocean, alone under the night sky.

A lucky stranger out there may have cum again that night.

Your forever virgin, Adeline 💋

I was supposed to leave on a great American roadtrip around the country. However, it only lasted a couple weeks as circumstances at home required me to return on short notice.

Now, on the eve of me getting ready to leave and continue my trip, I wanted to share with you the memory that’s been keeping me up at night and I keep thinking back on very often. It gets me very excited stirring up deep feelings and desires … gets me soaking wet like I’ve never been before. It is the reason and driver for me wanting to return and continue my van trip across our beautiful country.

As you may imagine, travelling and living out of the back of my little minivan took some getting used to. One of the biggest adjustments was finding a place to shower and clean up every day! ( I can be a dirty girl, but not in that way haha 😋). In most big cities this was not an issue as a cheap big chain gym membership gave me access to numerous locations around the country. I would go in every night, do my booty workout…flirt and tease as many fellow gym goers…and finish off with a nice shower before crashing in my minivan.

However, in small Provincetown, MA there were no gyms, no truck stop showers I could find, and just no other good options to clean up…except the open air public beach shower. It had no privacy whatsoever and it was placed in open view right as you come off the beach. Not an ideal place for a girl travelling alone to bare it all for 15 mins and lather up, even one who has exhibitionist tendencies and enjoys showing off and flashing strangers. With no other choice though, I decided I will wait until late at night when most people are asleep before I cleanup under the open night sky.

After finishing up my exploring and activities for the day I took a late evening nap and woke up at 1AM to shower as I had set my mind to. Drove up and parked within a block of the beach access with the shower, put on just my swimsuit, brought my towel, and walked over. I decided to keep my bikini on while I washed my hair so I don’t stand there nude any longer than necessary. However, as I was rinsing off my hair, a guy walks up to within 10 feet of me, now standing within the narrow alley between the showers and my van.

I remember it as if it was mere hours ago, how the large figure spoke to me in such a raspy, yet kind and reassuring voice:

“I don’t mean to startle you, but I am in a real rush and I gotta freshen up for a date. I drove here all the way from New Haven to see this girl…and I am already late and she’s threatening to go to bed. I just need it for 2 minutes and you can have it back”

Too late, I was already startled. I grabbed my stuff and in my anxious flight I rushed in the other direction towards the ocean. Looking back at it, that was not the safest things to do, but I was obviously not thinking straight. However, the man did not follow me. As he had claimed, he started showering in a hurry. I stopped and looked back at him, knowing he probably could no longer see me in that direction based on the way the area was lit.

It was very obvious that he was expecting to get lucky with this girl, because he mostly only focused on washing off his crotch. I couldn’t quite make him out fully myself from where I was standing, so I made the quick decision to walk closer, at the risk of being seen that I was still around.

I kept walking closer and closer, but the man did not see me coming. His attention fully spent between watching for anyone coming down the access alley, and really really scrubbing off his cock. When I was within 10 feet of him again, I could make it out that he was semi erect. Either as a result of him rubbing and tugging, or his mind drifting to the girl he was about to meet up with.

Not sure what mad demons made me do it, but I found myself uttering “You missed a spot!” Pointing at his dick with one hand, and already undoing my bra with the other.

The guy was more startled than even I had been a couple minutes before! He was starting to protest, but before I knew it I had closed the gap between us…and his protests stopped. With my hand firmly holding onto his cock, his words turned to nothing more than heavy breaths. His gaze locked onto my big breast and erect nipples. The guy was completely dumbfounded.

“Let me help you clean up proper for your girl” I managed to say, starting to stroke his cock. He just nodded. It was extremely exhilarating. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, or what to say…but it didn’t matter. My body was aching with anxiety and pure and wild horniness at what I was doing.

It must have only been seconds before his deep breaths quickly turned to soft moans, and I could tell he was getting close to blowing his load. I crouched down in front of him, continuing to stroke him ever faster with one hand. With the other, I pushed up my boob against the tip of his cock…

He blew a huge load all over my chest as soon as my nipple contacted his cock. I didn’t stop. I made sure to keep going until the last contraction, even getting a whimper out of him at the end, with the last rope of cum landing on me. It made me genuinely giggle haha!

He thanked me, in very few words, as most men seem to do with these type of situations. He put on his shorts, and he couldn’t get out of there any quicker!

With the shower now fully to myself, what was once anxiety over being seen or caught had turned to just raw burning passion needing immediate release! So I stripped it all down and continued to shower alone.

I made myself cum inexplicably hard several times with ease during the course of that shower. Just me, the beach, the smell of the ocean, alone under the night sky.

A lucky stranger out there may have cum again that night.

Your forever virgin, Adeline 💋

As you guys know, I was supposed to leave on a great American roadtrip around the country. However, it only lasted a couple weeks as circumstances at home required me to return on short notice.

Now, on the eve of me getting ready to leave and continue my trip, I wanted to share with you the memory that’s been keeping me up at night and I keep thinking back on very often. It gets me very excited stirring up deep feelings and desires … gets me soaking wet like I’ve never been before. It is the reason and driver for me wanting to return and continue my van trip across our beautiful country.

As you may imagine, travelling and living out of the back of my little minivan took some getting used to. One of the biggest adjustments was finding a place to shower and clean up every day! ( I can be a dirty girl, but not in that way haha 😋). In most big cities this was not an issue as a cheap big chain gym membership gave me access to numerous locations around the country. I would go in every night, do my booty workout…flirt and tease as many fellow gym goers…and finish off with a nice shower before crashing in my minivan.

However, in small Provincetown, MA there were no gyms, no truck stop showers I could find, and just no other good options to clean up…except the open air public beach shower. It had no privacy whatsoever and it was placed in open view right as you come off the beach. Not an ideal place for a girl travelling alone to bare it all for 15 mins and lather up, even one who has exhibitionist tendencies and enjoys showing off and flashing strangers. With no other choice though, I decided I will wait until late at night when most people are asleep before I cleanup under the open night sky.

After finishing up my exploring and activities for the day I took a late evening nap and woke up at 1AM to shower as I had set my mind to. Drove up and parked within a block of the beach access with the shower, put on just my swimsuit, brought my towel, and walked over. I decided to keep my bikini on while I washed my hair so I don’t stand there nude any longer than necessary. However, as I was rinsing off my hair, a guy walks up to within 10 feet of me, now standing within the narrow alley between the showers and my van.

I remember it as if it was mere hours ago, how the large figure spoke to me in such a raspy, yet kind and reassuring voice:

“I don’t mean to startle you, but I am in a real rush and I gotta freshen up for a date. I drove here all the way from New Haven to see this girl…and I am already late and she’s threatening to go to bed. I just need it for 2 minutes and you can have it back”

Too late, I was already startled. I grabbed my stuff and in my anxious flight I rushed in the other direction towards the ocean. Looking back at it, that was not the safest things to do, but I was obviously not thinking straight. However, the man did not follow me. As he had claimed, he started showering in a hurry. I stopped and looked back at him, knowing he probably could no longer see me in that direction based on the way the area was lit.

It was very obvious that he was expecting to get lucky with this girl, because he mostly only focused on washing off his crotch. I couldn’t quite make him out fully myself from where I was standing, so I made the quick decision to walk closer, at the risk of being seen that I was still around.

I kept walking closer and closer, but the man did not see me coming. His attention fully spent between watching for anyone coming down the access alley, and really really scrubbing off his cock. When I was within 10 feet of him again, I could make it out that he was semi erect. Either as a result of him rubbing and tugging, or his mind drifting to the girl he was about to meet up with.

Not sure what mad demons made me do it, but I found myself uttering “You missed a spot!” Pointing at his dick with one hand, and already undoing my bra with the other.

The guy was more startled than even I had been a couple minutes before! He was starting to protest, but before I knew it I had closed the gap between us…and his protests stopped. With my hand firmly holding onto his cock, his words turned to nothing more than heavy breaths. His gaze locked onto my big breast and erect nipples. The guy was completely dumbfounded.

“Let me help you clean up proper for your girl” I managed to say, starting to stroke his cock. He just nodded. It was extremely exhilarating. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, or what to say…but it didn’t matter. My body was aching with anxiety and pure and wild horniness at what I was doing.

It must have only been seconds before his deep breaths quickly turned to soft moans, and I could tell he was getting close to blowing his load. I crouched down in front of him, continuing to stroke him ever faster with one hand. With the other, I pushed up my boob against the tip of his cock…

He blew a huge load all over my chest as soon as my nipple contacted his cock. I didn’t stop. I made sure to keep going until the last contraction, even getting a whimper out of him at the end, with the last rope of cum landing on me. It made me genuinely giggle haha!

He thanked me, in very few words, as most men seem to do with these type of situations. He put on his shorts, and he couldn’t get out of there any quicker!

With the shower now fully to myself, what was once anxiety over being seen or caught had turned to just raw burning passion needing immediate release! So I stripped it all down and continued to shower alone.

I made myself cum inexplicably hard several times with ease during the course of that shower. Just me, the beach, the smell of the ocean, alone under the night sky.

A lucky stranger out there may have cum again that night.

Your forever virgin, Adeline 💋

Background: I will try to keep it short. I grew up in a strict Christian household and have been home schooled throughout my education. The few friends I had were vetted by my parents and mostly just from our Church group...and, of course, I was never allowed to spend any time with boys. I was forbidden access to ALL social media. Sex and sexuality was never allowed to be discussed in our household. Basically all material, content, and ideas I have ever consumed was highly filtered by my parents through the lens of their religious beliefs.

In November 2020, my parents took my sister and I on a family vacation to Mexico. This was our first trip outside the country and the first time out on a resort. (It was such a beautiful place with kind staff all around!) We stayed for nearly a month, but after a few days on the resort the parents got quite comfortable letting us roam around on our own so they could go and do their own activities. It was the first time in my life I got some freedom without supervision.

One of the afternoons I was hanging out on my own in a more secluded area of one of the big pools and watching a couple (both mid 20s?) make out. It was only them and I in the water. He was muscular and good looking, while her build was similar to mine, just brunette. (I am blonde, 5’7’’, thin, but with an outsized big round booty and D cup perky breast). I was fascinated by the passion in the way he kissed her and the way her body seemed to respond in pleasure. I was boiling with jealousy over something I was suddenly craving without even knowing the guy. I doubt they ever noticed me as I tried to lay low in the water so I could keep on watching without disturbing them. To my surprise, after him taking a look around (and apparently not seeing me), he switched spots with her and got behind her. He pushed her against the pool wall and very obviously started thrusting into her from behind. She started moaning louder and louder until he covered her mouth up. A few minutes later, they got out of the pool and very obviously started rushing away with the guy trying to hide a very big erection. What do I do next? I swim over to the spot they were standing in and start imagining what it’d feel like to be her...and to my surprise, I discovered it felt AMAZING...even without the guy. There was a water jet pumping water into the pool right where I was standing, that was at the right height and angle to hit my clit directly. I had no idea what I was doing, but it felt so good I didn’t dare move away. No idea if anyone saw me, as everything around me just turned into a big blur, but seconds later I was overcome with such intense pleasure and a release of pressure for the first time. My first orgasm.

I was embarrassed beyond belief after the feeling passed, so I rushed back to our room and hung out there on my own for the rest of the day, contemplating life. I couldn’t believe the rush, the feeling...everything I had missed out on.

That’s when my life changed for better forever. I made a conscious decision to take back control of my life and sexuality, and embark on a deliberate journey of discovery despite the church’s teachings. It was like a flip had switched and I was ready to make the most out of the rest of my freedom on vacation.

The slut inside me had awakened...

…Since then, I graduated high school a few months ago and finally moved away for college, where I continue to explore and adventure in search for more…Still waiting for that faithful day when I can give myself fully for the first time to a man’s hard cock.

Do I drop out, do I stay in LA, do I move back home to Montana or somewhere else, do I tell my family? College has been off to a very rough start for me.

Instead of making a rash decision, I turned to and reconnected with the online community for support and advice! I decided to press pause and take a breather from any social events, classes, and pretty much anything else I felt was straining. I would take a few days and just do me- an Adeline kind of weekend…

So I put on something cute and headed out to the mall on my own. I wore my favorite top, that same button up blouse I wore when I got my first taste of a man’s cum; but I switched up my tight jeans that show off my big booty with a skirt. I did put on a red pair of thongs underneath…but only because I knew I was going lingerie shopping and needed them on.

My first stop at the mall was as the lingerie store. I was in a dire need of some new underwear, and really wanted some sexier lingerie now that I didn’t have to hide it from my parents. As I was changing through outfits, I could not help but get turned on imagining what most men would think and do if they saw me like that. The thought of having someone there with me in the change room took over; very naughty and slutty thoughts washing over me. Eventually I came out of store with several different outfits…and dripping wet.

Leaving the store with my pink bags in hand, I had no choice but to head over to the restrooms and take off my embarrassingly wet panties (soaked through and through). With no panties on, my pussy and mind aching with lusty need, I wandered around the mall looking for a man who would give me the kind of attention I craved. My pussy juices were already dripping down my thighs, but no man had made a move despite my sensual, slutty strut or persistent and intentional glances. All of you like to look…but stop there. This was not the first time I was dealing with a lack of initiative from our beloved male population, so I knew what I had to do- make it obvious! (sigh sometimes it really would be nice if you caught on sooner!)

I went over to a seating area, sat down, and started glancing over at all the older men going by. If they were alone and looked back at me, I would spread my legs and subtly let them have a quick peek at my freshly shaved virgin pussy (I have actually fantasized about doing this before, so I had a lot of built up excitement around it). Three or four of men I did this with either did not notice it…or chose not to…Then I got lucky…

A handsome guy in his early 30s smiled and blushed as I flashed him, stuttering his step, so I knew he saw me despite his purposeful walk . He actually walked well past me, then he thankfully turned around a few moments later, walked back, and sat right beside me.

When he spoke to me, he was confident and charming, in a very elegant way. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine and through my entire body. He invited me to walk with him, and we actually started having pretty good conversation. For a couple minutes as we were walking, had he not been holding my hand (the first to do so), I wouldn’t have thought this man wanted anything to do with me sexually. Then he told me how he is only in LA for a couple weeks to experience the city, because he is travelling around the country alone, in the back of a camper van.

Yes, this is when alarms starting going off in my head about how this was going to play out…but they were all quickly mitigated by the man’s stories, and silenced by his charm. It was like he had me under a spell. As soon as we got to the parking lot my suspicions of where we were heading were confirmed - his camper van was right there.

He asked me one last time if I knew what I was doing and if this was what I wanted. I merely nodded and went inside. I’ve never seen the inside of one of these before, but it seemed to have just about all amenities one could wish for in a home.

He wasted no time, he pointed me to take a seat on his bed, and took a step back to once again take a look at my pussy. I didn’t think he could see much from that angle, but I shut my legs together anyways and smiled at him. He raised his eyebrows and looked back at me almost offended…but I could still see the corners of his lips curl up with a reciprocating smile. So I spread my legs wide for him, and after a short delay, lifted the part of my skirt that had fallen in-between my legs…the last thing covering my pussy.

All I heard was a “My God…” before the guy was on me. He pulled me off the bed and spun me around. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and got in close, whispering something in my ear- something along the lines of being incredibly lucky. I could feel his excitement pressing against my ass from the back, still contained by his jeans. Then he pushed my torso down, basically bending me over the side of the bed. Lifted my skirt over and his hands started exploring my body, starting with the back of my legs, running his finger tips up my thighs and legs to my bare ass. He gave it a good squeeze. Then a spank. And another. And another… I’ve never been spanked before, but the allure of it developed in my fantasies were no match to just how amazing his strikes actually felt on my ass. They were slightly painful on impact, but they’d quickly turn into a waterfall of pleasure, with the vibrations starting to stimulate my pussy. The eroticism of what I was experiencing was driving me wild. He must have noticed too, because he wiped my thigh with his hand and spanked me with my own juices, just as he told me I was dripping like a good little slut.

At this point he started looking for a condom…which felt like the appropriate time to let him know I was actually a virgin and did not want to go all the way with him that day. He was bummed for a second (as was I in the heat of it all if I am being honest), but I promised I’d take good care of him. I started unbuttoning my shirt as he just stopped and watched me. I’d like to think I was able to make it somewhat sexy even as I was struggling with the buttons…but likely not haha. Eventually I was standing fully naked in front of him.

I could see his cock bulging through his jeans as he just watched- It was begging to be let out. So I went over and unzipped him, starting to stroke it in my hand. I loved the feeling of holding onto a cock again, and I loved the fact he was virtually moaning from just me tugging it slowly with my hands. He started playing with my breast with one hand, and that was feeling amazing…whatever he was doing I thought I could cum if he kept going like that for long enough.

Except he didn’t want to keep any clothes on, so he made quick work of getting fully naked as well, and pulled me along onto his bed. He laid down in front of me, and i scrambled to figure the best position where I could get him inside my mouth and stroke him- which I eventually decided would be by laying between his legs. I got comfortable, clipped my hair back, and started licking the underside of his cock. Starting from the base by his balls, all the way to the tip. Did that a few times, which was obviously turning into a tease for him, so on the next pass I decided to take him in my mouth. He let out a deep, drawn out, moan as I was pushing my head down taking him further and further in, as far as I could go before my eyes started to water and I was struggling to breathe. When I slid back up, I found myself gasping for air.

That got him extra excited. With a primal look in his eyes he got up and rearranged my body so I was laying down in front of him. He kneeled down, straddling me around my waist and started rubbing the tip of his cock around both of my now hard nipples. Then he moved up higher and put his cock right in front of my face, cueing me in that he wanted me to keep sucking him. However, it quickly turned from me sucking him…to more of him pumping me; his hips thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth while his hands were down on my breasts for balance. Once again I could feel the pleasure building up inside me and knew I would cum if this kept going.

He seemed in complete bliss, just pleasuring himself using my open mouth and full lips wrapped around his cock. Before knowing what I was doing, I felt my own hand find its way down to my clit, and I started to rub circles around it. I don’t think I was directly stimulating it with my fingers for more than a few seconds before I could feel my body writhing from the accumulating pleasure, my legs seizing, and pussy gushing from the intensely arousing scene. I orgasmed.

He must have detected and felt my orgasm and it must have pushed him over the edge, because before I knew it he pulled out all the way and started shooting his warm load of cum all over my breast. He continued to rub his own cock for a few seconds longer until he squeezed every drop of cum out.

I got very giggly, beaming with warmth and excitement listening to him joke that may have been the best he ever had, even when accounting for girls he had fucked. He got me a towel to clean up, but I told him to use my phone to take a photo of my cum painted chest. I wanted a token of our very hot experience. Then I proceeded to scoop it all up with my finger and ate it all up as sultry as I could.

For a moment he was speechless. Then he confirmed that was 100% the best experience he’s ever had. We exchanged numbers and continued chatting as I was slowly getting dressed. Then he drove me back to campus and dropped me off. He is in town until next week…and I plan to see him again.

With renewed positivity and energy, I’ve decided I am going to stick it out and stay in school. I spent the rest of the weekend studying alone and doing class work to catch up on the material I missed.

…Maybe the best you’ll ever have… Adeline ❤️

Over the last several weeks, I have been going a little crazy at the thought of tasting a man’s cock for the first time. That vile thought -of finally getting to experience manhood’s flavor- has been keeping me up at night. I call it vile because it’s been so intrusive and wicked, it completely took over my mind and body, to the point I would have no choice but think and fantasize about the act every waking hour.

Phallic objects around the house would make my mouth water, and my tight little virgin pussy drip. (And if you’ve seen how soaked I get when I am aroused...you know it can be quite disruptive...) It got especially bad a couple weeks ago after I decided to give a banana a whirl and use it for practice. I had no idea what I was doing, but I was determined to rehearse some of the moves I had read or heard about, and work on desensitizing my gag reflex. Ultimately, I knew I had to do something about it...and soon.

Unfortunately, I am 18 and live at home with my parents who are strict and staunch evangelicals. Living in a small town saturated by religious fanatics and like-minded parents has meant they have near complete control of my life, with them knowing my whereabouts at all times and getting to decide who I get to spend time with. Basically, zero organic opportunities of actually meeting a guy. While I resent my current living situation, it was obvious to me I had to create my own luck.

Armed with the perfect pretext, I was able to argue getting away for a couple hours to drive myself to a nearby town’s mall. I knew I would be watched from afar by my parents who can track my phone, which would limit my options and time so everything needed to go smoothly. To this end, I wore a button up blouse, that I could use to decide how much skin I was showing, and a pair of jeans...which always show off my very perky and thick booty.

When I got to the destination, I drove around the parking lot for a few minutes, until I found the best place to park - a relatively secluded area by a loading bay, with few parking spaces, far from most entrances, and no visible traffic. It was not perfect...I figured there was always going to be a risk of someone walking by, but if anything, that small chance of getting caught made it that much more appealing.

Now all I needed was a man.

I am normally a very shy and socially anxious person, even after all the recent growth and development I have worked for. However, by the time I parked and got out of the car, the anxiety had somewhat dissipated as there was no turning back- my hormones had full command. I knew I had the perfect excuse to get any man to follow me back to my car- to help me out with a flat tire (that I just caused by letting some air out when I got there.)

My strategy was simple. Since I did not have a whole lot of time, I was going to sit around at one of the main entrances, to scope out for a lucky guy who would give me what I needed so badly. I cannot claim I had much in terms of criteria...mostly just that he would look like a ‘safe bet’ to not hurt me.

I was there for less than 5 minutes when an older gentleman walked by alone. He looked very clean and put-together, with a dashing smile, and kind eyes. I did not need any time to dwell on it, he was perfect for what I needed. I followed him outside, hurried to catch up to him and get his attention.

“Hello sir! One of my tires is flat and I don’t know how to replace it with the spare, any chance you’ve got a minute to at least show me what I need to do?”

“Of course, young lady. Where’s your car?” His reply was confident, self-assured, and his low voice only made him that much sexier. I could feel my cheeks burn up and turn red as I pointed in the general direction of my car and started walking that way.

The walk was only a couple minutes, but I made a point of walking a little ahead, making it hard to strike up a conversation - I did not want to ruin whatever chances I had of this working out...and I really did not know what to say at this point. This also gave me time to stealthily undo a couple more buttons from the top of my blouse, and him the opportunity to admire the full view of my ass. I could practically feel his gaze locked on my behind, taking full advantage of the opportunity I served him with on a silver platter.

When we got to the car I opened the driver’s door and sat down to reach for the lever opening the trunk. He came close by the side, and from his vantage point, he could likely see well down my cleavage. I could see him practically trying to shake off the thoughts. As I turned my head towards him to tell him the trunk is open and that’s where the spare is, I was practically staring right towards his waist area...I let my eyes linger at his belt for several seconds. I wanted to make it very obvious what I was after. To my surprise, him catching my gaze like that made him blush too.

Regardless, we both walked back to the trunk and got to work. He crouched down to start undoing the bolts on the tire, while I took another second to undo the rest of the buttons on my blouse.... when I crouched down beside him, his eyes jumped from paying attention to the wheel to my breast- now covered simply by a bra- and my flat stomach. This time, he did not look away.

He stood up and was about to say something, but before he could utter anything...I repositioned myself and placed my hand on his thigh. He stopped mid-sentence of whatever he was about to say...His pants visibly starting to bulge right at my eye level. I looked up at him, only to be faced with a slightly embarrassed and coy, but nevertheless dashing smile.

I took that alluring look as an open invitation to proceed as I pleased. I readjusted myself once again, kneeling down in front of him, with my knees on the more forgiving rubber material of the spare tire next by. Very happy I had found a comfortable position right in front of his imposing posture, I reached out with both hands, massaging his upper thighs, on both sides of his bulge.

I think that may have gone on for a few moments longer than I had intended, as I was trying to fight off the anxiety creeping into me of what I was about to do. So I just went for it. I undid his belt, and with a bit of his help, his pants and boxers soon fell to his knees, releasing his throbbing member.

With his cock out, just inches from my lips, I knew beyond any doubt that I was going to get exactly what I wanted. So I confidently reached out and wrapped my hand around it, feeling it pulse in excitement. I could feel his blood flow through it, his warmth...My eyes were locked on it- hypnotized by its look and feel, and by the the cascade of feelings it was stirring inside of me...Feelings of raw desire, a compelling urge to take off all my clothes, and let him have his way with my virgin body. Transfixed as I was by it all, with my pussy now pulsing violently, expressing the need for my soaking hole to be filled; that was not what I was there for.

So I carried on with my plan, slowly starting to stroke his cock in my right hand. His hands moved over to my head as he started to play with my hair and applying pressure to the back of my head. Unsure whether or not that was a cue, I readily opened my lips as he shifted forward,letting his cock slide between my full lips.

I could feel my already completely soaked pussy gush out more juices...as my mind exploded with referred pleasure from the act of being truly penetrated by a cock for the first time ever. My jeans probably looked like I had peed myself. I was afraid this would soon turn me into an emotional mess...as it had happened before when I pushed my own limits during self-exploration...however, the feelings I was experiencing were far from it. To my surprise, it was simply carnal lust and pure excitement... It made me feel sexier and madly driven to pleasure the stranger standing in front of me.

Feeling brave, I grabbed the base of his shaft in my hand, continuing to stroke him while using my mouth to suck on the tip. I pursed my lips tightly around it as I sucked him deeper and deeper into me. When I reached what felt like the deepest point without me gagging, I looked up at him and our eyes met. The look on his face spelled intense, and raw pleasure.

With renewed confidence, I started bobbing my head, up and down his shaft, letting my full upper lip and tongue massage his cock between them. My left hand now holding the base of his cock, mostly just to stabilize myself, as I was making a real effort to massage and rub his balls with my right.

Within seconds, he started to moan. His body started to tense up, his hands firmly behind my head, preventing me from going at my own pace. Really, the dynamic had changed completely, as he was now holding my head still and forcefully thrusting himself into my mouth. It made me feel so feminine, slutty, and naughty - all at the same time.

Then with a heavy groan, his body shuddered, and I could feel his cum shoot to the back of my mouth. The taste was everything I had imagined, but the act itself was a million times sexier. He stopped thrusting into my mouth when he first started to cum, so I decided to keep going and suck him off all he’s got until I could no longer feel his cock pump anymore of his load into my already cum flooded mouth. When he pulled out, I felt a drop of his semen linger on my bottom lip and drip down my chin, so I immediately licked it off and proceeded to swallow his entire load.

The man was completely dumbfounded. He was leaning back against the car becoming chatty all of the sudden. He was telling me how much fun our experience was and all the things we could do together. Then he got on to changing my tire while I ran back inside the mall to go to the bathroom and fix myself up before driving back home to my religious parents.

When I got back to my car, he was just finishing up with the tires. I awkwardly thanked him for helping me out, so he gave me his number and we said our goodbyes; personally knowing I would never see him again. I deleted his number before getting home.

Xoxo, Adeline

Background (no need to read if you’ve read about my first encounter stroking a stranger):

If you remember, back in November as a fresh 18 year old, I was suddenly awakened to my own sexuality at the beginning of a Mexico trip with family. After discovering the pool water jets through an unexpected and mind blowing orgasm (my first ever), I went from being barely aware of my desires and unconsciously repressing them through my faith, to wanting to sex it up with just about any guy who was in the right place at the right time.... Despite my efforts of displaying my body to the fullest the next day, no man seemed willing to approach me and make the first move. So I took matters in my own hands (literally). I approached a complete stranger and gave the lucky man a handjob. This culminated with him cumming on my ass in the pool and ditching me right away, followed by me going for another water jet solo orgasm... (end background)

I typically fall asleep as soon as I lay down, but that night I spent a lot of time reflecting on what I had done and what had transpired. I fell asleep relatively anxious...but unbelievably wet. When I woke up the next day, my panties were fully soaked, my warm juices dripping down my thigh despite the barrier - a horniness that made me afraid of what I might do given the opportunity. Except, as I was about to find out- there was going to be zero chances of me doing anything about it at all. Our parents barged into the room laying out the plans for the day- a full day of family activities.

I remember having a tough time making it through the morning activities, my mind distracted and focused elsewhere. I was getting so wet that I was starting to worry that my family, or others around us, might be smelling or even seeing the wetness. For lunch, my family decided to eat by the pool. After we ordered, they all decided to go for a quick dip in the secluded pool, just by the bar area where we would soon be eating. I decided against joining in as I could not risk getting anywhere closer to those faithful water jets from the previous days...or I might have just given in and caused a very interesting scene.

Less than seconds after my parents turn around and leave me on the side of the pool on my own, a man walks by and touches my arm - his touch electrifying. In a deep raspy whisper, he tells me to follow him, not stopping for a second. I freeze, my mind goes blank.

Without even realizing I was doing it, I yell out at my parents, just a few metres away “I have to run back to our room. I’ll be right back!”

I start following the stranger, walking just a little faster than my usual pace to catch up to the man as soon as I am out of my parents’ view. Before I could come up with something to say, or ask where we are going, he opens up - “I saw you yesterday. I know what you did.” My mind goes blank and my body starts shaking with nervousness...”I know what you need babe”...His words send a shiver down my spine, my mind racing. There were so many things I wanted to utter, but only one thing came out - “I am a virgin”. I could see his smile turn into more of a grin. “Mmm really?” ...

Moments later he swipes open the door to a room, enters, and holds the door open for me. So many red flags should have gone off in my head...but with my pussy now pulsing with excitement in a way I never felt before- I barely pause for a split second to look around before I follow him in, and sit on his bed.

Without saying anything more, he comes up in front of me, unties his swim trunks, and lets them fall to the floor. He takes my wrist and puts my hand on his cock. I can feel it harden quickly as I grab onto it. His eyes lock with mine as he tells me... “You know what to do. Hurry up and you might even get back in time for lunch!” That sends me into overdrive. I start stroking his cock haphazardly- slowly, quickly, short strokes, long strokes... getting more and more into it. Next thing I know he is moaning rhythmically and soon lets out a loud groan - along with a big load of cum that squirts all over me- my face, my cleavage, my bathing suit.

I continue sitting down on his bed, perplexed and in awe, letting him make the next move. He walks away but comes right back with toilet paper, that he passes to me and tells me to clean up. He then opens the door and sends me on my way, telling me his wife could be back any moment. On my way out the door, he slaps my ass gently and I can feel it jiggle while he tells me he will see me around the resort.

I rush back to the pool where we were to have lunch. To my surprise, the food had not even arrived yet, so I go sit by the bar area on my own, watching my family soak around in the pool for a few more minutes. So many questions and things to reflect on...but incapable of it. My mind still in full sensory overload, my pussy throbbing in what I can only describe as an on-going low grade orgasm.

PS: Unfortunately, back at home now, I am under the careful watch of my family so I am very much still a virgin...but I have recently learned just how much I enjoy getting men to cum for me. I enjoy getting you excited by sharing my personal experiences and photos of my body. Getting you off is honestly my biggest turn on, and I love letting my newly found exhibitionistic side shine through. There are more updates if you are interested and made it through this block of text haha...

Xoxo, Adeline

November 2020, Mexico trip

If you remember, I was suddenly awakened to my own sexuality at the beginning of the Mexico trip with family. After discovering the water jets and what a mind blowing orgasm they can offer, I turned from being barely aware of my desires, to wanting to sex it up with just about any stranger who was in the right place at the right time. The following day, despite my efforts to get any of the older guys at the resort to make a move on me by just strutting around the resort all day showing off my body- I was not able to have anyone approach me and make the first move. They all seemed to look and enjoyed the view...but none of them seemed willing to go any further.

I was so horny after such a sudden awaking to my desires that I felt it was time for me to take matters in my own hands. Literally. My first attempt at it was to go into the pool and swim underwater, purposely aiming to run into older men who seemed alone. I would keep my hand out ahead and let it reach them as I swam towards them. I did it with some 5-6 men. They all laughed it off, blushed, apologized for being in the way...but they all walked away. I was completely baffled. After having touched so many men, with no luck, I was getting a little upset because my horniness was growing.

So I changed gears. I picked a target, a man in his mid 40s who was at the end of a pool that was more secluded, with no one around. I got my cell phone with me and started acting like I was talking on the phone as I was slowly walking backwards in the water towards him. Until I ran into him. He grabbed my waist to turn me away as he started to apologize for running into me (???🥺). Feeling daring, I walked backwards into him - again. I couldn’t quite hear what he said as I was ‘talking’ to the imaginary person on the other end of the call, but he grabbed my hips and tried to redirect them, this time a little less sure of it- but his fingers very obviously still lingering on my hips. Being touched like that for the first time was completely electric for me. So I backed up again...this time he let me walk my ass into his lap still holding my hips.

I started rubbing my ass against his crotch, feeling his cock get obviously harder by the second. He was confused and unsure what to do. His hands had no moved from my hips despite my desire to feel them touching other parts of me. I was hoping (and expecting) he would grab me and take control of the situation. So instead, with my free hand that wasn’t holding my phone, I reached back into his swim trunks...and there it was. The first time I got my hand around a throbbing hard cock.

I continued the act of talking on the phone as I started haphazardly rubbing his cock inside his swim trunks with my hands. Finally, I could feel him pulling them down behind me as I was still facing forward. He pulled them down just enough for his cock to be released, his tip pressed against my ass cheek. I was so turned on... I started stroking him up and down as I continue rubbing my ass against his tip lightly. I can hear him moan behind me, but I never turned around. It wasn’t long before I feel his cock pulsating within my hand and I feel him shoot his load against my ass with gentle pressure. His cum quickly dispersing in the pool water.

Without saying a word, he pulls up his trunks and jumps out of the water to walk away. I couldn’t believe I had just gave a handjob to a complete stranger whose face I didn’t even get a good look at. However, I must say...I was finally content with myself. Even more turned on by what had just happened, I just found the nearest water jet and indulged in my own orgasm again, reaching it within the first 5 seconds. I hurried back to my room, red like a tomato, flustered by events, but so satisfied with what I had done.

PS: Unfortunately, at home I am under the careful watch of my family so I am very much still a virgin...but I have recently learned just how much I enjoy getting guys to cum for me. I enjoy getting you guys excited through my personal experiences and photos of my body. To get you off is honestly my biggest turn on, and I love doing it by letting my exhibitionistic side shine through. There are even more updates if you are interested and made it through this block of text haha...

Xoxo, Adeline

Background: I turned 18 last September, but I grew up in a strict Christian household and have been home schooled throughout my education. The few friends I had over the years were vetted by my parents and mostly just from our Church group...and, of course, I was never allowed to spend any time with boys. I was forbidden access to all social media. Sex and sexuality was never allowed to be discussed in our household. Basically all material, content, and ideas I have ever consumed was highly filtered by my parents through the lens of their religious beliefs.

In November, my parents took my sister and I on a family vacation to Mexico. This was our first trip outside the country and the first time out on a resort. (It was such a beautiful place with kind staff all around). We stayed for nearly a month, but after a few days on the resort the parents got quite comfortable letting us roam around on our own so they could go and do their own activities. It was the first time in my life I got some freedom without supervision.

On one of the afternoons I was hanging out on my own in a more secluded area of one of the big pools and watching a couple (both mid 20s?) make out. It was only them and I in the water. He was muscular and good looking, while her build was similar to mine, just brunette. (I am blonde, 5’7’’, thin, but with an outsized big round booty and D cup perky breast). I was fascinated by the passion in the way he kissed her and the way her body seemed to respond in pleasure. I was boiling with jealousy over something I was suddenly craving without even knowing the guy. I doubt they ever noticed me as I tried to lay low in the water so I could keep on watching without disturbing them. To my surprise, after him taking a look around (and apparently not seeing me), he switched spots with her and got behind her. He pushed her against the pool wall and very obviously started thrusting into her from behind. She started moaning louder and louder until he covered her mouth up. A few minutes later, they got out of the pool and very obviously started rushing away with the guy trying to hide a very big erection. What do I do next? I swim over to the spot they were standing in and start imagining what it’d feel like to be her...and to my surprise, I discovered it felt AMAZING...even without the guy. There was a water jet pumping water into the pool right where I was standing, that was at the right height and angle to hit my clit directly. I had no idea what I was doing, but it felt so good I didn’t dare move away. No idea if anyone saw me, as everything around me just turned into a big blur, but seconds later I was overcome with such intense pleasure and a release of pressure for the first time. My first orgasm.

I was embarrassed beyond belief after the feeling passed, so I rushed back to our room and hung out there on my own for the rest of the day, contemplating life. I couldn’t believe the rush, the feeling...everything I had missed out on.

But that’s when my life changed forever. I made a conscious decision to take back control of my life and sexuality, and embark on a deliberate journey of discovery. It was like a flip had switched. I was ready to make the most out of the rest of my vacation and 3 weeks of freedom. (I may have gone a little too crazy after...having given handjobs to 2 complete strangers...)

Something inside me was awakened...

Now I am back at home under the strict overwatch of my religious parents- but I have not stopped exploring my sexuality with every chance I get.

PS: After this overnight slutty awakening I really went a little crazy for the rest of our family trip. There are updates if you are interested to hear what happened next...and the explorations and crazy journey since

Xoxo, Adeline 🥰