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 💋
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1063cqg/anxious_handjob_for_a_random_stranger_on_the
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