A[F]ter Pro[M] Adventures

Hi, so I shared a story of mine the other day and promised that I'd come back and share more. So here's more! And don't worry, everyone's at least 18 in this story.

After prom my senior year, John and I, along with five other couples all got together and rented a beach house for the weekend. One of the other girls had an older sister who agreed to chaperone for us, and our parents all agreed, so we were good.

We all changed out of our dresses (I loved that beautiful blue dress) and tuxes into hangout clothes, mostly shorts and t shirts. Because the sister was cool, she let us drink, and we were all quite buzzed before too long.

I said I was going to go walk on the beach, and thankfully, John caught the hint and joined me soon after. We had a pretty romantic walk and talk, kissed a bit with our toes in the water.

His hand slipped up under my shirt, and I let him, enjoying the feel of his fingers on my back, even getting up to my bra. I got a little nervous then, but still didn't stop him, and I let my hands explore his back, too.

Before long, he fiddled with the strap, finally unhooking it. He backed off of the kiss and raised his eyebrow, silently asking if this was alright. I looked up and down the beach and didn't see anyone, so I nodded. His hands moved around and cupped my breasts under the bra. I had let him feel them a few times like that before, but he was much more active this time. He slowly started lifting my shirt up, like I wouldn't notice and he could sneak it past me. I smiled into his kissed, and broke the kiss just in time to let the shirt slide over my head, and I grabbed his shirt while we were separated.

He laid me down on the sand at that point and we continued. I let him go ahead and take my bra off all the way, letting me be topless on a beach for the first time in my life. His hand went to the front of my shorts, next, rubbing me through my cotton shorts and panties. Of course, I could also feel his bulge against my stomach.

He slipped his hand in just the shorts, first, but soon raised his hand back up, hesitated for a second, and then dove in the panties, too. I had only let him play with my pussy twice before this, but I was soaking wet at this point. I distinctly remember having the thought Oh my God, this is actually happening. My first time is going to be on a beach, in the moonlight with a great guy, and it's going to be perfect! note my shorts are still on at this point…

I reached in his shorts, too, and played with him some. He was not shy about letting me see and play with him. I had given him a few hand jobs and a couple blow jobs at this point, so I knew full well what he was working with.

A few minutes later, both our shorts and underwear were off, leaving us naked. My legs spread for him, and he lined himself up at my entrance. He looked at me and asked, "Are you ready? You sure?" I told him yes, and he started pushing forward.

It was slow going, I had been a good girl, so I was very tight. But we eventually got there, and I winced and asked him to slow down a bit, especially past a certain point. He did whenever I asked, even pausing if I needed it. It felt like such an accomplishment to finally get him in. We kissed when he got in all the way and he rested before starting again and picking up speed.

You know how I had thought it would be perfect? How sex on the beach (the act, not the drink) is romanticized? Well, I had failed to take into account how sand manages to get EVERYWHERE, including places it does not need to go. I was glad he didn't last very long this time, so we could try to fix that. He pulled out and came on my stomach. All over.

He suggested a swim to wash everything off-topic sand, blood, cum, everything. I agreed and he went out into the water, skinny dipping. We washed ourselves off, and I got the sand out of the sensitive places as best I could. After about a half hour of washing and playing in the water, he hugged and kissed me again, and I felt his dick pressed against me again. I laughed and said, "Wow, already?" He laughed and nodded.

We went a little deeper in the water and I hugged him again and wrapped my legs around him while he grabbed my ass. We lined up and slowly slid me down onto him again. It was easier this time, but still not perfect. But there was no sand. It felt much better this time, and he lasted longer, making everything a much better experience.

I said we needed to get back to the house, but he got to our clothes first and grabbed them. He said I should walk back naked. I laughed and said, "only if you do, too," and he agreed! So we held each other's clothes and walked back. We got dressed before we went in, but it was exciting to walk on the beach naked, even if no one saw us. We were welcomed back and enjoyed the rest of the evening with our friends.

We were lucky enough to draw the master bedroom, so we went to bed and stripped and he wanted to go again. We would have, too, but he had a lot more alcohol after we got back, and I guess between that and being tired out from earlier, he couldn't rise to the occasion. I didn't mind, I was really tired at that point. So we just cuddled to sleep.

Well, that's part one of my prom weekend, I'll get part two up in the next day or two if y'all want to read it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3e9doi/after_prom_adventures