The story of the loss of virginity, the first sex in the resort.
This is not just a story about the first sex and loss of virginity, it is a cry of my emotional experiences. Today I was left alone at home, there was nothing special to do, and the memories began to surge by themselves. Listen, more precisely read.
We lived really good by those standards. Parents spoiled us. In honor of my second year, my pope decided to cheer me up and motivate me in the third year of successful training at the institute, giving a ticket to the resort. Of course, no one would let me go alone, so the tour was paid for two: my beloved granny went on vacation.
Yeah, far from the limit of my dreams! Understanding that I could not avoid total control, I have already reconciled, and dutifully prepared to spend all two weeks along the strictly defined route “Beach – Hotel”. But upon arrival, my grandmother held a preventive conversation with me about my further behavior here. To my surprise, no one was going to hang my shackles. Moreover, she provided complete freedom of action (for example, if I get acquainted here with the same days and want to go with the company to “dancing”), but with the main requirement: at home I should be no later than 12, like Cinderella from a fairy tale, and if possible to warn, if I decide where to leave.
Acquaintance with a handsome man, his unsuccessful attempt at the first sex
As it turned out later, it was not so simple to apply the privileges received from the Pope. Around the kids were worn from small to great, mommy category “30+” and men with beer stomachs. I practically lost any hope of breaking away here, when suddenly at the dinner of the first day of our stay, I paid attention to the guy, who now and then stared at me. He sat through several tables, and tried to hide his obvious interest, taking his eyes to the side, as soon as our eyes crossed. And he was very good, so cute, maybe 7 years older than me, pumped up, medium height with luxurious tanning and huge hands.
The next day, on the way to the dining room, someone carefully grabbed me by the back by the shoulder. I turned around and saw the same cute from dinner.
“Hello,” he said on a smile. – My name is den, and you?
We met. It was evident that he was worried a little, but offered to meet in the evening and go somewhere, to which I answered dry: “I’ll think about it, thanks for the proposal!”. I was not going to run anywhere on the first one. I was not a fool, I realized that he did not want to drive a round dance with me. Oh yes, at the very beginning of the story I forgot to say that I am a virgin, I have never had sex. Not because I am not like that, but because I have not met a worthy guy who could surrender.
The next day, I have never seen a den anywhere. She was even a little upset that this handsome man immediately folded his hands and refused the idea to conquer me, frightened by the slightest rebuff. I decided to come up with an entertainment program for myself, so I warned a granny, who, unlike me, spent the time here and found a lot of free ears and went to the beach. The case was approaching sunset, there was practically no one on the shore, I began to gather in the room, but Den appeared out of nowhere again from nowhere. The heart was strange. He approached, and offered to linger on the beach for another 15 minutes to sit on the shore and chat, and after he would spend me. This time I did not unlock.
The conversation was not glued: the list of banal questions, which are usually exchanged by unfamiliar people, ended, and silence reigned between us for a couple of minutes. At that moment, Den muttered something slurred about sea coolness, and imperceptibly hugged me. When I turned in his direction, the handsome man tried to kiss me, but I shoved him aside, stood up sharply and went home, in the room. I really wanted to reciprocate him, but something restrained me inside.
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Repeatedly scrolling in my head a picture of last evening, I heated myself to the limit. The desire of sex was unrealistically strong. Suddenly someone tapped the room, and, opening the door, on the threshold I saw a den. He did not say anything, apparently so as not to attract attention to Babushkino, and left me a note, but leaving friendly. “I am leaving tomorrow. Waiting for you in the evening, where yesterday … ”In order not to give out her excitement to the granny, I decided to wash myself with cold water. I was in a stupor. What should I do? Decide or not? After all, the first sex is too responsible, but I know almost nothing about this guy. In addition, he will leave tomorrow and we will never see each other. But I so want him, I want to part with my virginity and that it is he who becomes my first man.
How I lost virginity on the beach, pain and orgasm from the first sex
When I came, he was already sitting on the shore, a light surf caressed his legs. Having spread the litter in the sand, I left outer clothes and went to plunge. It is very difficult to describe my excitement, but I tried not to give a look there. To relax, she decided to swim on her back, and when she was approaching the shore, she hit her hand on Den’s hands, which grabbed me from behind. We began to kiss right in the water. He was gentle, his hands penetrated my swimming trunks and under the bodice. I began to tremble either from excitement, or from the water cool in the evening, and kissing, we went ashore.
Having laid me on the litter, which was already in the sand, Den began to pull off my swimming trunks. I was not going to resist, but it was not my power to completely relax. I was afraid of this pain from the loss of virginity. But more than once I heard the stories from the girls that everything goes very smoothly, and some even during the first sex manage to finish.
In the hope of the best, I completely surrendered to the sensations. Den raised my bra and began to kiss my chest, bite the nipples, increasing my excitement. But all these sensations compared to the fact that I felt when Den touched the tongue of my clitoris. I could no longer control myself and completely trusted his actions. A strange wave of tension, unfamiliar to me earlier, then a stormy surge and sudden relaxation rolled up.
After the first orgasm, Den was going to bring what he had begun to the end. His member stood as a tin soldier, and I was afraid that such a “dignity” could simply injure my unprepared vagina. I lay on my back, he settled on top of me, slowly and smoothly, going inside. At first, it was not hurt, but at the moment when his penis penetrated the vagina completely, I felt a sharp pain. “Be patient, everything will pass now,” he said. Gradually, his movements were accelerated, the pain began to replace pleasant friction, and at that moment Den sharply took out a member and lowered the sperm on my stomach.
I never received a second orgasm, and on the other hand – on this day I had many other intimate impressions, and what I dreamed about – I became a woman. In addition, a little accelerated in the lower abdomen. We went into the sea to rinse, slowly collected things, and wandered, holding hands, at the hotel. On the way, they talked about something cute, and in the morning, I accidentally saw from the window how Den left the hotel with things. It’s a pity that it all ended like this, without a chance to continue. But so I decided myself, so I remembered my first man.