OnenightinLA

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This story happened a few years ago during a crazy vacation.
It was a rare seven-day holiday,
and C and I went to the US together.
She claimed to have friends there who could host us and let us stay.
We were so excited that we bought very cheap tickets (the price difference is huge outside of summer and winter vacations). We didn't even plan our itinerary before we went.
(By the way, I'm also going to the US this Chinese New Year
, and I'm really looking forward to going again... although that time it was summer, and this time it's winter, so there are no beaches to go to ><)
We happily arrived in Los Angeles, a coastal city
(I don't quite remember the name, but it's a town known for its resort beaches).
We arrived at C's friend's house
. "Auntie Chen, we've arrived..." C greeted her happily.
Auntie Chen warmly led us into the room, helped us put away our luggage, and settled us into our beds.
We relaxed a little... After a quick chat, I went down to the living room to chat with Mrs. Chen.
She enthusiastically recommended places we could go, fun activities, and so on.
When she heard that we hadn't made any plans and no one to take care of us, she offered her son
, Simon, to us. She called her son, "Mom has two friends, two young and pretty girls,
who are coming to LA to play, but they have no one to take care of them. Do you have any good ideas?"
She discussed something on the other end of the phone, then hung up.
We continued chatting, and about an hour later, her son arrived.
Mr. Chen was a young man of about 25, with a buzz cut, dark skin, and a beaming smile; he
had a distinctly ABC (American-born Chinese) look .
We introduced ourselves
. "Okay, we have a few friends who happen to have a party in xx these days..." They set up a small hut next to the beach
. I'll take you there, want to play together? Okay?
Play for two days first, then on the third day we'll go to xxx, and on the fourth day you can go to oooo, and then there are
xx, xx, xx and other places,
you can choose whichever you like..."
He introduced it off incessantly, and we became more and more excited as we listened.
After working for a whole year, we finally had this completely liberated, carefree day.
The next day, we took our light luggage and beach gear, got into Mr. Chen's car, and
arrived at the beach hut. We met his friends,
all of them ABCs, a total of four men and three women,
who had already been playing there all day.
Mr. Chen seemed a little older than them, said he had something to do, and would come back in the evening, and left,
leaving just the two of us with this group
. C and I looked everyone over.
Everyone was wearing beach shorts and bikinis
, and they were all taller than us. The bikinis were all incredibly revealing and thin, making
my tank top and shorts look too big on me.
But everyone was very friendly, making us feel completely at ease and relaxed.
We introduced ourselves;
they were almost all students from the University of Southern California, and we'd skipped a day or two of class to create a four-day weekend.
One of them, Ronny, had a beach hut, so we all came together.
When I write this, you might instinctively think of some crazy mixed-gender party
(or am I just overthinking things? :p)
, but it didn't feel like that at all
. It just felt like a group of sunny, healthy people enjoying the summer beach.
C and I changed into bikinis, applied sunscreen, and put on sunglasses,
feeling more at home in that world.
The daytime sun was very comfortable.
There were many people playing on the beach.
They led us to the beach,
and we first played beach volleyball,
which was a lot of fun. Yes, but I haven't played in a long time (there are very few opportunities like this in Taiwan > <).
And the bikini I bought was too... how to say, too tight.
Not only did my breasts jiggle a lot when I ran,
but I also often felt like they were about to fall out.
One of the girls saw me constantly adjusting my bikini,
came over, and kindly took me to a nearby sales shop.
Based on her own experience (she also had quite a large bust), she told me which one was the best to buy for the most comfortable exercise.
I bought a bright yellow one that covered me quite well.
I was very touched by her kindness.
We went back to the volleyball court, and it was indeed much more comfortable to play there.
Around noon, a boy who seemed to be the leader, Stanley, called for everyone to go take a shower.
We went to the shower area next door to wash off the sand.
Two boys went inside and brought out several very large towels and laid them out. On the beach,
we grabbed some sandwiches, chips, and drinks from the cabin.
We sat on the sand eating and enjoying the warm sun.
The comfort was something I hadn't experienced in a year in Taipei.
I'd only been there one morning, but it already felt like I was in paradise,
almost unreal.
In the afternoon, it was my first time surfing
, and I was clumsy, swallowing a lot of water
and getting completely soaked.
I was so glad I'd bought a new bikini; my old one would definitely have been washed away by the big waves, revealing my underwear
. We played like this until five or six o'clock, then returned to the cabin. One of the boys went back to buy some fast food.
We all took showers, still wearing bikinis and hot pants
, and when the food arrived, we sat in the living room, eating and chatting while watching a rather uninteresting TV program.
In the evening, some played cards, while others chatted and ate.
Beer was being served one can after another.
Mr. Chen also arrived, wearing a shirt and seemingly the most dressed among us.
I didn't drink too much, but the other boys were all quite drunk.
Afterwards, we looked at some of their photos, watched TV, and
drifted off like this until midnight.
Everyone collapsed into bed,
some on the sofa, some on the carpet.
Someone brought several large towels, and everyone wrapped themselves in them and slept comfortably.
C and I, being relatively unfamiliar with everyone, were still a little worried and waited until everyone was sound asleep before slowly closing our eyes.
This day had absolutely no erotic elements,
even though I was wearing a sexy bikini that would make anyone in Taiwan swoon, and C was wearing a wild leopard-print sexy swimsuit.
But no one made any sexual advances or acted inappropriately.
In Taiwan, that scene would definitely be associated with a home party and promiscuity,
but there everyone seemed perfectly comfortable and used to it.
I couldn't help but wonder, was it our problem? Or their problem? Or was there no problem at all?
The next day, everyone woke up one by one. We ate breakfast and excitedly discussed what to do in the morning.
I begged Roger, who had taught me to surf the day before, to take me surfing again.
So he took me, and the two of us went to the beach again.
I don't know if anyone has surfing experience,
but the immediate feeling after surfing is muscle soreness.
At least that's how it was for me.
When I tried to surf, I found that I was too weak and felt like I was going to cramp up at any moment
. So I gave up. Roger went surfing, and I played in the water freely, sometimes lazily sitting on the beach sunbathing.
Another boy, Justin, came over.
He was about 180cm tall, a bit strong, and quite dark-skinned,
with slightly curly hair. He also had a sunny boy look.
"Sandrea, right?" He gave me a sunny smile.
"Yeah!" I smiled
back and sat down, and we started chatting.
We sat freely, watching the people on the beach, chatting about this and that. It
was very pleasant chatting with him.
His Chinese had a slight accent, but it was generally as good as ours.
He was born in the United States and had visited Taiwan a few times with his parents.
Taiwan was a foreign country to him.
I found that chatting with him made the world seem much bigger
, and their views on things were... broader, less rigid, and more free.
It's hard to describe the feeling, but it made me feel good.
When we went in at noon, he continued to approach me, and we ate together.
In the afternoon, everyone continued playing beach volleyball, and he kept deliberately getting closer to me.
I didn't mind, because it actually felt quite good.
After dinner, we all sat in the living room watching TV.
Suddenly, I felt there were fewer people.
"Hey, where are Teresa and Roger?" I asked
Justin with a sly smile, glancing towards the second floor. "They went into the room."
"Into the room?" I asked.
"Yeah, they're a couple. They haven't been intimate for two days and it feels like ages, so when they got to that room
, we all tacitly agreed that since someone was in the room, no one would disturb them." He chuckled
. I retracted my innocent impression of this couple
, but thinking about it, it was actually quite understandable. So we continued what we were doing
and watched TV. Then someone suggested playing a game—
the King's Game, which seems to be very popular in Taiwan recently, but was actually quite common in the US back then.
They use a bottle, and whoever it lands on loses. The loser of the previous round can choose the next loser.
If the same person gets the same person for two rounds, the loser of the round before that chooses the winner. So it's very fair and
crazy, but it also keeps things within limits.
The worst punishment I got was having to kiss C for a minute
and have another girl touch my breasts to check if they were real
. "Hmm, very soft, they should be real," the girl giggled.
"Sandrea, I love you, marry me..."
Everyone burst into laughter;
the atmosphere was really high.
Teresa and Roger had returned long ago and joined the game.
It wasn't really noticeable that they'd just had sex
; the game wasn't erotic, but it was very exciting.
Afterwards, everyone was free to shower and chat.
Justin came over and said
, "Sandrea, want to go for a walk on the beach?"
I readily agreed and
grabbed a sarong to wrap around myself because it was a bit chilly, but I was still only wearing a bikini on top.
Justin wore a floral shirt.
We walked and chatted, going further and further away.
After about half an hour, we realized we were too far
. "Should we go back? It's a bit far..." I said
. "Yeah," Justin said, turning to leave. Suddenly, he looked up at the moon and said,
"Look, the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
"Hmm..." I looked up, the atmosphere was hazy.
While I was looking, he suddenly lowered his head and secretly kissed my cheek.
"Ah?" My face instantly turned red. I looked up at him.
He smiled, took my hand, and
we walked back along the beach.
Those half hours felt like a slow, gentle fire, brewing our inner desires to a fever pitch.
We returned to the cabin, walking one after the other in tacit agreement, stepping over people eating and watching TV, and went upstairs.
No one looked up to ask us anything or noticed anything.
When I got upstairs, I found three rooms, and Justin was standing in the door of one of them.
One of the other two doors was closed, and I guessed there was someone inside.
I went into the room, and he closed the door.
We no longer hid our rising desire.
He lowered his head and kissed me passionately,
his hands touching my breasts. He reached behind me and unhooked my bikini,
starting to play with my breasts.
I wildly pulled away from him. My clothes were pulled off,
and my hands touched his chest muscles.
His hands busily unbuttoned my sarong, then he picked
me up in one swift motion. I let out a soft moan, hooking my legs around his back.
He carried me to the bed, put me down first,
took off his own pants, took out a condom and put it on,
then took off my underwear.
"Sandrea, the first time I saw you, I was fantasizing about this..." he whispered in my ear. I turned
my head away, my face flushed, but the desire in my heart had already heated up to a fever pitch.
He covered my breasts with his hands, kneading them incessantly,
shaping the flesh into balls, and lightly licking and sucking my nipples with his tongue, making smacking sounds.
I was both shy and excited, holding his head with both hands, my mouth already moaning incessantly,
"It feels so good... mmm..."
He rubbed even more vigorously, then suddenly adjusted his position,
placing his head below me, and licking my clitoris with his tongue.
I cried out in surprise because the stimulation of my clitoris was so sudden and intense.
It felt like goosebumps all over my body.
"Ah...no...ah..." I cried out wildly as
he licked me faster.
I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, and my body was writhing uncontrollably.
I even thought that if I could see myself now, I would look incredibly lewd.
He stopped,
half-stood up, and looked at me, still panting
. "You're beautiful, Sandrea, you know?" He smiled.
I answered him shyly with panting breaths.
He knelt on the bed,
lifted my thighs and placed them on his thighs, and
inserted himself.
"Ah..." I cried out as if I were being liberated.
He carefully and deeply inserted and withdrew, then inserted and withdrew again
. "Take it slow first..." he said softly.
My desire was aroused to the point of excitement.
He gradually increased his speed until he was thrusting rapidly, moving in and out at a constant pace.
"Ah!...ah!...ah!...ah ah..." I cried out wantonly
as he thrust in and out, moaning softly,
"Ya...ya...oh god...so good..."
"Are you comfortable... Sandrea..." he asked breathlessly.
"Mmm... Ah... Comfortable... Comfortable..." I answered ecstatically.
He continued thrusting, gripping my waist tightly with both hands,
making each thrust sound loud and clear.
He seemed to be using all his strength, and with each thrust, my whole body trembled, as if he were penetrating to the deepest point.
"Your breasts are so big... Sandrea... They sway beautifully like this..." he said breathlessly.
"Ah... Ah... No..." In my daze, I also felt my breasts
swaying violently with his thrusts.
Just imagining that scene made my lewd, shameful, and excited feelings even more intense
. "Really...so beautiful...oh..." He thrust even harder, his hands tightening,
each thrust feeling like he was going to knock me unconscious.
"Ah...gentler...gentler...ah..." I cried out in a hoarse voice.
"I can't help it...really...you're so amazing...Sandrea...so good..."
He thrust faster and faster, then suddenly with a powerful thrust, he stopped, panting, and pulled out his penis.
I used those few seconds to catch my breath,
but he thrust in again,
in a similar position, and this time it was a full-force sprint
. "Ah...ah...ah..." I could only scream in a daze,
"Sandrea...my..." "God...do you like it...?" He chanted desperately,
"I like it..." I was almost overwhelmed by the thrusting, and I frantically grabbed his hands
. "Oh...your breasts are so big...I can't take it anymore..." He grabbed my hands and squeezed them inwards,
making my breasts bulge and swell.
"Ah...ah..." I kept crying out, as he thrust faster and faster
. "I can't...I can't take it anymore...Sandrea..."
With that cry, he released my hands, kneading and squeezing my breasts,
while his penis convulsed and ejaculated repeatedly .
We gasped for breath and embraced each other.
He collapsed, holding me close. "Sandrea, you're so amazing, your body is incredible, really...
oh god... I'm dying..."
I stroked his hair, panting heavily
until I recovered a bit. Then I put on my bikini, went to the bathroom to shower,
changed into a t-shirt and shorts, and went downstairs where
people were already sleeping on makeshift beds.
I grabbed a large towel, wrapped myself in it, and
closed my eyes. I knew I would sleep very, very well tonight...
Postscript:
A passionate sexual encounter is incomparable to anything else :)

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