One night in LA

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Oneness in La

by Sandrea:

This story takes place a few years ago during a crazy vacation.

It was a rare seven-day holiday, and C and I planned to go to the United States. She claimed to have friends there
who could host us. We excitedly bought very cheap tickets (the price difference is huge outside of summer and winter vacations),
and went without even planning our itinerary.

(By the way, I'm also going to the United States this year for 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.

"Aunt Chen, we've arrived..." C greeted her happily.

Aunt Chen warmly led us into the room, helped us put away our luggage, and settled our beds.

We unpacked for a bit and then went down to the living room to chat with Aunt Chen. She enthusiastically
recommended places we could go, places to visit, and other fun things to do. When she heard that we hadn't made any
plans and had no one to look after us, she offered her son to us.

"Simon," she called her son, "Mom has two friends, two young and pretty
girls, coming to Las Vegas to visit, but they have no one to look after them. Do you have any good ideas?"

The person on the other end of the line said something unintelligible. She discussed it briefly, then hung up.

We continued chatting, and about an hour later, her son arrived.

Mr. Chen was a young man of about twenty-five, with a buzz cut, dark skin, and a beaming smile; he had a distinctly
ABC (American-born Chinese) look. We introduced ourselves.

"Okay, I have a few friends who happen to be having a party these days.
They've set up a little hut near xx Beach. I'll take you there, want to hang out? Okay? Let's play for a couple of days first, then on
the third day we'll go to xxx, and on the fourth day you can go to ooooo, and then there are xxx,
xxx, xxx and other places, you can choose whichever you like..." he enthusiastically introduced.
The more we listened , the happier we became. After working all year, we had finally waited for this completely liberated, carefree day.

The next day, we packed light luggage and beach gear and got into Mr. Chen's car.

We arrived at the beach hut and met his friends, all of them ABC. There were four men and three women in total, and they
had already been there for a day. Mr. Chen seemed a little older than them, said he had something to do and would come back in the evening
, and then left. Leaving the two of us with this group.

C and I looked everyone over. Everyone was dressed casually: men in beach shorts, women in bikinis, and the bikinis were all
incredibly revealing and sheer, making my tank top and shorts look too much. But they were all very friendly, making us
feel completely at ease and relaxed.

We introduced ourselves.

They were almost all USC students who had skipped a day or two of class to create a four-day
weekend getaway. One of them, Rony, had a beach hut and came along.

When I write this, you might instinctively picture a crazy mixed 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.

The daytime sun was pleasant, and many people were enjoying themselves on the beach.

They led us to the sand. We started by playing beach volleyball, which was fun, yes. But I hadn't
played in ages. (Such opportunities are rare in Taiwan > <) The bikini I bought was... well, it was 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, seeing me constantly adjusting my bikini, came over and kindly led me
to a nearby shop. Based on her own experience (she herself was quite large-breasted), she told me which type
was best for 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. It was definitely much more comfortable playing

there. Around noon, a boy who seemed to be the leader, Stanley, called for everyone to go shower.

We went to the shower area to wash off the sand. Two boys went inside and brought out several
very large towels, which they spread on the beach. They also brought some sandwiches, chips, and drinks.
We sat on the beach 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, and I already felt
like I was in paradise; it all seemed unreal.

In the afternoon, I tried surfing for the first time in my life. I was clumsy and swallowed a lot of water, getting completely soaked
. Then I realized how lucky I was to have bought a new bikini; my old one would definitely have been torn apart 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 and bought some fast food.
We all showered and took cold showers, still wearing bikinis and hot pants, before coming out to eat. We sat
comfortably in the living room, eating, watching some uninteresting TV, and chatting.

In the evening, we played cards, and those who weren't playing just chatted and ate. Beetroot can
after can of beer was being served. Mr. Chen also arrived, wearing a shirt; he seemed to be 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 into a state of decadence until midnight.

Everyone immediately fell asleep, some on the sofa, some on the carpet. Some brought
several large towels, and everyone wrapped themselves in them and slept comfortably. C and I, not being very familiar with everyone,
waited until everyone was sound asleep before slowly closing our eyes.

There wasn't a trace of eroticism in this day. Even though I was wearing a sexy
bikini that would make anyone in Taiwan swoon, and C was wearing a wild leopard print and sexy swimsuit, no one made any sexual advances or
acted . In Taiwan, that scene would definitely remind people of a home party, of promiscuity, but
there, everyone was very 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, excitedly discussing what to do in the morning.

I begged Roger, who had taught me surfing 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. The immediate feeling after surfing is muscle soreness, at least
that's how it was for me. When I tried to go surfing, I found I was too weak, and it felt like I could cramp up at any moment. So I gave
up, Roger went surfing, and I played freely in the water, sometimes lazily sitting on the beach sunbathing.

Another boy, Justin, came over. He was about 180 cm tall, a bit
stocky, quite dark-skinned, with slightly curly hair, and also had a sunny boyish face.

"Sandrea, right?" he smiled brightly.

"Yay!" I smiled back.

He sat down and started chatting with me.

We sat there freely, watching the people on the beach, chatting about this and that. It was a pleasant conversation 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 talking to him broadened my horizons, and their perspectives 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, sitting with me to eat.

In the afternoon, everyone continued playing beach volleyball, and he continued to deliberately approach me. I didn't mind, because it
actually felt quite nice.

After dinner, we all sat in the living room watching TV, and I suddenly felt there were fewer people.

"Hey, where are Teresa and Roger?" I asked.

Justin grinned mischievously, glancing upstairs. "They went into their room."

"Into their room?" I asked.

"Yeah, they're a boyfriend and girlfriend. They felt it had been too long since they last did it, so they went to that room.
We all knew that if someone was in the room, no one would disturb them," he chuckled.

Uh, I take back my innocent impression of this couple. But thinking about it, it's understandable, so we
continued with our own things and watched TV. Then someone suggested playing a game, a game that seems to be very
popular , 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 who gets next.
If the same person gets the same person for two rounds, the loser of the round before that chooses. So it's fair and crazy, but it's also quite
restrained . 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. You couldn't really tell they'd just
made love.

The game wasn't erotic, but it was very exciting.

Afterwards, everyone was free to shower and chat, while Justin came over.

"Sandrea, want to go for a walk on the beach?" he said.

I readily agreed, grabbing a sarong skirt to wrap around myself. It was a bit chilly, but I was still only
wearing a bikini top. Justin wore a floral shirt.

We strolled, chatting as we went, walking further and further away. After about half an hour, we realized we'd gone 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. "Look,
the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah..." I looked up; it was a very hazy atmosphere.

While I was looking, he suddenly leaned down and secretly kissed my cheek.

"Huh?" My face flushed instantly, and I looked up at him. He smiled and took my hand.

We walked back along the beach, and those half hours felt like a slow, gentle fire, slowly building up our desire
.

We returned to the cabin, and the two of us, one in front of the other, walked past people eating and watching TV,
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 doorway of one of them. One
of the other two doors was closed, and I guessed someone was 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 reaching for my breasts, then reaching behind my back to unbutton my bikini and begin to fondle them.

I wildly tore open his clothes, my hands reaching for his pectoral muscles. His hands busily unbuttoned my sarong
, then he lifted me up in one swift motion. I let out a soft "Ah!" and hooked my legs around his back. He carried me
to the bed, laid me down first, took off his own pants, put on a condom, and then
pulled down my underwear.

"Sandrea, the moment 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 intensified.

He covered my breasts with both hands, kneading them incessantly, shaping the flesh into balls, and lightly licking my nipples with his
tongue, making smacking sounds. I was both shy and excited, holding his head with both hands, already moaning incessantly.

"It feels so good... um..."

He rubbed even more vigorously, suddenly adjusting his position, placing his head below me, and licking with his tongue. I
cried out in surprise, because the stimulation of my clitoris was so sudden and intense, it felt like goosebumps rose all over my body.

"Ah... no... ah..." I cried out wildly.

He licked even faster. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, and my body
was writhing . I even thought to myself 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, Sandra, you know?" he smiled.

I answered shyly with a gasp.

He knelt on the bed, lifted my thighs and placed them on his, then penetrated me.

"Ah..." I cried out as if liberated.

He carefully and deeply inserted and withdrew, then inserted again and withdrew again.

"Take it slow..." 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.

He kept thrusting, moaning softly, "Ya...ya...oh good...so good..."

"Are you comfortable...sandrea..." he asked breathlessly.

"Mmm...ah...comfortable...comfortable..." I answered ecstatically.

He thrust in and out relentlessly, gripping my waist tightly with both hands, making each thrust resound with a loud slapping sound. He seemed to be using
all his strength, and with each thrust, my whole body jolted, as if he were penetrating to the deepest point. "Your breasts are so big
... Sandra... They sway so beautifully..." he panted.

"Ah... Ah... No..." In my daze, I also felt my breasts
swaying violently with his thrusts. Just imagining that scene intensified my lewd, shameful, and excited feelings.

"It really is... So beautiful... Oh..." He thrust even harder, his hands pressing harder, each thrust seeming
to knock me unconscious.

"Ah... A little gentler... A little gentler... Ah..." I cried out in a hoarse voice.

"I can't help it... Really... You're so amazing... Sandra... So wonderful..."

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 could hardly bear the thrusting, and my hands frantically grabbed his.

"Oh...your breasts are so big...I can't take it anymore..." He grabbed my hands and squeezed them inward,
making my breasts bulge and swell.

"Ah...ah..." I kept screaming as he thrust faster and faster.

"I can't...I can't take it anymore...Sandrea..." With that scream, he released my hands
, kneading my breasts with both hands, squeezing them hard, while his penis throbbed and ejaculated repeatedly.

We hugged each other, panting.

He collapsed, embracing me: "Sandrea, you're really amazing...your body is so amazing
, really! Oh god! I'm going to die..."

I stroked his hair, also panting heavily.

When I was more recovered, I put on my bikini, went to the bathroom to shower, changed into a t-shirt and
shorts, and went downstairs.

Some people had already started sleeping on makeshift beds on the floor. I also grabbed a large towel and wrapped myself in it. Before closing my eyes,
I knew I would sleep very, very well tonight…

[The End]

A rather romantic trip to LA, everything flowed naturally, emotions progressed from shallow to deep, and the performance was quite good!! Quite good. I really like it. I quite admire the author's writing style; writing from a female perspective has a unique flavor, especially this kind of somewhat erotic writing. Thumbs up! The author must have lived abroad, or the article is a translation. It has an exotic feel, and the thoughts are also Western, more direct and open. It's like watching a Western AV. Thumbs up, support the author! Quite good. I really like it. I quite admire the author's unique writing style, especially the somewhat erotic parts. It's written very warmly and realistically; the heroine's eventual sexual encounter feels very natural. I think there will be more exciting developments to come, but unfortunately, the story is too short. The romantic trip to La is quite touching; everything unfolds naturally, with emotions progressing from shallow to deep—very well done! It feels very real and natural; everything flows so smoothly and effortlessly, without any affectation. The author's descriptions are also very accurate. I read it a few years ago, haha. There's a nice girl from Taiwan named Sandrea who has updated over a dozen posts on her Sina blog in Taiwan, covering a wide range of topics. Interested brothers can check it out.

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