One night in LA

This story happened a few years ago during a crazy vacation.
It was a rare seven-day break.
C and I planned to go to the US.
She claimed to have friends there who could let us stay.
We excitedly bought very cheap tickets (the price difference is huge outside of summer and winter vacations), and just went without any planning.
(By the way, I'm also going to the US for Chinese New Year this year
. I'm really looking forward to going to the US again... although...) That time it was summer, this time it's winter, so there are no beaches to go to ><)
We happily arrived in Los Angeles, in a coastal city
(I don't quite remember the name, it's a town famous 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 us into our beds.
We relaxed a little... After checking in for a bit, 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 had no plans and no one to guide us, she offered her son,
"Simon," she said, calling him. "Mom has two friends, two young and pretty girls,
who are coming to LA to play, but they have no one to guide them. You..." "Any good ideas?"
The person on the other end of the phone said something, we discussed it, and then she 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
typical ABC ( American-born Chinese) look.
We introduced ourselves
. "Well then, we have a few friends who happen to be having a party in the next few days, at xx..." "They've set up a little hut by the beach
. I'll take you there, want to play together? Okay?
Let's 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 went on and on, and we were getting happier and happier as we listened.
After working all year, we had finally waited for this day of complete liberation and carefree days.
The next day... We carried light luggage and beach gear, and got into Mr. Chen's car.
We arrived at the beach hut and met his friends—
four men and three women, all of whom were ABCs (American -born Chinese). They
had already spent the day there.
Mr. Chen seemed a bit older than them. He said he had something to do and would come back that evening, and then left, leaving just
the two of us with the group.
C and I looked everyone over.
Everyone was wearing beach shorts and bikinis
, and they were all wearing... The kinis were all incredibly revealing and
sheer, making my tank top and shorts look too much.
But they were all very friendly, which made us feel completely at ease.
We introduced ourselves to each other.
They were almost all students from the University of Southern California, and they had skipped a day or two of class to make a four-day weekend getaway.
One of them, Ronny, had a beach cottage, so we all came together. The way
I'm writing this, you'll probably immediately picture... A crazy mixed party
(or am I just imagining things too badly? :p)
but it didn't actually feel that way.
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 so comfortable.
Lots of people were having a blast on the beach.
They led us onto the beach.
We started by playing beach volleyball.
It was fun, yes, but I haven't done it in a long time (there are very few opportunities like this in Taiwan > <).
And 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 sales booth,
and, based on her experience (she herself had quite large breasts), told me... Tell me which one is best to buy, the most convenient for exercising.
I bought a bright yellow one that covers me quite well.
I was very touched by her enthusiasm.
We went back to the volleyball court, and it was indeed much more comfortable for me to play.
Around noon, a boy who seemed to be the leader, Stanley, shouted for everyone to go take a shower.
We went to the shower area next door to wash off the sand.
Two boys went inside, brought out several very large towels, and spread them on the sand. On the beach,
we grabbed some sandwiches, chips, and drinks from the hotel.
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 felt like I was in paradise after only one morning there;
it all felt unreal.
In the afternoon, I went surfing for the first time in my life. I
was clumsy and swallowed a lot of water, getting
completely soaked.
It was then that I realized how lucky I was to have bought new [something]. Bikinis—the old one would definitely get washed away by the big waves, revealing everything.
We played like this until five or six in the morning, then returned to the cabin. One of the boys went to buy some fast food again.
We all took showers, still wearing bikinis and hot pants.
The food arrived, and we sat in the living room, eating, watching the uninteresting TV , and chatting.
That evening, we played cards; those not playing chatted and ate, drinking
beer one can after another.
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 photos of some of them, watched TV,
and lazily drifted off to 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 uneasy and waited until everyone was sound asleep before finally closing our eyes.
This day was completely devoid of any eroticism
. Even though I was wearing a sexy bikini that would make anyone in Taiwan swoon, and C was wearing a wild leopard-print swimsuit,
no one made any sexual advances or acted impolitely.
In Taiwan, that scene would definitely be associated with a home party and promiscuity,
but there, everyone was completely at ease and took it for granted.
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 everyone excitedly discussed what we were going to do in the morning.
I begged Roger, who taught me how to surf yesterday, to take me surfing again,
so he took me, the two of us, to the beach again.
I don’t know if anyone has experience in surfing.
The immediate feeling after surfing is muscle soreness.
At least that’s how I am
. When I went to try, I found that I had no strength and would cramp at any time.
So I 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 180cm tall, a bit muscular, quite dark-skinned,
with slightly curly hair, and also had a sunny, boyish face.
"Sandrea, right?" he greeted me with a bright smile
. "Yeah!" I replied with a smile.
He sat down and started
chatting 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.
This feeling... He doesn't come up, but he makes people feel good.
When I went in at noon, he continued to approach me, and we ate together.
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.
I suddenly felt there were fewer people
. "Hey, where are Teresa and Roger?" I asked
Justin, who grinned mischievously, glancing upstairs. "They went into their room."
"Going into the room?" I asked.
"Yeah, they're a couple. They felt like it had been too long since they'd done it two days, so when we got to that room...
We all knew that if someone was in the room, no one would disturb them." He smiled.
Uh, I took back my innocent impression of this couple.
But thinking about it, it wasn't unreasonable, so we continued what we were doing.
We watched TV, and then someone suggested playing a game.
It was a game that seemed to be popular in Taiwan recently, but actually... The King's Game, common in the US,
involves spinning a bottle. Whoever it lands on loses, and the loser of the previous round can choose who gets to spin it next.
If the same bottle is spun twice, the loser of the round before that decides, making it fair.
It's crazy, but still fairly restrained.
My worst punishment was having to kiss C for a minute
and have another girl touch my breasts to check their authenticity.
"Hmm, very soft, probably real," the girl giggled.
"Sandrea, I love you, marry me..."
Everyone burst into laughter.
The atmosphere was really high.
Teresa and Roger had also returned earlier and joined the game.
Actually, you couldn't really tell they had just made love.
The game didn't have any erotic elements, but it was very exciting.
After it was over, everyone went to shower and chat freely.
Justin came over and
said, "Sandrea, want to go for a walk on the beach?"
I readily agreed.
I grabbed a salon skirt 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, walking further and further away.
After about half an hour, I realized we were too far.
"Should we go back? It's a bit far..." I said
. "Yeah," Justin said, turning around to leave. Suddenly, he looked up at the moon.
"Look, the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
"Mmm..." I looked up; it was a hazy atmosphere.
While I was looking, he suddenly leaned down 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 on the beach.
Those half hours felt like a slow, gentle fire, brewing our inner desires to a fever pitch.
We returned to the cabin, and, as if by unspoken agreement, we walked one after the other, stepping over 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... Stin was standing at the door of one of
the rooms. One of the other two doors was closed; I guessed someone was inside.
I went inside, and he closed the door.
We no longer hid our rising desire.
He lowered his head and kissed me
passionately. His hands moved to my breasts, reaching behind my back to unhook my bikini. He
began to fondle my breasts.
I wildly tore open his clothes,
my hands exploring his chest muscles.
His hands busily unbuttoned my dress, then he scooped me up in his arms. I let out
a soft moan, hooking my legs around his back.
He carried me to the bed, first putting me down…
He 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 heated up.
He covered my breasts with both 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 kneaded even more vigorously, and suddenly... He adjusted his position,
lowered his head beneath me, and began licking me with his tongue.
I cried out in surprise, the stimulation of my clitoris so sudden and intense,
it felt like goosebumps rose all over my body.
"Ah...no...ah..." I moaned wildly.
He licked even faster.
I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, and my body writhed 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..." "You know?" he chuckled.
I answered shyly with a gasp.
He knelt on the bed,
lifted my thighs and placed them on his,
then inserted himself.
"Ah..." I cried out as if liberated.
He carefully and deeply inserted and withdrew, then inserted again, then withdrew again.
"Take it slow..." he said softly.
My desire was aroused to the point of frenzy.
He gradually increased his speed until he was thrusting rapidly, moving in and out at a steady pace.
"Ah!...Ah!...Ah ah..." I cried out wantonly.
He continued thrusting, 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; with each thrust, I felt a jolt, as if he had penetrated to the deepest point.
"Your breasts are so big... Sandrea... They look beautiful swaying like this..." he said breathlessly.
"Ah... Ah... No..." In my daze, I could feel my breasts
shaking violently with his thrusts.
Just imagining that scene intensified my lewdness, shame, and excitement.
"It's really...so beautiful...oh..." He thrust even harder, his hands applying more force,
each thrust feeling like he was going to knock me unconscious.
"Ah...a little lighter...a little lighter...ah..." I cried out in 　　a daze.
"I can't help it...it really is...you're so amazing...Sandrea...so amazing..."
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 then 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, my hands frantically grabbing his 　　. "Oh...your breasts are so big...I can't take it anymore..." He grabbed my hands, squeezing them inwards, 　　forcing my breasts to bulge and swell. 　　"Ah...ah..." I cried out repeatedly, as his thrusts became 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 uncontrollably, ejaculating repeatedly . 　　We gasped for breath, embracing each other 　　. He collapsed, holding me close. "Sandrea, you're amazing, your body is incredible, really... 　　oh god... I'm dying..." 　　I stroked his hair, panting heavily. 　　When I felt a bit better, I put on my bikini and went to the bathroom to shower. 　　Then I changed into a t-shirt and shorts and went downstairs. 　　Some people were already sleeping on the floor. 　　I grabbed a big towel, wrapped myself in it, and 　　closed my eyes. I knew I would sleep very, very well tonight... 　　Postscript: 　　A hot night of sex is nothing compared to this :) 　　d8888d Reply Content------------------------------------------------------- 　　Thanks for sharing 　　d8888d Reply Content------------------------------------------------------- 　　Thanks for sharing good stuff!

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