A few years ago I was in L.A. visiting a friend for a week and he decided he wanted to go to Disneyland, drunk. I’d never been so thought it’d be fun. We head there on a Thursday morning, each carrying backpacks with bladders full of liquor. Security searched our bags on the way in but forgot to check the bladders so we made it in O.K. We spent the day wandering the park and getting more and more drunk as the day goes on, it was a pretty good time. Later in the afternoon we were walking through a part of the park when we heard a barker saying the line for pictures with the princesses was only 10 minutes long. We decided to go for it, waited in the line and took photos with a few of the princesses some of whom seemed to be amused at our inebriated state and some not so much. We were drawing looks so we both decided it was probably time to chill out on the drinking for a bit.
We hung around for a few more hours sobering up a bit before we left to grab dinner at a bar/ restaurant nearby. I liked the vibe of the place so we decided to hang around for a bit, we both saddled up at the bar after and started drinking again. A few drinks in and my friend gets a text from a lady friend and asked if it was cool if he left. I told him it was fine and that I’d find a way home.
After another drink I see her walk in, one of the princesses we took a picture with earlier. She was gorgeous, she looked a lot like [Lauren Cohan](http://i.imgur.com/mUcpPlM.jpg). A LOT like her. She sat at the other end of the bar and ordered a drink. I waited for a minute before I decided that I needed to go bother her. Just as I was walking up to her “Cruise” by Florida/ Georgia Line began to play on the jukebox. I slid into the space next to her at the bar and when she looked over at me I said “I fucking hate this song.” She gave me a puzzled look and replied “It’s one of the most popular songs on the radio right now.”
Me: “Incidentally it’s the reason I stopped listening to the radio.”
Her: “I like this song.”
Me: “You have terrible taste in music.”
Her: “Not quite as bad as my choice in men.” She said raising her glass to her lips.
Me: “I certainly hope so.”
This brought a smile to her face and I asked if she was waiting on anyone. She said she was so I asked if I could keep the stool warm for whoever she was waiting on and she said that would be fine. We talked and drank for a bit with her periodically checking her phone, eventually she checked and tossed her phone down for effect. “Stood up?” I asked, she nodded and I bought us shots to make up for it.
She was an actress and was hoping the gig at the park would get her some attention but it wasn’t really working out. Our chemistry was palpable, we were getting along very well and as the evening wore on the distance between us began to close more and more and the physical contact became more frequent. Finally I was standing between her knees, her seated on the stool with her hand on her leg and a finger toying with the pocket of my shorts. I finished what I was drinking and placed my hand on the outside of her leg rubbing slowly, no protest from her. I ordered us two more shots, we toasted and downed the shots slamming the glasses on the bar. As soon as my glass was on the bar I cupped the side of her face and pressed my lips to hers. Her lips opened and her tongue slipped into my mouth to find mine eagerly waiting. Her other hand gripped my belt and with the hand already at my pocket she gripped the fabric in her hand and pulled me to her. I could taste the liquor on her lips as we kissed there at the bar. After a few seconds and entirely too quickly I felt something slap against my shoulder. I broke the kiss and looked over to see the bartender settling the towel back on his should, “Get a room guys.” He said.
I looked at her. “Have one of those nearby?” I asked, she nodded. I settled up the tab and we left. She lived in a studio apartment about a half mile away and we walked the entire way with our hands around each others waists. We’d barely closed the door to her apartment before we were on each other again, our hands roaming each others bodies frantically as we made out. She gripped the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the side and taking a step back to look at me.
A little about me. I’m 6’0, blonde hair with blue eyes and at the time I was 200 lbs made by 6 days a week in the gym. Her eyes took me in before she said she needed to go to the bathroom really quick. She pushed me backwards onto the bed and stepped into the bathroom directly across from me, closing the door. I removed my shoes and socks and waited patiently.
A few minutes later the door opened and there she stood, completely naked. She was a goddess, flat stomach, about B cups breasts and an ass I could see from the front. I don’t think I breathed until she started stalking towards me, she pushed me back on the bed and started undoing my pants. I lifted my hips and she slid them and my boxer/ briefs down and off. I sat back up and she grabbed my 8 inches and ran her tongue from the bottom all the way up before taking it into her mouth. She gave me a blowjob that I’ve only seen liquor give a girl the ability to do. Her lips and tongue worked my cock up and down with her hand assisting as she worshiped on her knees.
After a few minutes of an exquisite blowjob she stood up and straddled me, her knees on either side of me as I sat up. She grabbed my cock and positioned it sliding down on it fully. We both moaned as she began to lift and drop herself slowly on it. I wrapped my hands around her hips and kissed her again, her hands tangled in my hair as the slow pace very quickly turned into rapid bouncing. She bounced on my cock moaning loudly as my tongue and lips explored her neck and shoulders. Before long I gripped the underside of her legs and stood up, she wrapped her legs around my back and I walked her to the nearest wall and slammed her against it. She let out and excited gasp as I began pumping my hips in and out of her. I was pushing her into the wall hard enough that it was doing a lot of the lifting leaving me the ability to try and pound her through the wall. We fucked up against the wall for only a few seconds before she dug her teeth into my shoulder and I felt her vaginal walls clamp down and tremble around my cock, her orgasm hitting her hard. At some point we knocked a picture off the wall which hit my foot, hard and I figured that was enough of that.
I walked her back to the bed and tossed her down onto it. She let out a bit of an exhausted laugh as she looked up at me, her hair a bit matted and her body asking for more. I tell her to roll over, she complies and gets on her hands and knees. I set up behind her and slap her ass hard eliciting a yelp from her, her hips wiggled a bit and I decided to make this last a little longer. I jammed my index and middle fingers into her and began fingering her, my fingers pumping in and out of her at a breakneck pace. She squirmed and moaned on the bed until another orgasm hit her and she cried out in ecstasy.
Her orgasm hadn’t yet subsided before I slammed my cock into her. She screamed and I began pushing my cock in and out of her. I built a good, steady pace with each thrust slamming into her. She had buried her face into her pillow, the face down-ass up pose, when I reached around and grabbed her wrists pulling them straight back and lifting her front half off of the bed. This caused her to moan louder as I puller her back into me with each thrust. In that position I wasn’t able to fuck her as hard as I wanted to so I let them go and pushed her head into the pillow as I lifted and dropped my hips into her. She screamed into the pillow and orgasmed again, the clinching around my cock finally coaxing my orgasm out of me. I told her I was going to cum and she pulled forward a bit and rolled over on her back ordering me to cum on her chest. I was happy to oblige and after a few strokes my orgasm hit. The first rope went rogue and landed on her forehead and in her hair, she moaned again as the next few ropes coated her neck and chest. She moaned and squirmed so much as I came on her I’m not convinced she didn’t cum again.
I grabbed her a towel from the bathroom and helped her clean up. We were both exhausted and fell asleep with her wrapped around me. I was awoken the next morning with the sound of the toilet flushing, I rolled over and she walked out of the bathroom still naked and smiled when she saw me awake.
I told her last night was fun and I’d like to see her again, maybe she could come visit me in San Fran and I could show her around. She walked over to the picture on the ground and picked it up, she was looking at it when she told me she couldn’t because she was getting married soon.
I rolled onto my back and rubbed my eyes asking her in frustration why she wasn’t wearing a ring. She told me she couldn’t wear it to work and didn’t like leaving it in her locker. She was waiting on him at the bar when I approached her and stood her up to hang out with a buddy. She then told me she loved him very much but he was terrible in bed and she needed to get FUCKED and figured I’d be the guy to do it. She then reassured me she was right.
We fucked again in the shower and exchanged numbers, we kept in touch, sexting and whatnot. She even came up for work once and we hooked-up almost nonstop for the 3 days she was up there. She got married a few months later and we haven’t talked since.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6xqbp8/my_first_trip_to_anaheim
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