A year after I planted my flag in California (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9qm8rz/making_time_with_a_fun_sexy_jamaican_girl/?st=JNM8M752&sh=2846d0c4), some friends of mine relocated from the East Coast to California. I was invited to come with them, but I was way too attached to my hometown at the time, and declined. I did, however, take them up on their offer to visit them once they got settled in, and made the trip about a month later.
San Diego has, in my opinion, the best of both worlds; it’s a city with a small town feel. I found the people friendly and interesting, and the women returned my smiles of greeting, unlike back home, where the creeps that abound have caused women to be defensive.
My friends were great hosts, and they often spent evenings hosting open mics and jam sessions in their loft, the air thick with laughter, weed and alcohol. It wasn’t long before I found a cute girl to hook up with. She had shoulder-length wavy brown hair, lightly-tanned skin which stood in contrast to the dark grey dress she wore, and a flower in her hair. She was 5’3” if she was an inch, and coupled with her slim frame, made me feel like a giant in comparison to my 5’11”. We’ll call her K for now.
K was at this function to meet someone else, it turned out; hence, the flower in her hair – she wanted to stand out and impress. I didn’t take it personally and thought I’d at least keep her company until the lucky guy showed up. Foolishly, he never did, and K and I were practically joined at the hip all night. We exchanged numbers before she left.
A few nights later, K and I met up at a bar about a half mile from my friends’ loft. The beer flowed freely as we got to know each other. It turned out that we shared a birthday, though she was five years older than me (25 to her 30). She taught young children and lived with a roommate.
At the end of the night, we stumbled to her place and ended up on her couch. It wasn’t long before she was curled up in my lap, making out with me. I picked her up and carried her into her room, then stripped her naked. I pulled a condom out of my pocket and followed suit. I’d never been with a white woman before, and wanted to make it as memorable as possible.
Naked, she was a sight. Even in the darkness of the room, I could make out that her tits were small like the rest of her, with cute pink nipples. Her stomach was flat, hips flared out slightly with a pretty brown bush between her legs. I especially liked the contrast between the lightness of her skin and the darkness of mine.
I strapped up, climbed on top and entered her slowly. I’m pretty blessed in the size department, and didn’t want to just ram it in. Her legs didn’t shake so much as vibrate almost nonstop. I hit a steady rhythm while covering her mouth, cheeks and neck with kisses. K softly moaned her appreciation in my ear and ran her hands over my back and ass. She was making every effort to keep her voice down and not wake her roommate.
I pulled out, turned her over, and fucked her nice and slowly from behind. I wanted to savor every moment of this, even if it was a one-night stand, and I was in no hurry to finish.
All good things must come to an end, though, and I started speeding up despite myself. After she had yet another orgasm of hers, I spilled what felt like a gallon of cum into the condom. I slowly pulled out of her, threw it in the trash, and spooned her as I drifted off to a sated, drunken sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9qtbhn/making_a_california_dream_come_true_mf