A very Los Angeles story – Avoiding traffic leads to pavlovian sex of questionable morals and high enjoyment. [mf]

*Fun stuff below the line.*

After living in Europe for a while, I was determined to get back to the US by hook or by crook, and moreover, I wanted to get back to California. Being a schemer, I went to work setting up a raft of interviews that I could tack on to a normal business trip and intersperse with client visits. I planned to bring Anne as well, since we both want to be here, but literally the day before we had to fly out, we had an emergency in Zurich. Honestly, I didn’t even want to go any more, but we had a very long talk about it, and decided that I needed to go and get these interviews done. We both wanted to move back, and it was time to get away from my current employer. So I got on the plane with mixed emotions, made a few notes on social media that I was coming anyway, and took off.

As I landed at LAX, I got the usual messages and greetings from our friends in LA, and got a nice little kick in the teeth as I saw the chauffeur waiting for us at terminal. I had used a lot of my points on this trip to make it a bit more special than our usual, so I had a nice hotel suite, and a nice rental car that I wasn’t getting to share. Whatever. *Be here now. Make this count.*

Days 1 and 2 went smoothly, and productively, even though I was spending each morning and evening on the phone back to europe to find out what the doctors were saying, and there just wasn’t much good news, but I kept telling myself there wasn’t much I could do anyway.

On day 3 I had a customer visit in Northridge, and a late interview in Thousand Oaks. After the interview, it was going to be back to my hotel at the airport. For those of you not already groaning at this, the drive from Thousand Oaks to LAX is about 40 miles through one of the nastier chokepoints in the area, and during rush hour is a minimum of two hours, more likely closer to three. While I had a nice car and all, two hours of staring at taillights while getting increasingly hungry isn’t great. So before my day started, I sent some messages out to see if anyone wanted to have an early dinner out in Thousand Oaks. My friend Hailey messaged back.

Hailey is a casual friend with benefits I’ve known a while. We met on a dating site when I first moved to LA before Anne and I started dating. We had sex on our first date, on my third day living in LA. Hailey quite memorably, as I was on top of her, buried deep inside moaned, “welcome to California” as we fucked. We also clicked well as friends, as I didn’t mind her highly neurotic personality and incredibly poor judgement (honestly, those might be turn-ons for me) and over the years had occasionally hooked up now and then as our personal situations permitted. But whether or not we were going to have sex (for the most part, we don’t) we always enjoy meeting and having dinner. I knew that she was in a relationship now, so I was happy to meet up and just have someone to talk to that would go on about themselves for a couple hours without needing much input from me, as I was getting burnt out. So made plans for dinner.

The client meeting went fine, and the interview, well, it was an instant disaster. He lead with “I only wanted to chat with you because you used to work for Nick $Lastname, and I thought really highly of him.” Nick was flaming asshole former boss of mine that I had to moved to LA to work for, and spent years trying to deprogram myself from his abusive, dysfunctional management style. No matter how much this guy liked me, there was no way I was going to want to work around a guy who wanted more of Nick in his life. Fortunately, the position he was looking to fill was hilariously off my skill set, and we both figured out quickly it wasn’t a match, and spent the hour casually chatting about Nick while I found ways to say things that sounded nice about him. It was special.

Once done with the interview, I headed over to the sushi place she picked out, and grabbed a table. I checked on the news from home (there wasn’t any) and Hailey showed up uncharacteristically on time. She had lost a lot of weight since we first met, having become an avid cyclist, so I was still surprised by her narrow frame under a shock of long, curly black hair. She was only 5’2″ to my 6’4″, so we shared an awkward chest hug and sat down to eat. Exactly as I planned, she started talking about everything going on, her career changes, and her boyfriend, and I was happy to smile, chip in, and really just listen and not think about my shit. She commented on my suit, and how her boyfriend is annoyed that people don’t seem to feel the need to wear suits to interviews any more. Just as I was about to chip in I saw her face fall. “What’s wrong?”

Hailey and her boyfriend were possibly on a break. They had had a major fight the day before, and some of the shouting included some “we’re done’s!” But he also tended to say a lot of things when he was angry, and she didn’t know if it was a breakup. While I wasn’t a fan of the toxicity on display, I also was not about to start trying to influence her thinking. So I just listened and let her vent, and then the topic moved on to something else, and off she went. Again, I was just happy to let someone else do the talking.

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Eventually, I saw that the time had gotten past 7, and that meant that traffic had started to enter the range of tolerable, so we paid for dinner and wrapped things up. She asked “Where are you parked?” and I pointed to my car a few yards away. “Can you give me a ride to my car? Since you got such a nice and everything.” While it *might* have been a setup, it was absolutely within her nature to completely forget where she parked, and because she was a smaller girl, didn’t want to walk to her car alone. Sure enough, we hopped in and I went to drive her to her car, and she was completely lost where she parked, and we eventually found her car at the opposite end of the lot, close to the main entrance from the road. “Thanks for dinner! It was good to see you again.” she smiled.

“Good to see you, too! Hopefully I’ll get to come back permanently.” I replied. She put her arms out for a hug. I hugged her back across the car. As she pulled back from the hug she closed her eyes and tilted her towards me to kiss, automatically. And, just as automatically, I kissed her. Her lips were slightly parted, and then her mouth opened, and my tongue slid out to caress hers. In all honesty, this was the first pint where it dawned on me what might be happening. We made out for a few minutes, and I could feel her breathing harder. I decided that I wanted this, I slipped my hand under her shirt. She gasped my hand covered the cup of her bra, and broke the kiss.

“I don’t know if I should do this.” she said. She kissed me again. I kept caressing her breast, slipping my hand in the cup of her bra. Her arms splayed out, bracing herself on the frame of the car to lean into me. We continued like this for a few minutes, until my foot slipped off the brake and the car lurched forward into the curb. We laughed and I put the car in park, and killed the headlights, and went back to making out, deciding that I was also fine with it to go no farther than this, because frankly, I needed the escape.

Finally she stopped kissing me and pulled my hand away, and bent over to reach into her purse. I assumed she was getting her keys and she was done. She pulled out her phone and typed out a message, and put it back, kissing me again. “I just texted you my address.” she said. Oh. Well that works, too. We kissed for a few more minutes and she tore herself away to get in her car and drive away. I happily followed her. When we got to her condo, her face was different.

She looked up at me. “I don’t know if I should do this. I don’t know where things are with him.” I looked back at her.

“Don’t worry about it, then. I’ll just go back to my hotel.” She smiled at me, and reach up for a goodbye hug, but pulled me straight into another kiss, that went straight into another makeup in her doorway, which she quickly pulled me inside for. Once the door closed, while I kept kissing, I didn’t want to escalate, not knowing quite what she wanted. Then I felt her hand close on the bulge in my slacks. She broke the kiss, biting her lip.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen him.” she said. She always danced right on the line between sublime and ridiculous with her dirty talk. She sank to her knees undoing my belt and opening my slacks with instantly dropped to the floor. (In truth, the belt was the only thing keeping them – I had lost some weight since I bought the suit.) With a smile she look a very long lick along my shaft before opening her mouth wide and drawing me in. Having someone kneeling in front of my while I stand is a huge weakness of mine, and she was playing it perfectly. Her head sunk down slowly, and she pulled back her frantic energy to be slower, and more focused. I sighed, and tugged at my tie, pulling it off, dropping my jacket, and then unbuttoning my shirt as she worked away.

I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her face off of my erection “Take that dress off,” I told her. She just smiled and pulled it over her head, leaving it in the growing pile by her front door. She then reached down into her purse and pulled out a condom, handing it to me. “Right here?” I asked, looking around her condo, which was, unsurprisingly, a complete mess.

She took a quick look around herself. “ummmm….” she laughed a little, thinking. I didn’t want to imagine what her bedroom looked like right now. “How about the couch?” she said.

“Works for me.” I said, giving her hair another tug and pushing her that way.

She got to the sofa and there was a moment of awkwardness. “Which way – ” I silenced her turning her around and bending her over. I knew she liked being submissive, and I liked controlling her. She went to the end of the and found a place to set her knees wide and turn her hips up, bending her body to the right against the back of the sofa. I pulled the string of her thong to the side and then tore the condom open, rolling it on. I took her hips in one hand, and with the other, rubbed along her slit. I rubbed her slowly, with my erection resting on her backside, feeling her body open up and the wetness spreading. She moaned. “Please…” I adjusted, and started to push inside. Her breath hissed between her teeth. “Slower…” I backed up, and then pushed in a little more, using repeated little strokes like this to slowly work my way fully inside her. Finally, once she felt my hips pressed against hers, every inch inside, she let out a long moan and I could feel her relax. Taking her hips in both hands, I began to work in and out of her, not too quickly, but taking my cues from her. I saw her reach underneath, and felt her fingertips rubbing her clitoris. Her moans picked up, and I could see her settling in that rhythm.

Hailey is multi-orgasmic, and tends to have many smaller orgasms, but she can pile them on quickly. She knows her body extremely well, and in no time I could see her shaking and moans. I focused on her body, giving it to her over and over the exact same way, letting her get off as much as possible. After about ten minutes her hand went back over her head and she breathed out, “I need to change positions.”

“Sure.” I pulled out and she rolled off the couch, and guided me on. I sat down low, keeping my erection tall as she swung her leg over and guided me back inside. I watched her eyes shut and face contort as she fit me back in, and then sunk all the way down. She began working herself up and down.

“Did you miss me?” she said.

“I think you know the answer to that,” I breathed back. Her hands were laced behind my neck as she continued working herself up and down.

“Tell me anyway.” she breathed

“Yes I missed you. And I missed fucking you.” She smiled wickedly at that.

“Mmmmm…I need this.” She moaned. “Are you going to come for me?” she asked.

“Yeah…” I grabbed her hips and started moving her body exactly as I wanted, taking control. She let her head fall back and let me use her as I started jerking her up and down roughly, getting exactly what I wanted. “oh god,” I moaned…”here it comes.” She took the warning and just moaned back. When the orgasm hit, I jerked her body down hard, getting every inch inside as I filled the condom up inside her. That wicked smile of hers returned as leaned forward to kiss me again.

“I hope you get the job.” she said. I cradled her against me for a moment, and the she pulled off, and I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I came out of the bathroom, she was putting her clothes on again, so I took to the cue to get dressed myself. “Hey, I’m not kicking you out,” she said.

I just smiled back. “It’s okay. I was planning to go and take care of a few things tomorrow. I hadn’t really planned on having such a long dinner.” She laughed at that.

“All right. Thanks for listening tonight.” She went to give me a hug, which once again turned into making out, but this time I felt two hands on my chest, so I turned the temperature down a bit.

“It’s kind of pavlovian, isn’t it?” I asked. She laughed out loud at that.

“Maybe it is. Do you mind keeping this between us? I just don’t know where things are at with him right now.” It wasn’t the first secret we had shared, so I didn’t mind locking this one away with the others.

“Sure. I get it.”

“Thanks.” I walked to the door, and she opened her arms for a goodby hug, and I playfully blocked her. We laughed a bit and I stepped out the door to my car, enjoying a quiet mind for the first time in days.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l7zwdp/a_very_los_angeles_story_avoiding_traffic_leads