[ This takes place in the early 90’s when I was working SFX in Los Angeles. You can skip to ‘the good stuff’ by going to the ~ ~ ~ but frankly, I recommend reading the whole thing! Thanks for sharing this in this memory with me. ]
It was late fall in Los Angeles, and a certain warmth permeated the afternoon air. The kind of warm, clean, dry air that only came through once in long while… blowing away the smog as the winds whipped through North Hollywood.
I was reaching the end of my contract with the SFX company I was working for… we had wrapped up the work on a big blockbuster film, and there were only a couple weeks left until it would premiere with a big party… all the actors were going to be at Mann’s Village Theater in Westwood for it and most of the crew like myself as well. Big vampire film, 1994… you know the one.
Sadly, that also meant that soon I’d be moving on from Los Angeles, and headed up to work in Canada on my next big contract for a company that worked on both movie and TV series special effects. Soon, it would be time to say goodbye to the glamour and glitz of tinsel town — as well as my friend-with-so-many-benefits, Sadie.
So, naturally, I tried to squeeze in as much time as I could with her. I had a plus-one invitation to the premiere, so… I rang down to the film archive from my editing suite two buildings away… it barely rang once before she picked up.
“Hey there Maaaaaaaarrrrttttyyy!” Sadie stretched out my name in a fake southern drawl. “Have you got an invite to the big shindig?”
“Yep!” I replied “I invited my hamster. Fred.” I teased.
“Don’t you DARE punk me!” she protested back. “You KNOW I have a thing for Top-Gun-Hotpants-Tom! Are we going?”
“Yes, we are. It’s tonight, at the Fox. We’ll need to get a move on to get dressed, and get down there. We’ll probably need to take a taxi too, since traffic is a mess. Can I come down to your place to change?” I asked.
“Sure! No time for … extra stuff?”… she asked, with a little quiver in her voice. “I have been thinking about it all… day… long.” she teased.
“Thinking about wwwhhhhaaat…. exactly?” I replied, pretending to be utterly oblivious. Which, do be fair, half the time I wasn’t the most observant owl in the barn… “What did you have in mind?”
“FALAFEL.” she teased back. “I wanna eat your falafel… balls.”
“Oh, good lord… Sadie… that’s the worst pun today.” I groaned.
“GOOD!” she laughed. “I’m still in practice.”
We left work at lets-quit-o-clock SHARP, and walked to her place, hand in hand. It wasn’t a long walk from the studio, and over the months we had left a cache of clothing and toiletries in each other’s apartments for the occasional ‘day after boinking like bunnies’ dash back to our respective jobs at the company. I had a pretty nice set of slacks, button down shirt, and such enough to meet the dress code for a business meeting or … in this case … a Hollywood film premiere.
Since it was HER apartment, she had… well… everything she’d need. As much as we wanted to tear our clothes off and fuck… there just wasn’t going to be enough time to do that -***and***- make it to the theater on time. It would take half an hour to get to the theater down Santa Monica from North Hollywood, after all.
Sadie stripped naked quickly, revealing her athletic and toned light chocolate skin, small breasts, shapely legs, and amazingly toned ass. She kept in shape jogging through the Hollywood Hills, swimming, and it showed. She dressed with a tease on her lips, just wearing a thin black thong, then some sheer neutrally brown-colored sheer stockings, and finally shimmying into a gorgeous black sheer dress that hung off one shoulder, leaving nothing to the imagination as far as her curves went, then flared out at the bottom into folds with a slit down one side that would occasionally let you see her legs in a peek-a-boo as she walked. With a little movement, she slipped on a pair of shoes that were surprisingly light and practical.
… my jaw dropped. My nerdy, awesome, friend-with-benefits …. was STUNNINNG. She might as well have been wearing a dress made of opaque smoke. It was… hot. So hot.
“Once again, you outclass me in every way, Say-say.” I commented, as I looked her up and down. I was more practically dressed, and for whatever reason thought that ***a moustache*** would make me look good. Sadie hated that moustache, and threatened to shave it off me while I slept. ( In the end, she won, before I left — and I shaved the damned thing off ) Not that I looked BAD mind you.
“You look FINE.” she assured me. A few minutes later, the cab arrived and we were off to the theater. We chatted about who we might see there, and who we knew would be there. The famous and the infamous of the Hollywood elite, and of course people like us that made the magic happen, but nobody would ever remember.
We got there on-time, to a HUGE crowd of paparazzi, reporters, actors, musicians, directors, producers… everyone who wanted to see, and be seen. No lie, it was FUN. By the time we got into the theater to watch the film that everyone had worked so hard to make happen, we had drunk all the wine, eaten all the foods, and… the time flew by.
We… were… SO RESTRAINED during the performance. Maybe a bit handsy.. okay, a LOT handsy, but nothing overt. Still, the little teases, and touches… her hands on leg, my fingers teasing her neck, the jump scares in the film, my finger caressing her ear… her hand tracing my waistband in the dark.
YES we watched the movie… and YES… I don’t really remember much about the movie… or the fact that super-famous-someone sat next to us on one side, and other-famous-space-alien-agent-movie-rapper-musician was on the other. It really just felt like we were there just for each other.
… then the movie ended. It’s kind anticlimactic really… as the Rich and Famous leave to go to private parties and the rest of us go home. But it wasn’t that late, and Sadie and I … well … goddamnit … we were horny as all fuck.
“Martin,” Sadie slid her hand into mine as we walked out of the theater, “I know this sounds super-crazy, but … do you want to walk a bit? It’s not late. We can walk up to Bel Aire, and then take a cab home.”
I smiled and looked at her. “Sure, why not?” … and we started walking out of Westwood, in the direction of UCLA, and the park and golf club up there. Once we got there, we found a secluded area near a wooded area on the course, in the well-kept but long grass. Sadie kicked off her shoes, and sat on grass, and I sat next to her looking down at Westwood. From where we were sitting, we could just about make out where the theater was and the UCLA intramural field.
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Sadie lazily rolled and sat on me as I lay back, her hands on my chest. “I’m going to miss you, you know.” she spoke quietly. “We have something you know. Not a get-married something, but … something.” and she ground her hips against mine, gently.”
“Yeah,” I agreed “something alllll over the place….” I paused. “Your place, my place, the film archive, the library, the… OOF!”
I let out a sharp breath as she tickled my sides. It was her UNFAIR POWER MOVE over me. Damnit. “Yeah!” she said “All over the place.”
She looked at me intently. “I … wanna do something for you. Right here. You okay with that?” she asked. “I want to drink you up, like that movie, suck you down and keep something of you in me to remember.”
I waggled my eyebrows. “Hey, no kinky sucking my blood!” I laughed, pinned down by her weight on my hips. “I need it !”
Sadie’s eyes glinted with a mischievous grin. “I promise, stake my heart if I lie!” she laughed back, “No blood sucking, but I might bite you anyway, just for spite!”
She shifted beside me, kneeling on the grass, and undid my belt, then my button, then unzipped my pant zipper … with her teeth … pretending to bite and snap once for effect. “HEY!” I objected “Just cause I’m leaving doesn’t mean I won’t be needing my dick! No biting!”
She let out a muffled chuckle, noticing that I had not worn any underwear. “Were you expecting this?” she asked, teasingly. “No… I just… was in a hurry when it was time to go.”
“Well, conveeeenient for me!” She said, then in a practiced motion took the head of my dick between her lips. This was the first time I had ever played with someone outside, where we could get caught, and it sent a thrill through me. Usually, Sadie would tease and play with me a while before getting into a rhythm… but not this night. The thrill of potentially being caught, out there in the woods, on the golf course gave everything a sense of urgency.
All at once, she plunged me into her mouth and down her throat, shaking her head side-to-side like a snake to go deeper, and deeper. She ate up my cock urgently, and hungrily, making noises like a steady gluck-GLUCK-GLUCK as she throat-fucked my cock. This … was the same kind of animalistic, primal passion we had for each other from the first day we fucked… the tension of having to part washing over her and me…
She TORE my orgasm out from me, in less than two minutes.. I let loose with a groan … “NNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”… I couldn’t help myself, nearly shouting it out, as I let loose streaming gush after gush into her throat…. and Sadie wasn’t done with me.
I opened my eyes ( not realizing I had closed them as I came! ) and … she had tossed her dress aside. She was naked, in that field, in the dark.. her brown skin outlined in night against the dark green grass as she lay, her legs spread apart on the grass, and her few clothes flung in a pile nearby.
“I got you now, inside me.” she said, with a husky growl in her voice, partly from need, partly from how hard she had shoved me into her throat, “Now I want you to wrassle me down, and take me. I want you to OWN me, and take me.” .. she sat up on her knees with her arms open wide.
I didn’t… need a second invitation. I grabbed her, and wrestled her as she fought back trying to keep me from pinning her down. She fought back and MEANT it, making me fight for every inch. The warm night air, the grass, the honey-sweet scent of her perfume mixing with her musky sex and sweat, and the effort of conquering her to the ground bringing me back to full strength.
After a couple minutes of rolling, wrestling, she tired and made a mistake and I pinned her arm behind her back, facing down into the grass, and I bit her between her neck and shoulder.. and she relented, letting loose… my dick pressed against her backside, between her ass and pussy. I growled into her ear. No words, just a low growl, and pushed my dick … still moist from her attention… against her.
“Do it.” she said, “Take me.”
I pushed harder, and … felt her racing heartbeat as I shoved into her wet, welcoming pussy. She gasped, and moaned, her need driving her to shove her ass up at me, even pinned. I let her kneel her legs up, and pressed her face into the grass… taking her, shoving her down, and slamming into her hard enough that the sound of it =SLAP/SLAP/SLAP= echoed a bit amongst the trees.
After the wrestling, and build up, Sadie came hard, and fast… shaking and shoving back into me as her loud scream and groan “AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaammmartin” was muffled into the grass. Her body and mine were covered in grass, and dirt, and cum and sweat.
She didn’t stop though. She muffled something into the ground..
“What?” I asked, breathlessly. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Fuck. My. Ass” she said, saying each word quietly, but clearly. “Please. I want you to fuck all of me… please, please fuck my ass and cum in me.”
Now, I had had a solid fucking orgasm, wrestled the woman, then fucked her like some kind of possessed demon. I don’t know about you, but I’m no superman.. no mutant human able to bounce back like some kind of sex demon. At least, not normally…. but that night… that place? It wasn’t a problem, not even for a moment.
She reached back for my dick, and guided it to her ass. “Please… PLEEASSE… fuck me.” We had never gone much more than teasing, touching, and fingering… but her need, her request, and that night… I pushed, slick from her, and she relaxed, and .. it was .. so tight.
She.. shimmied, and groaned with obvious lust, need, and pleasure… and we fucked like that, not hard, not primally, but… as a kind of completion. It was a climax to our night, and our short months together in L.A., and everything we had. I poured all the days that were, and would no longer be, into her as I came… and she came… and we both lay there on the grass, looking at the sky.
They say there are no stars in the sky in Hollywood, but that night, I had two little stars… the ones in her eyes, as I looked into them. We dusted off as best we could, collected our clothing and got dressed, then took a taxi back to my place in the slums of Beverly Hills.
We saw each other in the few weeks that were left, and my friend-of-so-many benefits and I had a few more sexual adventures with each other right up to the day we parted. None as intense as that night, and though after we parted we never had sex again … we remained friends for many, many years.
… I will miss her, always, but never ever regret a moment.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10nzstg/mf_a_short_walk_home_from_the_movies