More of my misadventures from Los Angeles.
[My previous story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6iil32/my_introduction_to_california/)
There will be a little bit of set-up here but I’ll try and get to the good parts quickly, so bear with me please.
Through work I met a guy named Jerry and helped him out in a big way, mainly because it didn’t inconvenience me too much and he seemed like a nice guy. He was adamant about returning the favor so we swapped phone numbers with him promising to get in touch with me. I had no belief he that he would though, it’s an L.A. thing but low-and-behold a week or two later he texted me and asked what my plans for Labor Day were as it was only a few days away. I was off work and didn’t have any plans and told him as much so he invited me to the pool party at the Standard Hotel on Sunset. I hadn’t been to the Sunset Strip yet but I was aware of it and it’s notorious nature so I agreed and told him I’d be flying solo which he claimed wouldn’t be an issue.
The morning of I threw on a pair of board shorts and a long-sleeved button-up shirt, rolling the sleeves tightly up my forearms along with a pair of flip-flops. I figured there would be some sort of dress code and if there wasn’t I could just open my shirt and still look pretty casual. I pulled up in my truck and texted Jerry that I had arrived, a few seconds later he came out the lobby door and told the valet to take care of my truck. Turns out Jerry was one of the managers of the hotel. He walked me up to the pool party and introduced me to a group of very attractive 20 somethings congregating around the pool like we were old friends. He asked if they minded if I hung out with them for a while to which they agreed, he had to get back to work but made sure a couple of bottles of champagne came our way as well. The group was comprised of Ivy League lawyers, the kind you see in movies, and were very polite. I did a year in a pretty good law school myself so we had a nice jumping off point for conversation. They were nice enough, like I said, but their interaction with me felt forced on some level and no matter how many mimosas I had I couldn’t get a good conversation rolling with any of them.
I had a pretty solid buzz working when I broke off to use the restroom, as I was drying my hands off I spotted a full cup of beer sitting on top of the paper towel dispenser. For some reason that beer was the most interesting thing in the world to me at that moment and I absolutely couldn’t take my eyes off of it as I was drying my hands. Eventually a hand reached in front of me and grabbed the beer, “You doing okay bro?” the voice attached to the hand asked me. I snapped out of my trance and laughed a little.
“Sorry buddy, I just couldn’t stop staring at your beer. I wasn’t going to take it.” I replied.
“Well I hope not, I’d hate to have to fuck someone up today.” He said jokingly.
“And I’d hate to get fucked up today.”
We both laughed and started walking out of the bathroom.
“What are you drinking?” I asked.
“I like to keep it classy, so Pabst.”
“Fuck yeah, Murica!” I excitedly exclaimed and raised my hand for a high-five to which he enthusiastically met with his hand. (If you’re following along, Pabst Blue Ribbon played pretty heavily into my life in L.A.)
“Who are you here with man?” He asked and introduced himself as Connor. When I told him no one he invited me over with his group, an offer which I accepted. I didn’t think the lawyers would miss me. Connor introduced me to his friends, a mixed bag of ages, and after some introductory conversation I came to find out they were mostly all T.V. and movie writers. I’m a big T.V. and movie guy so I was thrilled, they all seemed to enjoy my level of enthusiasm about their projects so we got along really well. After about a few hours it was getting pretty late into the evening and one of Connor’s group, Kevin, told Connor that so-and-so would be at Club whatever and wanted to know if Connor was down to go. Connor said he was and asked if I could tag along. Kevin agreed but said no shorts so Connor and I had to head back to his place for a change of clothes. He lived relatively close by in a VERY nice townhouse and offered me a pair of jeans, we were comparable sizes. Being that I was in a swimsuit though I wasn’t wearing any underwear and I generally don’t like going commando in another man’s fatigues but you play the cards you’re dealt. My shirt was collared so I was assured it would be fine. We spent a little bit longer drinking at his place with some pizza he ordered before we called a cab and headed to the club.
Connor repeated the name of who Kevin told him we were there with and the bouncer took us to a private area of the club. It was a balcony type area upstairs where you could look down at the rest of the club but also pretty deep back that you couldn’t be seen from below if you didn’t want along with a separate bar. It was lightly crowded with a very attractive bunch, the kind which you would expect in the city of stars, along with a certain A-list celebrity. I won’t say his name but if you’re reading this I guarantee you’ve seen one of his movies. I stared open mouthed at him for a few seconds before Connor laughed and asked, “Do you want to meet him?”
“No.” was my only response which elicited another laugh from Connor as he grabbed my arm and pulled towards A-lister. He introduced me and A-lister was very very polite, exuding the type of confidence you’d expect from someone like him. We talked for a few minutes, mostly me rambling about what a fan I was, before he broke off but not before telling me drinks were on him and to give my name to the bartender when I ordered.
He wasn’t the only familiar face to show up that night and I was in heaven; a kid from bum-fuck USA drinking scotch that I’d only seen in Bond movies which was paid for by a guy that I idolized and rubbing elbows with people I knew before I met.
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After a few hours it all became too much and I needed to take a break so I found a nice big padded arm chair to settle down in. It was close to A-lister who was sitting in an booth in close proximity surrounded by pretty girls. After a few minutes of sipping my scotch and people watching I suddenly had a human being sitting sideways on my lap. She was gorgeous, African American with straight, shoulder length hair, a form-fitting white t-shirt that showed off her amazing frame and a black shirt that left most of her long legs showing. A solid 10. I looked up at her and after I’d ascertained that she didn’t accidentally end up in my lap I smiled at her. “Hi”
“You need to wipe that country-boy look of amazement off of your face.” Was her reply.
“You don’t like my face?” I asked.
“I had the same look on my face when I moved out here. You get use to all of it eventually.” She explained.
“I hope not.” I replied.
My free hand landed on her leg above her knee and began rubbing slightly as the conversation carried on. She introduced herself as Layla during our conversation I found out she was from not incredibly far from where I grew up and told me my accent made her feel at home. She also explained that she worked for the club as kind of eye candy, making sure the patrons were satisfied. “How satisfied?” I asked like a frat boy idiot. “Slow down big boy, nothing more than flirting.” She touched her forehead to mine and stared intensely into my eyes, my hand went from her leg and scooped her hair behind her ear before she pulled back with a smile almost as if she were trying to control herself. I went back to rubbing her leg as we flirted, fake or not I was going to enjoy every moment of attention from this goddess.
As the night progressed my hand stayed on her leg for the most part but her hands wandered everywhere; my arms, stomach, hair, even inside of my shirt to feel my lean body. On more than one occasion our lips came within centimeters of each other, even brushing lightly on one occasion before she would pull back and playfully say that I was going to get her in trouble. Had I not known she was professionally flirting with me I would have thought this was a sure thing for me.
After some time and quite a few drinks there was a short break in our conversation, I was mid-sip of my drink before I heard her say, “Holy shit.” I looked at her staring at the area the A-lister was sitting, my eyes followed hers to spy that A-lister was currently getting a blowjob from a gorgeous female underneath his booth while having a conversation with someone else. This girl was really going at his cock and I couldn’t pry my eyes away even knowing it was probably very uncouth. I could feel my cock growing at the live show and before long Layla shifted on top of me so that she was sitting face forward in between my legs to get a better view. We were slightly isolated so our risk of getting caught watching was minimal.
She leaned forward and I set my drink down to wrap my hands around her waist. She watched intently as her hips began to grind on top of me, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips as my cock grew to it’s full thickness. Her skirt began to ride up over her ass and I couldn’t help but oblige, I pushed it up revealing her black thong and grabbed each cheek with both of my hands as she ground into me. I groped her luscious ass as her grinding increased before I had to readjust myself, my cock was pointing straight down my left leg and was growing increasingly uncomfortable. I gripped her hips again and lifted up, she stood almost as if she knew what I was doing. I pulled my cock up so that is was laying flat and pointing straight up with the tip sticking out of the top of my jeans, with the shirt on it didn’t matter much. When I was done Layla resumed her position and gyrations this time laying back against my chest, my hands returned to her hips and slid around to her stomach. My nose dipped into the space between her shoulder and head and inhaled her scent deeply.
“Oooh, big boy.” She turned her head sideways and complimented.
I was doing my best to control myself but it was tough to not kiss her at all, the electricity between us at this point was undeniable. She was definitely into me. She worked me like this for a while with my hands sliding from what was already exposed of her thighs, over her skirt and shirt to just under her bra before she asked, “Are you getting close?”
I chuckled, “No, I’m not 14. I don’t cum from dry-humping.” She began circling her hips faster as if that would work before she finally gave up. “Fuck it.” She leaned back and whispered into my ear. “Wait 5 minutes and take the elevator down that hall to the top floor.”
She got up and walked down said hallway adding what I’m sure was a little extra wiggle in her hips for me. I counted every second before I did as I was told.
The elevator doors opened to a parking lot which confused me quite a bit. I stepped out and looked to find her leaning against a beige Crown Victoria with her arms crossed. When she spotted me walking towards her she opened the back door of the car and told me to get in. I did as I was told and was immediately followed by her straddling my lap in the seat. She was about 5’10 herself so it was a blessing she had such a roomy backseat.
She pulled the door closed and not a second had passed before I felt the heel of her palms on my jawline with her fingers wrapping around the back of my neck. Her lips locked onto mine, my hands reached around to pull up her skirt and grip her ass again. Her lips were soft and inviting as our tongues wrestled furiously, the sound of our combined moans filled the car as her hips rocked on top of me. Her hands left my face and reached between us to unbutton my shirt, once open her flat palms slid over my chest and stomach eliciting louder moans from her at the feel of my body. My hands stayed on her ass and encouraged her rocking, with the confined space it was all I could really do. After exploring my upper body her hands slid down and unbuttoned my pants before sliding down my zipper. It was times like these that I was glad I kept things trimmed down below as getting hair caught in the zipper would have certainly killed the mood.
Once my cock was free she wrapped her hand around it and rubbed a few times before placing her thong clad pussy on top of it, her hands finding their way back to my chest. She ground on top of me for a few minutes more, the heat from her pussy seeping through the fabric onto my cock. “I could get into so much trouble for this. I swear I never do this.” She panted.
*Oh shit, condom.* I thought to myself after that classic line of fiction came from her lips.
I snaked my hand around to grab my wallet and pull the condom from it. I pulled myself away for just long enough to roll the condom on. Not wanting to waste time I simply pushed her panties to the side and slid into her, we moaned in unison as she pushed herself fully on top of me. She leaned back against the seat behind her and gripped my shoulder with one hand as she began to bounce on top of me. My hands reached up and slid her shirt up over her bra and then back around to unhook it. Logistically that was the best I could do so instead of taking the bra off fully I simply reached under her bra and began fondling her heavy tits. She bounced like this for a few minutes before leaning forward and resting her head on my shoulder. My hands moved to her hips as she began to bounce them up and down on top of me, I could feel her ass slapping against my thighs each time she landed on me. Our lips touched every inch of exposed flesh on each other as we fucked, I could feel her diamond hard nipples scraping against my chest periodically as she bounced. “Get behind me.” She eventually ordered.
She slid off of my cock and moved to the other side of the backseat getting onto her hands and knees. I turned my body and slid her thong off of her legs before I began re-positioning my body. With her on her hands and knees her pussy was right in my face for a moment and being that this was the first African American girl I had ever been with I had to take a look. My fingers reached up and spread her lips, it was like an electric pink shock running through her dark folds. I couldn’t contain myself and leaned forward running my tongue from her clit back up to her hole for a taste of her divine juices. She let out a deep, throaty moan as I set up behind her, “Ooooh, naughty b….” She couldn’t finish the sentence before I jammed by cock fully into her causing her to bang her head into the window in front of her. She laughed and placed her flat palm on the door and pushed out with her arm to try and prevent it from happening again. I started pumping my cock in and out of her with hard, deliberate thrusts. I wasn’t really worried about going fast as much as I was about slamming my body into hers. I placed my right hand on her shoulder and grabbed it for grip and the other on her lower back to push it down. She bowed her back as I slammed my body into hers, picking up speed as she began pushing her body back into mine and we banged into each other.
The windows had fogged up, the sounds of our moans filled the area so that anyone walking past would know exactly what was happening in the car. She began letting out a grunt every time I pushed into her fully, begging me “please……don’t…….stop” and I knew she was getting close. I increased my tempo, pushing her down into her back and pulling her shoulder harder as I fucked her. Her body went rigid, she stopped pushing back into me and left the work to me, I felt her vaginal muscles begin contracting and flexing around my cock as she breathlessly gasped as she orgasmed. She let out a scream as she finished and it was time for me to get mine. I moved my hands to grip her hips and began fucking her more rapidly than before, not really worried about slamming into her like I was before. Before long I felt myself getting close and picked up my pace even more to help get there faster, happy that cardio factored so heavily into my life. Layla continued to grunt and gasp under me as I fucked her at a furious pace before I buried myself deep inside of her, collapsing onto her back as I emptied my load into the condom inside of her.
We both sat there panting for a few minutes before she finally said, “Jesus I needed that.” Following with. “I need to get back inside before anyone notices. You go first, I’ll be right behind you.”
I slid the condom off and opened the car door, after peering around to verify the coast was clear I stepped out and pulled up my jeans. I leaned in and kissed Layla, who was now sitting up and getting herself situated, before heading back inside and ditching the condom in a trash can by the elevator.
As soon as I cleared the hallway back into the club Connor came over to me. “Where have you been?” He asked. “I’m heading out so if you want a ride you need to do the same.” I looked back at the elevator for a few seconds before Connor began walking off, leaving. I waited as long as I could before I chased after him and we left.
I never went back and never saw Layla again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6or8po/a_forrest_gump_kind_of_day
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