Car sex with a [F]WB I [m]et at a club

[Before I went to California](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9qtbhn/making_a_california_dream_come_true_mf/?st=JNQ76YQN&sh=081cce8e), my best friend got me a job waiting tables in a nightclub that had just opened. Despite the location being a little out of the way, it seemed like it would’ve been a success, due in no small part to the fact that my friend, the manager, had a huge network of friends who were always looking to celebrate birthdays, holidays, engagements and the like. While he was manager there, the place was always packed and I always went home with nice tips.

Among the regular clientele was a woman who didn’t show up every weekend, but often enough to be remembered and noticed. And how could she not be? 5’8”, chocolate-brown skin, dreadlocks down to her ass, pierced tongue, large ass and tits (I remember them being E cups) shown off by the skimpy clothes she wore regardless of the weather. This lady was a knockout. Every guy who worked there wanted her, from the owner down to the bussers. I’ll call her Shawna.

Through the kindness of the gods, I found myself serving Shawna often enough that we became acquainted and developed a flirty rapport. One night we exchanged numbers, and after I got back from San Diego, I asked her out.

Making a California dream come true [MF]

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.

[M]aking time with a [f]un, sexy Jamaican girl

My first time writing anything on Reddit. Bear with me, and try to not to laugh too hard at what I happen to remember.

This happened about ten years ago. My mother had just married a Jamaican man and he decided to bring us down there to meet his family.
I was a skinny 23-year-old, but I wasn’t bad to look at: 5’11”, medium-brown skin, easy smile, dark brown eyes. We met my SF’s sister, her daughter, and her granddaughter. The daughter and granddaughter were aunt and niece to each other, and fairly close in age. They were both attractive, but it was the granddaughter I ended up gravitating toward: 20 y.o., about 5’7”, BBW, nice big tits, bright smile, about the same complexion as me. She had a shy, naive, girl next door quality about her that I liked, and she seemed to like my sense of humor, so we ended up getting along pretty well.