When I (F25) first went to LA, the very first thing I did was check out the vibrant party scene. I dropped my bags off at the hotel, had a lovely dinner, and then took a shower to prepare for a night of adventure at a club recommended by a local.
Fresh out of the shower, I opened my closet and chose the sexiest dress that hugged my curves perfectly, paired with some sultry red lingerie. Feeling confident, I hailed a taxi to the club.
Upon arriving, my initial inclination was to leave; the crowd felt overwhelming, and the heavy scent of people, alcohol, and heated desires filled the air. But I decided to give it a chance. So, I took a few drinks, started dancing, and felt the music wash over me.
About an hour into the club, as I was swaying to the rhythm, my eyes locked with a handsome guy across the dance floor. His piercing blue eyes sent shivers down my spine.
He came over, introduced himself, and offered to buy me a drink. Moments later, I had my Amaretto Sour in hand, and we dove into dancing, his hand grazing my ass, lips trailing along my neck. I could feel the chemistry igniting between us.
Without a second thought, he guided me to his car, and we were making out in the parking lot. When he asked if I preferred his place or mine, I chose my hotel room for safety.
On the drive, I found myself rubbing against him through his pants, almost tempted to give him the thrill of roadhead. But I resisted the urge—too risky on my first night in LA.
Once we arrived, I barely had time to catch my breath before he pushed me to my knees, exposing his cock and teasing me with the tip. Gagging slightly as he plunged deep, I was lost in ecstasy.
He turned me over, lifting my dress, his mouth working my core with hunger. Then, without warning, his cock filled me, driving into me with powerful thrusts. My hips met his as he slapped my ass, the intensity rising. It felt wild, exhilarating.
He pulled my hair, holding me tightly as we both reached a fever pitch. ‘Do you love my cock?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ I moaned, consumed by pleasure.
As the rhythm quickened, he asked if I wanted his cum. I braced myself, ready to take him in, but he held me tight, exploding inside me, every pulse feeding my desire, each spasm leaving me yearning for more.
As he pulled back and headed for the shower, it dawned on me how lucky I was to be on the pill. The night had taken a thrilling turn, one I wouldn’t forget. If you’re curious about more intimate tales and want to share in the excitement, come talk with me at this link!