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Disclaimer: This never happened and is all made up in my very warped mind.
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A Brief Encounter
I had arrived in LA like most wannabes, with a pocketful of empty and a head full of dreams; another young soul looking to make it big. Music, movies, you name it, I wanted it all.
I was poking around this uber trendy Hollywood grocery store by chance. It was my first week in the city, and I really didn’t know what was going on. Between going to auditions that day, and trying to find a job to pay the bills, I was starving, and decided to stop and get something to eat. A couple of burritos sounded not just good right now, but fucking fantastic. Maybe a six-pack to wash it down with. And some 420 for afters, too.
I turned the corner to the aisle where the booze was and stopped dead in my tracks. She was turned away from me slightly, but even without a face to go by, I was pretty sure I was looking at a Goddamn angel. She was kind of short, compared to my six feet, anyway. She had an average build, with long blonde hair to her shoulders. And she was busty. Very busty. Even wearing a dark denim jacket, I could tell. I have a weakness for busty blondes, what can I say?
I slid up behind her and looked at the bottle of wine she had chosen.
“Not a great choice, I’m afraid,” I said, leaning in next to her and plucking a different bottle off the shelf. “This,” I said, showing her the new bottle and getting to look at her face on for the first time,” is a far better choice. Not as expensive, but a much fuller bouquet, and much better bang for your buck.”
She smiled at me and looked at me in a curious manner. “Do you work here?”
I recognized her right off, of course. How could I not? It was Sydney Sweeney.
“No, I don’t work here. But I used to work in a wine store back home in Galveston. Trust me on this, guaranteed.”
“Well, with that kind of ringing endorsement, how can I refuse. Thank you.” she said, and we just stared at each other for a moment. Her eyes were liquid blue, sparkling with light, her lips curled into a little grin.
“I guess I should get what I came here for.” I chuckled.
“And what is that, exactly?” she asked, quirking her eye a little, curiosity, mischief, and sensuousness all rolled into one
“A couple of burritos, a six-pack, and a little weed to top it all off.” I grinned, shrugging a little.
She laughed, and her nose scrunched up in a way that made my chest tighten a little. “Well, that sounds like a party.”
“Yeah, a party of one,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck, suddenly feeling like an idiot. “Unless you want to join me?”
As soon as I said it, I wanted to kill myself. Especially after she initially hesitated. She looked around to see if there was anyone else was nearby, before then her grin returned, slow and deliberate.
“Tell you what. You help me pick out some snacks, and maybe I’ll crash your little pity party.”
My face must have been a picture because she giggled merrily.
“What, you think famous people don’t eat burritos?” she teased, “Or take a little toke now and then?”
We ended up wandering the aisles together, tossing random snacks into her basket, spicy chips, dark chocolate, a couple of weird kombuchas she swore were good, while she peppered me with questions.
“Galveston, huh? You’re a long way from home,” she mused, fingers brushing against mine as she handed me a bag of jalapeño pretzels. The contact was like an electric jolt up my arm. “What brings you to L.A.?”
“Same as everyone else,” I admitted. “Trying to make it.”
She gave me a long look, eyes tracing my face like she was reading something written there. “You any good?”
I shrugged. “Depends who you ask.”
She laughed, low and throaty. “Fair enough.”
By the time we reached the checkout, her basket was overflowing, and I was half-convinced this was some kind of fever dream. But then she pulled out her wallet, paid for everything, and turned to me with that same small smile.
“So,” she said, nodding toward the exit, “Where are we going with all this stuff?”
“The Zen Love Home Motel.” I hesitated.
She didn’t even blink. “Lead the way, Galveston.”
Not what I expected, but then again, nothing about the last thirty minutes had been. My palms were sweating on the steering wheel as I pulled into the motel lot. Sydney Sweeney was coming to my Motel room. Sydney Sweeney. I couldn’t actually believe that it was happening.
"This was not what I expected when I got up this morning." I laughed as I ushered her into the room, which was more like a small apartment than a true motel room.
"Me neither," she grinned, tossing the grocery bags onto the counter. "But here we are."
"So, why are you here, Sydney Sweeney?" I asked, cracking open a beer and handing it to her. "I mean, really here. In this dingy motel with me."
"Because, I want to drink a beer, have some weed, and then fool around with you." she said bluntly, taking a sip of her beer and looking at me over the bottle's rim. "Is that enough for you?"
I choked on my own drink, coughing into my fist as she laughed. "Jesus," I muttered, wiping my mouth. "You don't pull punches, do you?"
"Why do you think I decided to come back here, Galveston? It's not for the 5 dollar reheated burritos, believe me." she laughed, a good, throaty laugh, shaking her head slightly as she watched me trying to process her words.
We sat on the couch, she with her legs on mine, as I rolled a blunt, trying to concentrate. It was difficult to concentrate, given she kept stretching out, shifting her weight, lying back on the sofa, tapping her nails on the beer bottle.
"I really should have brought my bong, here." I chuckled, carefully sealing the blunt with a lick before twisting the ends. "But desperate times, you know?"
Sydney smirked, plucking the finished joint from my fingers before I could even light it. "Desperate is one word for it," she murmured, as I leaned across and lit it for her. The flame flickered in the dim light, casting shadows across her cheekbones as she took the first long drag. She exhaled slowly, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling, before passing it back to me.
"Take another hit." I offered her, my throat already warm from the first drag. She shook her head, her blonde hair catching the dim glow from the bedside lamp.
"Share and share alike, Galveston." she grinned, nudging the blunt back toward me. I took a hit, holding it in as she stretched, arching her back slightly, just enough for the neckline of her shirt to dip, revealing the soft swell of her cleavage. My pulse jumped, partly the weed, partly the way she watched me with those blue eyes, amused at my obvious distraction.
We shared the blunt between us, the smoke thickening the air with a lazy, hazy intimacy. Every time our fingers brushed passing it back and forth, sparks shot up my arm, whether from the contact or the way she lingered just a second too long, I couldn’t tell. By the time it burned down to the roach, my head was pleasantly light, and Sydney had shifted closer, her thigh pressing against mine. She reached for the bag of jalapeño pretzels, tearing it open with her teeth in a move so casual yet deliberately messy that I swallowed hard.
"Munchies?" I grinned, as I reached for a fresh bottle of beer for us both.
Sydney hummed in agreement, crunching into a pretzel before licking the salt from her finger, slow, deliberate, like she knew exactly what it was doing to me. "You know," she mused, leaning back against the couch cushions, "I don’t usually do this."
"Neither do I." I admitted, twisting the cap off my beer. The cold bite of hops barely registered, not with the way Sydney was watching me, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the knee of my jeans.
"Bullshit," she said, grinning as she leaned forward to steal my bottle. She took a sip, her lips lingering on the rim where mine had been. "You’ve got that look."
"I don't know what you could be talking about." I grinned lazily, my head buzzing pleasantly from the blunt and the way her fingers danced along my thigh. I started rolling another blunt as she stroked my knee, her touch sending little electric shocks up my leg.
"Sure you don't," Sydney smirked, plucking the rolling paper from my fingers and expertly finishing the roll herself, twisting the ends with a quick flick of her wrist. She lit it with the lighter I handed her, inhaling deeply before blowing a perfect smoke ring toward the ceiling.
"That's good stuff." she murmured, passing the blunt back to me, her fingers brushing mine with deliberate slowness. The air between us crackled with tension, thick as the smoke curling around us. I took a drag, holding her gaze as I exhaled, watching her lips part slightly. I took another hit and then leaned in, touching her lips with mine and exhaling the smoke into her mouth.
She gasped, then laughed against my lips, pulling me closer by the collar of my shirt. "Smooth." she murmured, before kissing me properly, deep and hungry, her fingers tangling in my hair. The blunt burned forgotten between my fingers as she climbed into my lap, her weight warm and insistent.
"Do that again." she breathed against my lips, fingers tightening in my hair. I took another slow drag from the blunt, watching her pupils dilate with anticipation as I leaned in, sealing my mouth over hers, letting the smoke trickle into her lungs.
She shuddered, her nails biting into my scalp as she exhaled through her nose "Fuck," she gasped when I pulled back, her chest rising fast.
"You like?" I asked, smirking as I watched her lips part slightly, still tasting the smoke on her tongue.
"Fuck, I am stoned." she giggled, blinking slowly as she traced my jawline with her fingertips. Her touch was electric, sending sparks down my neck. The second blunt had done its work, her pupils were blown wide, her cheeks flushed pink under the dim motel lighting.
I took another hit and offered her the joint, but instead of accepting it, she wrapped her fingers around my wrist and guided my hand toward her lips. Her mouth was warm and damp when she took the blunt between her teeth, her tongue flicking against my fingertips as she inhaled. The sensation sent a jolt straight to my groin. She exhaled through her nose, smoke curling between us as she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear.
"I need you to fuck me, Galveston." she murmured, voice thick with weed and want. "Right now."
The words punched through the haze in my head like a lightning strike. I crushed the blunt into the ashtray, my other hand already gripping her hip, pulling her tighter against me. She gasped when I flipped her onto her back, the couch springs groaning beneath us as I pinned her wrists above her head.
We were naked in a flash, my eyes roving all over her perfect body. Her beasts, oh those world famous breasts, were as perfect in real life as they were on screen. Her areolae were large, the nipples peaked and hard, anticipating sex. I must have stared a little too long as she gave me a look that said "What the fuck are you doing staring? Get busy!"
I slid out of my boxers, my erection large and thick and positioned myself between her thighs. I rubbed my cock around her sopping entrance as I leaned down and kissed her. She pretty much pulled me inside her with her legs wrapped around my waist and I groaned against her mouth as I bottomed out inside her tight pussy.
It was the most incredible feeling I have ever had. I guess knowing you are fucking one of the most desired women in the world, enhances the experience, but My God. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, so amazing feeling around my dick, that even in my stoned mind, I could hardly believe it. Maybe the weed enhanced things? As I thrust inside her, I leaned down and began suckling her nipples, one after the other, hardly able to contain myself. I cupped her tits, pawed them, mauled them as I fucked her. How could I not? And as I did, Sydney moaned loudly, her fingers gripping my forearms as her hips bucked against mine.
"That's it, Galveston. Right there." she groaned.
I kissed her deeply, tasting the lingering bitterness of weed on her tongue as I picked up the pace, my hips snapping against hers in a rhythm that had her tits rolling around her chest The couch creaked dangerously beneath us, the sound mingling with both our moaning, and the sound of our flesh colliding.
Sydney arched her back suddenly, lifting her hips to meet each thrust.
“Harder, Galveston” she gasped, her voice jagged. “Stop fucking holding back.”
I growled against her throat, biting down lightly as I finally let go, no more restraint, no more hesitation. No more pussyfooting around. She wanted to get fucked? Fine.
The slap of skin echoed off the motel walls as I drove into her, each thrust sending her bouncing against the worn cushions. Sydney drew me close, as my hips pounded against hers, my dick a blur, pistoning in and out of her soaking wet pussy. She clung to me, her breath hot and uneven against my ear.
"That's what I want, Galveston. Just like that."
Sydney writhed under me, her blonde hair sticking to her forehead, her lips parted around jagged breaths. We were both covered in sweat, our bodies slick with it, as we moved together in a frenzy. The nerve endings in my cock were firing wildly, her tightness gripping me with every thrust, and I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer at all.
"Close," I gritted out, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.
"Not before me, Galveston." she sobbed, her voice raw and desperate. Sydney arched her back violently, her fingers clawing at the cushions as her thighs clamped around my waist like a vice. Her pussy convulsed around my cock in pulsing waves, her entire body shaking as she came with a ragged cry that sounded almost pained.
"Fuck, fuck...here I come." I roared, giving her ample warning so she could tell me where she wanted me to finish.
But Sydney just wrapped her legs tighter around me, locking her ankles behind my back as she dragged me deeper into her with every thrust. She kissed me, and that was all it took. I roared into her mouth as my penis exploded inside her, my hot load flooding her pussy like and ever flowing stream.
Sydney gasped sharply, her body arching into mine as I pumped rope after rope of cum into her. Her hands flew to my ass, fingers digging in as she milked every last drop from me, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles against mine. "God, yes," she murmured against my lips. "Fuck, that feels sooo good, Galveston."
We lay there recovering, locked together in a sweaty embrace, kissing and cuddling as stoned lovers do. Eventually I reached for the half-finished joint and lit it again, much to Sydney's amusement.
"You're incorrigible," she giggled, taking a hit when I offered it. We passed it back and forth in comfortable silence, her fingers tracing idle patterns across my chest. Outside, the neon glow of the motel sign flickered through the thin curtains, casting shifting pink and blue hues across our tangled limbs. When we had finished, Sydney kissed my lips and whispered.
"Bedroom, Galveston."
I took her hand and we stumbled into the bedroom, where she pushed me onto the bed, and slid on top of me. Kissing down my body, she began to fellate me.
Getting a blowjob from Sydney Sweeney was, without doubt, the best fucking moment of my life, bar none. Her lips wrapped around me, hot and wet, her tongue swirling in ways that shouldn't be possible. I groaned, gripping the sheets as she took me deeper, her tongue pressing along the underside of my cock with torturous, sensuous precision. My hips bucked up off the bed as she worked me with a passion.
"Oh Fuck, you're killing me." I moaned, scrunching my eyes shut as shudders of pleasure wracked my body.
Sydney chuckled around my cock, the vibrations making me groan louder. She pulled back, and stroked me slowly while looking up at me with those liquid blue eyes. "You taste so good, Galveston," she murmured, licking her lips slowly "I love it."
Her mouth descended on me again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with a rhythm that had my toes curling. One hand worked my shaft in tandem with her lips while the other cupped my balls, kneading them gently. The sight of her, fucking Sydney Sweeney, between my legs, her blonde hair spilling over my thighs, was almost too much to process. I felt her tongue probing my nuts, and I nearly lost it then. She took them into her mouth and sucked gently, while stroking my dick with her hand.
"I want to drink your load, Galveston. Are you going to give it to me?" she asked, punctuating each word with a flick of her tongue along the weeping tip of my cock. The question alone made my balls tighten, like she could read the exact moment I was about to tip over the edge.
"Oh Fuck..." I rasped, as I felt my cock begin to twitch in her mouth.
Her fingers dug into my thighs as I arched off the mattress, my orgasm hitting like a fucking freight train. I swear to God, I saw stars when I came. The feeling was indescribable, the sensation enhanced by Sydney continuing to tongue me as I erupted. Her tongue lashed against my glans as my dick twitched and jerked in her mouth. I groaned in a guttural, animalistic fashion as this Hollywood starlet feasted on my sperm.
She swallowed greedily, her throat working around each pulse as I pumped my essence into her. Her lips remained sealed around me, milking every last drop until I was twitching and oversensitive beneath her. She pulled off with an obscene pop, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk. "Mmm. Delicious."
She continued to lick me, until I pretty much had to beg her to stop.
"Fuck, Sydney, I can't..." My voice cracked as her tongue swirled around the oversensitive head of my cock. She chuckled pressing a final kiss to the tip before crawling up my body, her lips glistening with spit and traces of my cum.
I kissed her, and her thigh slid between my legs, pressing against my still-throbbing dick, and I groaned into her mouth.
I don't know how, but I somehow managed to get hard for her another three times that night. We fucked and sucked each other until we collapsed with exhaustion, sleeping in each other's arms.
The next morning was not what I expected. I thought things might have been awkward, but Sydney saved that by not being there when I eventually woke. She left a little note on the living room table.
"Thanks for the incredible night, Galveston. I needed it more than you will ever know. xxx"
Shaking my head and smiling, I sat down and rolled a joint.