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Blogs > StL_Dom_AssMan > Inside Lookin Out

My Journey pt 13  

StL_Dom_AssMan 50M
79 posts
1/26/2011 6:50 pm
My Journey pt 13
Spending that whole first day and night in the house was more than enough time for us to recooperate. I had to get out that second day and see more of LA. After discussing options with saria, nymph and I decided to go to Old Towne in Pasadena for dinner. I figured a night out to eat was a good time to wear 'The Sweater' Not only that, I wore my new jeans, new shoes, the diamonds earrings (from San Fran) and nymph's (male) hat...all things accumilated during The Journey to LA. I was lookin too damn sexy. We made a stop at Trader Joe's for some stuff for the house on the way to Pasadena. We passed by The Rose Bowl Stadium. It was very cool to see such a historic sporting arena.

Old Towne was a cool area. It had bars, clubs, restaurants, shopping, etc. We had just parked the car to figure out a place to eat, when a group of 3 young whites guys walked up and handed us a flyer. He explained what the event was, then he said 'cool sweater dude' I wanted to say 'aint it though?' I thanked nymph and I smiled about it.

We walked around the area for a while...taking in the scenery, while looking for a place to eat at the same time. Our choice ended being a nice looking, small French place. We ordered smoked trout, goose liver pate, and something else from the appetizer section. I ordered the seafood pasta, and a few very good French beers. I didnt even know the French made beer. I didnt think I liked anything with liver in it, yet I ended up eating most of the pate. The meal and whole experience were both excellent. We headed back to saria's house. I drank had a few more beers, then we fucked. Im pretty positive that she asked me to fuck her ass again that night. I didnt though. It wasnt that I didnt want to...I was gettin turned on by not giving it to her. I love mind fucking, sometimes as much as mouth, pussy or ass fucking.

Like the previous couple of days, we didnt do much in the am or early afternoon. We did make plans to hit up a Cali beach for the first time. Saria gave us her opinions on which beaches she liked and didnt like so much. We took her advice and went with Santa Monica. Saria wasnt up for the beach, so it would just be nymph and me. Sinced we would eat dinner in Santa Monica too, I packed beach and dinner clothes. I had only worn 'The Sweater' for a couple of hours the night beofre, in a completely different part of L.A. I broke one of my etched in stone rules: not to wear something specific out in public 2 weekends in a row (2 days in a row is out of the question) I packed 'The Sweater' and everything else I wore the previous night.

This trip to Santa Monica would be our first taste of daytime traffic on the California highways. I had seen it in the movies and heard alot about it. All the shit I had heard was true. There were so many fuckin cars, so many different lanes and highways. The people weren't the friendliest drivers either. With all that going on, plus my not being the easiest passenger to keep calm anyway, I could see that nymph was intimidated by the experience. In Washington and Oregon wanted her to slow down a bit and stay focused. On the Cali highways, she was driving way too slow. They dont play that shit out there. It only took me some minutes to see that for myself. There were a few times when a car got right up on our ass. A few crazy looks from drivers as they sped by. One wrong turn...that ended up being a good thing. It allowed me to get a close picture of The Staples Center. We got back on the correct highway and made it to Santa Monica.

As soon as I saw the Santa Monica Blvd sign, the Sheryl Crow (she's from Missouri) song started going through my head. '...Until the Sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard' I sing it well too, quiet as kept. We drove around for a while until we found a parking spot. It was across the street from a very upscale restaurant. I saw some rich person's driver waiting in an suv with his ear piece in. It was a very beautiful area with some smokin hot ass women. Since we got there later than we expected and it was kind of chilly (and I wanted to look good around the hot ass women) I changed into 'The Sweater' outfit immediately. Nymph didnt bring any nicer stuff, so we looked a little more mix-matched than we already looked. I joked that we looked like an older Hollywood actress and her boytoy. She said it was more like I was the Hollywood guy and she was the manager or agent. Either way, we definitely got our share of attention as we walked through Santa Monica.

We ended up walking down to the Santa Monica Pier. There was a film crew wrapping up a scene for a movie as we walked onto it. She I took a seat and just watched The Ocean. We took pictures of each other on the pier with each others phones. When I sent the picture of me on the pier wearing 'The Sweater' to my special friend on the east coast, she texted back 'baby I just felt you when that picture came through' One of my boys from back in StL texted that he was proud of me. I had spent the majority of the previous 2 years and misery...and now I was living again. Thats what he was proud of.

After spending some time on the pier, we headed back up into the city. We did some shopping at The Puma Store. I still havent worn the Ferrari Puma track jacket I got from there. (it has been a year and a couple of weeks since she bought it for me) Its too cool and too much of a symbol to wear just anywhere. I got the shoes to match and I have worn those...to their death. For months, I wsould wear them either. nymph got herself some knee high Puma casual boots that looked pretty cool on her. We went and ate another great meal at another cool place. All along this part of the shopping district they had people out singing over amplified mics. All of the singers were talented in different genres of music. In fact, I thought the music we heard where we decided to eat was coming from a cd. The guy singing was in a wheel chair, but it didnt seem to break his spirit at all. nymph gave me a tip to put in his container. The tip was so big that she didnt want me to look at it...so I didnt.

The Santa Monica visit is a highlight of my life. I could not hold back fucking nymph's ass after such a day. We got back to saria's and I relaxed with a couple of drinks. We both bathed before it was time to fuck. this time she asked for me to put my dick in her ass AFTER she had already lubed it up and held her ass cheeks apart for me. She was laying flat on her stomach, hips and ass raised in the air a bit. That is my favorite way to start anal sex. I eased in slowly until she started rocking her ass back to take more of me in. Thats when I gave her as the stroking that she had been begging me for. I shot a load deep inside of her ass. I pulled out and was on my way to the bathroom to get cleaned off. She stopped me immediately and wiped me a little with a shirt, then sucked my dick to show me it was clean. Dirty ole lady...Im a sucker for atm. I take that as the slutty female has confidence that her ass is clean. I went and cleaned up anyway, then fucked her pussy real good. We got some good sleep that night.

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