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Happy Birthday, Stranger (in a Strange and Happy Land) [CAW Entry]

Date: 4/20/2015, Categories: Fiction, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: stex, Rating: 70.6, Source: sexstories.com

thought I was, but I didn't get to ask. "I'm running away." This was getting even weirder. "From what?" "Never mind." Secretive. "To where?" "I don't know, where are you going?" "Disneyland." I hadn't really formed a plan for the weekend yet, but I knew Disneyland wasn't too far away. I'd always wanted to get there. Maybe, if I tried the American thing again. "Do you want to come along?" "Sure." So that's how I ended up going to Disneyland with a girl I'd never met before. The rest of our conversation was just as unilluminating about her situation. I did discover her name was 'Dawn'. I had to call her something after all. — I looked at the California Road Atlas I'd bought for this very purpose and decided taking the 101 towards LA, and then turning South on the I-5 would get me to Anaheim. Once in Anaheim I'd work out the final details. I was expecting it to be quite difficult to miss Disneyland in Anaheim. So we cruised off down the 101; top down, sun beating down on us, wind in our hair. It was actually slightly chilly, but the sun helped. It was messing up my locks a bit, but it was really playing havoc with Dawn's eighties do. Neither of us minded. A couple of hours later the traffic was getting bad, when I saw the Hollywood sign off to the left of the motorway. I turned off at the next junction, Dawn asked, "Where are you going?" "I saw the Hollywood sign, we should find a place to get a picture." "George," she sounded exasperated, "only tourists do that." "I am a ... tourist." "Whatever." I cruised around the hills for a while trying to find a place you could get a good view of the sign. It took a while, but eventually I found one. I took a few pictures, the sign was looking good in the dying rays of the setting sun. "Could I get your picture with the sign?" "Sure." She still didn't seem impressed with the excursion, but I was thinking it was better than the traffic on the motorway below us. I also took a couple of both of us, using the camera's self timer. Then I suggested, "We're in Hollywood, we should go see a film. It's going to be better than sitting in traffic." She looked at me in her peculiar way, somewhere between amusement and wishing I'd grow up. "Whatever." We saw "Green Card", the alternative was "Kindergarten Cop." That didn't appeal at all. After the film it was getting a bit late, we were hungry, so we went for some dinner. She was more helpful about that than she'd previously been, she suggested a nice Chinese place just around the corner from the cinema. I got the impression she was quite familiar with the area, but she'd still not mentioned anything about her background. The restaurant was again an interesting cultural experience, US Chinese food is quite different from the Chin/Ind (Indonesian) you get in Holland. After dinner we got back on the road, the traffic was much better, and got to Anaheim in about forty minutes. It was getting late, around nine by this time, so we looked for a place to stay. I saw a motel; it was ...