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El Ni�o Nights

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by Todd421 This is the season, happening every few years, when all of us Californians buckle under and try to withstand the torrential rains, the mudslides, and the insults of tourists coming into our area (taunting us with oh-so-clever remarks, like "Hey, I thought it never rained in California!" - gee, I don't think I ever heard that one before!). Anyway, it was indeed one of those rainy nights, just a few weeks ago, when I had mistakenly ventured out onto one of our interstate freeways, hoping to get away from the rain's unrelenting tap-tap-tap on the roof of my condo and into an area far closer to the beach than to my boring home. Not that the beach would shelter me from the rain and its monotonous sounds, but at least this would make me feel a different kind of water-crashing going on, with the surf's constant pounding instead of the raindrops on my Pasadena rooftop. As I hadn't planned this driving trip in advance, and since I didn't expect to meet up with anyone along the way, I was dressed only in what I was wearing at home when I decided to make the drive - a white tank-top and shiny, light-blue running shorts. (I also figured that, if I got out to the beach, which is about 15 miles away, and it wasn't raining there, I could change along the roadside into my Speed-O briefs, which I always keep in my car trunk, for a night-time swim in the surf.) Before I forget to tell you, I'm 24, white, blonde, and what most folks call "a cutie." I have a bit of a traditional surfer's body, with no hair anywhere, a carefully developed stomach and chest, longish blonde hair, and longish tanned legs. I don't surf, but a lot of people down at the beach think I do. (Actually, the closest thing I do that is related to the beach is to drive down occasionally to Pacific Coast Highway in the early morning hours of the summer months, so that I can watch the true surfers get out of their vans and change into their wetsuits along the highway. I've seen many a mean weenie exposed briefly while I've parked nearby to watch!) Anyway, I was heading out toward the beach on this rainy night, when the obligatory L.A. experience happened - a freeway traffic jam. Here I was on the "134," hoping to get past Griffith Park, the Valley, and the West L.A. neighborhoods, when I found I was stuck on the freeway, looking hopelessly at the rear ends of many cars, somewhere between Glendale and Burbank. Realizing that I would probably still be sitting here hours from now, I decided to turn around and head back for home, and I took the next offramp from the freeway after much inching forward in traffic. As I broke away, rather forcefully, from traffic onto the curving off-ramp, I drove onto what appeared to be a lone, two-lane highway (with no cross-streets), past some rather remote areas outside of what is called "Griffith Park" around here, past the area where kids come to play soccer during the daytime during the appropriate seasons. The road also runs along the L.A. River, as our local concrete basin is called. I passed by quite a number of parked cars along the side of the road in my off-ramp journey toward home,when I suddenly had to come to a halt again! I could see that a few cars in front of me had stopped in the middle of the road. I was stuck in a traffic jam again (!), even though this wasn't a freeway, and this was an area somewhat removed from major car travel. This was actually worse than what I had just been through, because, at least the traffic on the freeway inched along, but here, the traffic was at a total standstill. I opened my driver's-side window and stuck my head out into the rain to see what might be holding traffic up ahead, but I couldn't see anything obstructing traffic from this vantage point. I decided to wait this out (what choice did I have?) and sat in line for what seemed to be an eternity. Eternity lasted about two minutes (I'm so impatient), and I put my car into park, got out, and walked forward along the line of cars to see what was holding everything up. I was getting pretty drenched, as it was still raining, and as I passed by each car in line ahead, I was able to talk to drivers here and there who felt like rolling down their windows and speaking to me. We all decided that something rather major must have happened ahead, or we wouldn't all be stuck like this. I finally got to the front of the line of cars, where I saw that a "river" had broken out of the cement-filled L.A. River, onto and intersecting the roadway ahead. By now, I was wet through and through, with my tank-top almost transparent, and my slick running shorts pretty well glued to my butt and my crotch. I talked to the guy in the car at the head of the line; he said he wouldn't dare drive through the water in front of him until the current and the rain had died down. (It didn't look that bad to me!) I began to argue with him, until I got a better look at this driver - he looked to be in his early 30s, with blondish hair and a very nice face. (He also seemed to be taking a rather careful look at me, with my wet, almost see-through attire kind of staring him in the face.) I told this "lead" driver that I was gonna go for it, driving my car past his, into the "river" and beyond. By watching me drive through the river, he would be able to judge how best to move ahead himself (or whether to do it at all, until the water died down). I turned and walked back along the car line to my own vehicle. I'm sure several people along the way noticed my pointed little nipples sticking through my wet shirt and my not-so-little dick's outline against the wet fabric of my shorts! When I finally got back to my parked car, I realized that several other cars were parked behind mine. I also realized (during my walkahead and walk back) that no one on the two-lane highway had passed me in the other direction, as of yet, but I didn't really think about what this might mean. When I got to my car, I hesitated to get in, as I was soaking wet, and I didn't want to damage my car upholstery. But I got into the car anyway, determined to get out of this situation. Sitting in my damp shorts, I started up the car and moved it out into the oncoming lane of traffic, past the other sitting cars. I got to the head of the line, where the cute blonde still sat, and I leaned over and rolled down my passenger-side window to talk to him. I said, "Follow me, if it looks like I can get through this OK." With that, I moved (rather quickly) on, into the intersecting "river," aiming for the rest of the road beyond. What might have been exhilarating turned out to be just a two-second thrill, as my car passed easily through the water and mud onto the two-lane roadway ahead. Now on new ground, I got out of my car and turned back toward the blonde in the lead car waiting behind; I waved him on, showing that I had made it through the quagmire. He "flashed" his headlights at me, to tell me that he understood. I got back into my car, and I drove ahead - but only for fifty feet or so, as it turned out. I found myself facing another "river" in front of me. I got back out of my car to survey how deep this next obstacle might be. Drenched, angry, and tired, I decided to move ahead again, even though the water level ahead might be worse than the last "river" I had gone through. This proved to be just as navigable as the earlier stream, and coming out of it, I found myself "under" the freeway that I had earlier been trying to drive on (the "134"). I now had a cover for myself, as the freeway overpass protected me from the continuing rain. The freeway overpass kept my car somewhat dry, but ahead of me once again was another "river," this time far more choppy and scary, with actual "white water" seen frequently. I quickly decided that I wasn't going anywhere until this all subsided. Now that I was under a freeway overpass, with no rain falling directly on me, I decided that I could dry off. I got out of my car and shut the driver door. The sound of the rain and the nearby rushing water was very loud, but I felt "high and dry," even though I was totally drenched from my earlier wanderings. Remembering that I had several towels and blankets in my car trunk, I took my keys and opened the trunk to take advantage of the drying-off "supplies" there. Grabbing a towel, I started drying myself as best I could. But my clothing was still wet, through and through. Looking back and around me, I realized that no one could see me (at least not very clearly). I stripped down right there in the road, removing my wet tank-top, my now sticky-wet running shorts, and my "squooshy" tennis shoes. Standing totally naked, I put the shirt, shorts, and shoes into the trunk, and dried myself off with another towel. What I didn't realize during this, was that the lead car with the blonde guy was moving ahead through the little rivers I had just come through! In fact, as he was coming through one of the final water obstacles, he had a very plain view of my naked body, as I was toweling myself off! I didn't realize this at first, because the towel was sort of wrapped around my head as I was drying my hair - but I soon saw his car's headlights on my feet and, stunned, I pulled the towel away from my head, and I tried to gather the towel around my naked body. The blonde guy pulled his car up next to my car; now we were two under the overpass. Feeling kind of stupid, I tried to pretend that "I always do this," and that walking around naked under a freeway overpass is the most natural thing in the world. But he got out of his car and showed me otherwise� He got out of his car and walked over right next to me and, glancing briefly to the cars way back there, re-introduced himself to me. (Not with a name, but with a "how ya doin'.") I tried to talk about the weather for a bit, but he was intent on something else. My chest was exposed, and he reached up with both hands and grabbed my nipples in both hands, squeezing and twisting them with his fingers. (I almost dropped my towel right there.) He took his hands away from my chest and wrapped them around my back, drawing me close to him; his mouth nuzzled my neck, and his hands moved up and down my back. I got so turned on, that I started thrusting my crotch toward and into his; he responded with an upward shove into my crotch from his waist. I was in heaven, with his hands all over my naked body. We realized that we had plenty of time to do what we wanted, because the car after his hadn't even decided to cross the first "river." Still, the headlights from afar were upon us, which made this encounter much more scary and fun. We began kissing in earnest, with our hands roaming all over each others' crotches and butts. While we were kissing, he pulled away my towel. My dick sprung up between us, rubbing against the harsh fabric of his jeans; he shoved and pulled my crotch onto and against his. While he was "humping" me (God, he was horny), I started to undo the buttons on his shirt. He turned out to be as "hairless" as I am. I ran my hands all over his chest, then moved down to the top of his pants, unbuttoning them. With my dropped towel on the ground in front of him, I knelt down on my knees as I undid the rest of the buttons on the fly of his jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his hard cock jumped to attention right in front of my face. Quickly nibbling his balls and licking the underside of his hard dick (as I didn't know how long we'd have together until someone approached), I pulled his jeans down around his ankles, and started sucking on his cock in earnest. His hands were wrapped around the back of my head and neck, shoving my mouth faster and faster over his dick. I was jerking off now, myself, down on my knees on the road. We had to do this quickly, and I swallowed his juicy cock as far as I could, digging my hands into his smooth asscheeks from behind, leaving my own dick to fend for itself. I could tell he was getting pretty close and I sucked faster, finally pulling away from his cock when he started to cum. After tasting his first spurt, I made sure my face was right in line for more cum from his hot-looking cockhead. He shot and shot all over my face and into my hair. I was close, too, and I stood up and took a few last jerks on my cock, shooting all over his dick and his balls. I reached down and picked up my towel from the road, and wiped some of his cum off of my face. He quickly retreated to his car, pulling up his jeans as he left. He started up his car and drove straight into the water in the road in front of us and kept driving. Back in my car, I tried to follow him, but lost him after a few turns along the road. So, who says El Ni�o is all bad?