Country Boy in the City
Copyright© 2021 by Mushroom
Chapter 95
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 95 - This picks up almost a decade after "Country Boy, City Girl" ends. George Culver has decided that he has had enough of the hypocrites and prigs in Idaho, and moves to Los Angeles to attend college. Away from his older brother who he has problems with, determined to become his own man in his own way. And not a carbon copy as many expect him to become. Note: Story codes will be added as the story progresses.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Drunk/Drugged Rape Teen Siren Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual GameLit Historical School Cheating Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Small Breasts Smoking Geeks Porn Theatre Prostitution Slow
Once we got back on the street, Grace told me about the simulator.
“George, that was so cool! Now I’ve used simulators before, but nothing like that one. Once Jean showed it to me and what it could do, I got on the phone and called Uncle Pete. And I know it’s costing him money, but it’s a lot cheaper than paying for actual flight hours. So by the time we graduate I really will have all the flight hours needed.”
At that time we were almost back to the freeway, and as we were pulling up to a stop light Grace pointed to a business on the next block. “George, is that what I think it is?”
I looked, and chuckled softly. “Yep, sure is, Grace. That’s a strip club.” I saw it was called “The Coyote Queen”, and as the light turned green I was shocked if Grace asked if we could go inside.
“Wait a minute, you want to go to a strip club?” I asked, more than a bit surprised.
“Sure, I’ve never been inside one and I’m kinda curious. Come on George, can we?”
I looked closer at the building as we passed, and shook my head. “Actually, that one you can’t go into Grace. That’s a topless club.”
“Why not? What’s so special about it being topless?”
I looked at her, and smiled. “Oh, I guess you don’t know. OK, here is the law in California. Full nude strip clubs do not sell alcohol, so anybody 18 or over can go inside. But for a topless club, they can serve alcohol so you have to be 21 to go inside. So when it comes to places like that, you are limited to only full nude. You can’t go into a topless club or a bikini bar unless you are 21.”
“Wow, that’s dumb” she said, and I shrugged.
“Remember, I worked in a strip bar a year or so back. And I asked Linda about it, she explained to me all the differences. For nude and a bikini bar the guys can sit right at the stage, but topless, there is this line six feet away from the stage that the guys can not cross. She explained to me it was all about if the place served alcohol or not. Those two serve alcohol, so you have to be 21 to get in.”
Grace admitted that did make a kind of sense, but insisted that she wanted to see one before we finished. “I mean, the only thing like that back home is Club 86, and that’s just a bikini bar. I’ve never been in that either, as like you said it’s a bar. But if I can go into one before we go back I do want to see.”
I smiled and told her I would try and find one when we got back to the motel. I asked her what else she wanted to do before we went back, and she just smiled at me. “Well, sometime in the next week or so I do want to use the car and check out a few places also.” I told her that was fine, and that I might do the same thing on occasion.
Since Sunday we had the entire day off, we both slept in. And it was a bit of a surprise when I came awake, and not only did Grace have her thigh over mine but I think she might have been grinding herself against my thigh. And as I came fully awake her hand was caressing my chest.
Seeing I was awake she gave me a soft kiss, and told me to go pee if I needed to so she could take a shower. I did that, and was a bit surprised when I got back into the main room and saw she was nude when she passed me and went into the bathroom.
I saw her panties and shirt were on the bed, and went to put them in the bag we had for dirty laundry. I have no idea why, but when I picked them up I paused for a moment to feel her panties. And I was not only a bit surprised but also found myself getting excited when I realized that the crotch of her panties were more than a bit damp. I could hear her in the shower, so brought them up to my nose and smelled them.
And what I smelled was not only delightful, but clearly the evidence of an excited girl. And remembering how we were when I woke up, I reached down and rubbed the side of my thigh as I looked. And sure enough, there was some evidence that she actually had been masturbating against me as I slept.
I put all of the dirty clothes from the two of us in a bag I found in the closet, and used a pen to fill out the slip attached to it. And I decided to return the favor to her and added my underwear to the bag. I called the front desk, and they said they would notify housekeeping and to leave the bag just inside the doorway.
“Mister Culver, we’ve had a few cases of clothes being left in the hall being stolen in the past. You can put it in the hall of course, but we suggest leaving them in the room and just notifying us.”
I thanked the gal on the phone, and heard Grace leave the bathroom. She had a towel around her hair, and when she saw me she simply stopped. I grinned inside as this was likely the first time she had actually seen me fully nude like this since we were kids, and I had half a boner. But after giving her a moment to examine me (as I examined her as she was the same way), I said I needed to take my shower.
Grace stammered an apology and moved out of the doorway. I picked up a pair of clean underwear I had set on the bed and went in to take my shower.
When I got out she was in her bra and panties and drying her hair, and as there were two sinks at the vanity I stood next to her and shaved in the other sink. We got dressed, and after hitting the breakfast bar decided to head on out.
Grace had never been to San Francisco, and when she asked I said that sounded like it would be fun. I had her navigate, and about an hour later we were getting on the bridge from Oakland and driving into the city. I remembered what Tina had told me in the past, and had her give me the directions to Fisherman’s Warf.
Once there I found a parking lot that only charged $5 an hour, and after asking directions took Grace’s hand in mine and headed to a nearby pharmacy. “George, what are we doing here?” she asked, but I just smiled. When we got to the counter I asked for two “Clipper Cards”, and the gal handed them to us and charged me $20.
I handed Grace her card, and stuck mine in my wallet. “Remember, I’ve been here before. On the last trip, Tina told me the best way to get around town. These are good for all busses, cable cars, subways and street cars in town. The cable cars alone are like five bucks, so if we want to see more of the city this is a hell of a lot less than paying for each individual ride.”
She hugged me and said that was a great idea, and soon we were walking the area. It was still early for lunch, so we got on the cable car to ride to the other side of town. It was a lot of fun, and Grace laughed as when we were going up the hill she was pushed against me. And when we got to Chinatown she asked if we could get off there.
We spent over an hour there, looking in the shops and just seeing everything. I saw her looking at some silk Chinese outfits as I was looking at some swords. I was just moving on to look at some remote control cars when she returned, and I was not real surprised she was carrying a bag. I turned around and she put it in the backpack I had brought along, and hand in hand we started looking for a place to eat.
After a nice lunch in a place where we got a sampler plate with a bit of everything, Grace pointed down the hill. And indeed I could see the Transamerica Tower was not that far away so we started walking there. We spent quite a bit just walking around it, and we were even surprised to see a small park at the base that had some of the last redwood trees in the city. We had been taking pictures all through the day, and I got several of Grace leaning against those big trees.
I even got one of her from the side as she was bent over leaning forward against the tree. And although the top was a bit lose so I could not see her breasts in that pose, the way her shorts pulled up tight against her ass looked amazing.
I then looked at the map, and remembering this area from my last trip here I took her hand and headed towards Broadway. And on the way she stopped and gasped. “George, is that what I think it is”?
I looked, and it was a weird kinda building on a corner. It was green and triangular, and some kind of seven floor art deco design. I looked a moment and shrugged and asked her what she thought it was.
“George, that’s Francis Ford Coppola’s place! I recognized it immediately, it’s on the logo of ‘The Secret Garden’!” And I saw she was right, as we had seen that film endless times as we were growing up as it was one of her favorites. And I saw that the café on the bottom floor was called “Café Zoetrope”. We had just eaten so were not hungry, but I promised Grace we would return before we went home so she could eat there. And a few blocks over she stopped again.
It looked almost like I remembered, but also different in the day. None of the signs were lit up, but they were as I remembered them. Big Al’s, Condor, Hungry I, Roaring 20’s, and more. “George, are those all really strip clubs?” Grace softly asked, and I nodded.
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