Copyright Willie Duet 2011. A few years ago I lived in Los Angeles. I was young and inexperienced but determined to make it on my own in a city where anything could happen. This is the story of one of my better adventures where something fantastic happened. I was living in Burbank, working in North Hollywood at a company that made electrical equipment. I worked a lot of night shift hours and lived alone. Sometimes I took a girl to the movies or bowling but mostly I was just lonely. I had been married once but it failed within a year and because she left me I really lost confidence in myself. To say I was a loser would be an understatement. So at the time this happened, I'd been in LA for a year and it was clear that I was going nowhere. I knew I could cut my rental expense way down by moving into a lower rent district. So I took a weekday to look around Echo Park, which I had heard was cheaper than Victory Boulevard in Burbank. As I drove around the winding avenues and hills of this part of LA, just northwest of the baseball stadium, I began to get a feeling of attachment to the area because it looked more like a neighborhood than my Burbank address. There were actually a few houses along the road I happened to be driving with "For Rent" signs. Seeing another one, with a place I could pull over to the curb, I slowed down and parked. I got out. There were no other cars on the road. It was the middle of the day, about 75 degrees, no clouds, a perfect LA day. I looked up at the sign I had spotted in a window. Now that window was open, and a young woman with black hair was looking down at me, smiling. She was very tanned and her teeth were very white and her eyes a deep green color. "Hi" I said, hands on my hips, smiling back. Before I could ask about the rental, she asked me a question. "Hi! Can you help me? My car won't start." "Yeah? I can look at it. But, say, what about your rental? I need a place." "Well come on up, I can show it to you." She disappeared from the window. I walked up the flight of stairs from the street and met her at the door. I could see the stairs continued up the hill a little distance to another little house like hers. I introduced myself, "My name is John." and shook her hand. She said her name was Sherry, and that smile dazzled me again. Her hand was warm and she held on to my hand an extra couple of seconds. I noticed right away that her clothing consisted of a large, fancy white shirt that covered her to mid thigh. Her skin was as tanned as the Coppertone ad. Next to the whiteness of the cloth she was a rich golden brown. The shirt draped over the shape of her breasts and did not hide the darkness of her nipples which were as big as half dollars and darker than her skin. I'd failed the "don't stare" test. I forced myself to look her in the eye. She was grinning in a knowing way. I had been so obvious to be looking at her tits, what an ass I was! But what nice tits they were! I stammered out an apology. "I don't mean to stare, but you are really very attractive, sorry for my bad manners!" "Don't be silly, I don't mind, I'm glad you like what you see. I dance for a living so people are always looking at me. I like the attention. Now here's the key, I'll walk up with you. It's right up there," she said, pointing up the steps. We walked up, she in sandals and her big white shirt. Sherry had her hair pulled back in a loose pony tail. She said she was also a tenant but managed the places for the owner. We got to the door of the rental, and when I opened it up she showed me the rooms, a kitchen, small parlor, bedroom, bathroom. It was empty of furniture and relatively clean. The rent was a third of what I had been paying. I told her I would like to rent it and gave her the first month's rent in cash as we walked back down. She asked me in, to fill out some paperwork. "Would you like some tea? Before you look at my car?" she asked. "Oh sure, sounds nice. Thanks!" I was writing my name and some other details on the month to month form. I signed it and handed her the original. She gave me the key. We sipped our tea. Whenever she leaned forward I got glimpses of her boobs through the open front of the shirt. Sherry's boobs were perky and evenly tanned, and I wanted very badly to touch them. I wondered if her skin would taste salty. I imagined the texture of her skin. "John, is that sweet enough? I have honey here," she said, handing me a jar. I dipped the spoon in and then stirred it in to my tea, taking a moment to look around her apartment. Her place was decorated in kind of a new age funk style, lots of tie dye and macrame. There were just the two rooms, not really separate. The bedroom was closer to the door, the kitchen on the far side of an open area where she had a table and chairs. Her bed was a four poster, with filmy white cloth hanging over the top and the whitest of sheets and pillow cases. The air was musky with patchouli oil and incense. She kept her gaze on me, getting up a couple of times but always coming back to sit in the same way, leaning forward, speaking to me in a low, animated voice. She asked what I did for work and how long I'd been in LA. She told me she danced for a living and hoped to get in to movies. I found myself agreeing with anything she said, anything to keep her talking to me and favoring me with the view of her naked breasts. They were a perfect size and when she moved they jiggled nicely. When she got up again, this time she came back with a lit joint in her hand. She'd taken a hit. "Do you smoke?" she asked, smiling, holding it out to me. "Only with really good friends," I replied, happily accepting it. Between tokes I asked her about her car, what was wrong with it. Oh yeah, the car. It wouldn't start. Well, I said, let me try, I know something about cars. She got up again to fetch the car key, and walked with me to the door, to point to the Fiat parked in front of my car. Her hand was warm on my arm. "Don't spend too much time on it, ok? It's not that important. I'd rather party for a while. You up for partying?" I put my hands on her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. "I'll be 5 minutes, I am definitely up for partying," I said. Ok, the car. The key went in and I watched the gages come alive, gas said half a tank, the red ignition light came on bright. I cranked it over, the battery seemed strong enough, the starter spun and the motor coughed once. I pumped the gas and tried again, same thing. I left the key on, opened the hood, popped open the distributor to look at the ignition. I used a pen to open the points, saw the little flash between them. I pulled the wire off the coil and held it near the motor, doing the thing with the pen on the contact points, and got a nice fat blue arc and a little jolt in my hand. Well, it had spark, so maybe no gas? The air cleaner came off easily, and when I wiggled the accelerator I didn't smell any gasoline. This car had an electric pump and I could hear it whining, where was the fuel line? I saw clamps on it, realized I would need a screwdriver. I put it all together again and took the key back to Sherry. Her door was open and when she heard me tap she called out, "Come in, come in!" She had a new joint going, and she was relaxing now on the couch, beckoning me to join her there. We got comfortable, my arm around her shoulders and her hand on my leg, and we passed the j between us until it too was gone. I explained about the gas in her car and told her I would need a screwdriver to go farther with it. As I said this she was taking a last long drag, holding the roach with a feather clip. I was playing with her tits, gently squeezing and rubbing her nipples, feeling them stiffen and lengthen, the same way my cock was swelling. "Forget the screwdriver" she murmured, unzipping my pants. "This thing here is what we need, sweetie. Let's see how it works." She held my dick in one hand and ran her tongue around the end of it. It was already stiff and she took her time making it even harder. She took long, slow gulps, each time sucking me deeper, until her lips grazed the base of my balls and my cock was way down in her throat. I was about to come when she slowed down abruptly, lay back, flopped her legs apart and said "It's my turn now." I knelt down and buried my face between her legs. Her bush was a dark smudge above her pussy, neatly trimmed. She pushed her ass upward and presented her sex to my mouth. She told me where to lick and how to lick and how fast and how hard and I was happy to follow her directions. She tasted good. I felt her hands on my head now, moving me to the beat of her need. "Yeah, right there, yes, yes, yes, right around my clit, oh yeah, yeah!" She started moaning and yelping, bucking and pumping. I struggled to keep up. She was getting off now. She asked me to slow down, and then just to stop. We moved to the bed to fuck. Sherry lay down and I got between her legs, with my cock sticking straight out. Her pussy lips were parted and wet from my tongue, looking to me like an exotic flower from the rain forest. I put the head of my cock there and she held it with her hand, moving it up and down, massaging her clit and her pussy lips with the head. She used my cock like a toy, her face glowing with the pleasure of it, getting off again. I'd never been with a woman so focused on getting what she wanted, and in the process giving me what I needed. Finally Sherry let me inside her, into the hot, firm grasp of her vagina, and I fucked her as if she were my soul mate, this woman I had met not two hours before. Her hands were all over my head, back, my ass, and I was touching her breasts and her ass and her legs, feeling the heat of her skin and the firmness of her muscles as we fucked. At the end she relaxed under me so that her pussy became as soft and slick as melted butter and when I started coming she breathed encouragement into my ear, telling me to "Let it go, baby, give me your seed, gimme your come, pump me full!" I let it go. We rested a bit, we smoked some more, we blew each other and we fucked again. She sucked my cock eagerly, and when I licked her pussy the taste and smell of our come in my mouth and nose made me hot to fuck her again. I had my evening shift at work to go to. I asked if I could see her again. "Well, just come back here when your shift is done, you can sleep here. You know where the bed is, right? Door will be open." Our parting kiss had me wishing I wasn't going to work but looking forward to what waited for me. I drove to work. I did my eight hours, thinking about the way my cock felt going in and out of her cunt, and how this being Thursday I might be pretty happy all weekend. I couldn't believe what had just transpired. Along about 2 AM I was punching out my time card and driving back to Echo Park, just 20 minutes away. The same parking space waited for me. The moon was out, and at the top of the stairs I had to pinch myself, was this really happening? I reached for the door, and it turned easily. I went in, getting my eyes accustomed to the dark. I heard her move, saw her tanned form against the sheets. "What kept you, I've been up waiting. C'mere, come to bed." I had my clothes off and got on the bed beside her. Sherry's arms went around my neck and her legs parted as she straddled my torso, pushing me down on my back. I was already getting hard. She took me in hand and pushed my cock inside her and settled herself down on me. I could see her smiling, and the light glinting in her eyes, and the shape of her boobs as they bounced on the down stroke. She fucked me long and slow, kept me on the edge of coming but never quite getting there, each time she beat me to it. She had my nuts blue and tight. Finally she let me get on top of her. I screwed her like a beast would and I came again and it felt great. I spent a long weekend moving my stuff to my new place. Every time I brought a car load she would wait for me to carry it all up, and then she'd be at her door, wearing very little or nothing, postponing my next trip with more grass and sex. In the evenings, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, she worked. I found out she was a dancer, as she had said, an exotic dancer. She was a stripper. She'd work until 2AM and head home. Early in the morning I could see her lights go on and in a half hour I'd tap on her door and we'd start again. Then, early Monday morning, as we got stoned for the fourth time, she told me that she actually had a boyfriend whom she'd had a fight with this last week. They'd stopped talking, but he'd called her on Sunday at her work, but now it seemed they might be making up their differences. She said they'd sort of talked and agreed that the whole thing between them was a big misunderstanding. This news sank in to my stoned mind slowly, as I added up the score and calculated the consequences of what might next happen. "So, I probably shouldn't be around here after tonight..." It was a case of revenge sex. She nodded, gravely, not smiling and looking actually a little sad. "You won't be introducing me to him, either." She suppressed a giggle. "So, Sherry, uh, just how soon is your boyfriend going to show up here? I definitely want to be gone." I was getting just a little nervous. "Did he like, live here with you?" I hadn't seen any evidence of a boyfriend or husband but then, I had not been looking very closely, since my attention was sort of elsewhere. Sherry took a deep drag on the joint she was holding, and then handed it to me. She held the toke. I took a puff, sucking the smoke in to my lungs, deciding that getting the crap beaten out of me by a jealous boyfriend would be less unpleasant if I was high than if I was straight. Sherry said carefully, looking in to my eyes with great sincerity and concern, "He should be here in the morning. Maybe around 7." On one of the few occasions in my life where all indications suggested I should act with discretion, I decided I might be better off leaving at that moment, giving myself at least 3 or 4 hours of time to build an alternative plan that did not involve running half naked into the street or hiding under a bush. I put my clothes on carefully, making sure that I left nothing behind that might signal my presence, all the while trying to gage the sort of impression I was making on my companion. I sure as hell could not afford to have her pissed off. Straightening my belt and smoothing my hair, I knelt down beside her where she perched nake on the edge of the couch. She seemed genuinely troubled. "Sherry, I am so glad you are getting back together with your boyfriend. It takes a lot to make things work out and I really want you to be happy. I hope that you don't harbor any ill feeling toward me. I mean, that you don't feel like I took advantage of you. I really didn't know, until you told me just now, that you HAD a boyfriend." "Oh, I'll be fine. Thank you, you're sweet. I'm just sad 'cause, what we've been doing has been a lot of fun. And now that Bill has come back, well, it's not going to be the same. The sex I mean." She trailed off. "Sherry, you are fantastic, you're like a sex goddess, a dream come true. I'm just some guy you met. Bill must be pretty damn special." "He is. It's just that he's a lot bigger, down there, and sometimes it hurts when he fucks me. Your thing is just the right size, and I had a lot of fun with you. Plus you don't tell me what to do." I gave her hand a little squeeze, patted her knee and stood up. She saw me to the door but this time we didn't kiss. She and I both just wanted to get me the hell out of there. I went up the stairs to my new place where everything was still in boxes. I found a towel and some fresh clothes. A little later, showered and changed, I made my way very quietly down to the street. My car was parked a little way down this time. In 20 minutes I was at an all night diner keeping my eyes on my coffee. Maybe I could just abandon my stuff and leave town now. Later that week I met the boyfriend. He was coming up the steps as I was leaving my place. He looked at me in an odd way but I just smiled, said "Howdy" and kept going. When the month was up I moved up north.