I had started a new job working as a driver for a production company in Hollywood, or as the locals referred to it: Hollywierd!

Due to all the union rules, any vehicle driven on or around the set had to be driven by a union driver. That's where this story begins.

I'm nothing special to look at. Being 50 years old and having turned gray in my 20's, I looked like the kindly old grandpa. I didn't meet strangers and was friendly with everyone. I also loved to flirt and tease, doing what I could to make someone smile. This was especially true when it came to females.

On the set of a movie starring a popular actress, I had relegated myself to moving trucks when needed. The call came in on a Thursday morning that they needed me to drive to Washington state. I didn't ask what I was supposed to drive, or if I would be alone. The surprise started there.

"Rick, this one is a little special. Actually, you were requested. One of the actresses on the set needs to go home and doesn't want to fly. Take the motor home she's been using for a dressing room and drive her home."

"Me? Requested? Who is it and why me?"

The coordinator looked at the name. "Andra Nechita. She's one of the students in the film. She said you've talked some on the set, and she feels comfortable with you. Do you have a problem with it?"

I thought for a few seconds, remembering some of the light conversations we had enjoyed. She was from Romania, had brown hair that fell below her shoulders, hazel eyes and a beautiful smile. Her personality was friendly and bubbly. I had enjoyed talking with her and learning about her native country. There were no (at that time) ulterior motives, although I did enjoy some fantasies after our talks when I was alone.

"I don't have a problem with it all. What time do we leave?"

He gave me all the particulars and I went to find my passenger. We were set to leave as soon as possible. Her family would expect her Friday evening or Saturday morning at the latest. I found her waiting at the motor home.

First let me explain that on most of the sets, motor homes are rented from local dealers for the duration of the shoots. These are usually NICE coaches that are later sold at a discount. The shoots may last for up to 9 months. They are all self-contained, meaning they have generators for power and holding tanks for water and the, well, the used stuff. There is also propane for cooking and heating.

Andra was waiting for me. Some of the other union guys had done their job and disconnected all the hoses and cables, leaving the generator running to power the air conditioning. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, her feet bare. Her skin had a beautiful olive glow, and I had not seen her in shorts before. Her legs were slender, but well-defined. She probably played soccer or some other sport I thought.

"Hi, Andra!" I said when she opened the door. "You ready for a little road trip?"

"Hi, Mr. Ricky! Come on in. I can't wait. I haven't been home in a while, and the director said we wouldn't be shooting anything I need to be in until the middle of next week. I hope you didn't have plans and don't mind driving me." A big smile revealed perfect white teeth.

"No way! You know I like talking to you. This will give us a chance to talk without having to be quiet for them to shoot."

She giggled and stepped back as I moved towards the driver's seat. I entered the final address into my GPS and buckled in. She fastened her belt in the other seat and away we went.

She hadn't been in southern California very long, so we drove up the coastal highway. The view and the weather were both perfect, and we were both fully relaxed as our conversation changed from one subject to another. She told me more about Romania and I told her about the U.S., including my native Texas.

We had been on the road for 3 hours before we realized it, and stopped for something to eat. She chose a popular fast-food place and I pulled the coach into the parking lot. She slipped into a pair of flip-flops and we went inside to enjoy our meal.

Less than an hour later, we were back on the road. I was having trouble keeping my eyes on the road. Andra's smile was contagious, and her legs were something to behold. Her toenails were painted a dark red, and she had her feet propped on the dash. I loved hearing her talk.

Around 5 that afternoon, I asked her if she had any clue how far she wanted to drive for the day. She asked what was close that we could see. I told her there was probably some RV parks with views of the ocean. She told me to find one.

Thirty minutes later, we were parked in a spot overlooking the Pacific. I made the connections (I could do that away from the set) and we were settling in. I pulled some lawn chairs out of the storage bins and we sat to watch the sun go down over the ocean. It was a pleasant ending to a long day. I would have been hard pressed to find better company.

Now, I know there are some of you reading this who are wondering when I'm getting to the sex part. Hang on, I'm almost there.

As the sun went down, so did the temperatures. It became pretty chilly, so we went inside. Plans were made for sleeping. Andra would take the bed in the back, and I would sleep on the sofa. After a little TV, she said she was going to take a shower.

I'll admit, I had been thinking of her all day. The small breast bumps on her barely teen chest, the tight fitting shorts that showed her perfect little ass, and those legs! Perfect, tanned and all the way down to end in perfect feet. Topping it off was a beautiful smile. Now, she was a few feet away, totally nude in the shower.

I knew that if I committed any of the acts that were running through my head, I would take a chance on making myself a new girl friend for someone named "Bubba" in a correctional facility. I heard the shower stop and turned the thoughts off. At least, until she walked back into the room.

Andra was wearing her pajamas, which consisted of a short sleeved cotton t-shirt style top with matching bottoms. They were a deep blue and fit well. I excused myself for a shower and took care of a rising problem.

Once finished, I returned to the living area in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. She was sitting on the sofa, one leg propped on the edge. I could see no panties visible in the open leg of her shorts, and they were stretched across a plump pussy mound. The rising problem started to show itself again.

Andra said she was tired, and was going to bed. She gave me a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and wiggled her cute little butt as she went down the hallway. I made my bed on the sofa, and tried not to think of the nubile teen a mere 20 feet away.

Shortly after I dozed off to sleep, I woke to a storm that had blown in from the ocean. Next came a very terrified Andra into my bed, under the covers.

"I'm scared, Ricky. I HATE storms!" she told me as she crawled into my bed. Oh, by the way, did I mention I sleep in the nude?

"Andra, it's only a storm," I tried to console her. Not gonna happen. My problem started to rise again. My arms went around this quivering pile of nubile female flesh and she became calmer. That's when she realized the small amount of her bare skin was contacting ALL of my bare skin.

"Oh, Ricky, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have, I mean, I didn't, I mean, oh, I'm not sure what I mean. I better go" she stammered as she tried to get up. This time, I wasn't having any part of that.

"Andra, you're scared. It's OK," I whispered. I held her tightly, and loved the feel of her body against me. "You can stay here as long as you need to. I just hope you realize that I'm nude under here."

"I'm sorry, Ricky. I didn't think. It's just that, well, I've always hated storms." She was still shaking, but not as badly. She was, however, still stuck to my side, one bare leg draped over mine in an attempt to get as close as possible. One arm was across my stomach, hugging me.

"Andra, this is what I shouldn't have to say, but I will. This is something that stays between us. Lots of people will not think kindly of me laying here nude holding you."

"I understand. I won't tell anyone, I promise," she whispered. I kissed the top of her head, the smell of her shampoo still as intoxicating as it was earlier. My cock was now at full strength and just a couple of inches below her bare arm. I just knew she could feel the heat.

"Thank you for holding me, Ricky. And thank you for being so nice to me on the set. I've always wanted to be an actress, but most of the people here don't care about who I am as a person. They just want me to do the scene and go away. You have been a good friend on the set. That's one of the reasons I asked for you to drive me."

"And the other reason?" I asked.

"I was hoping you might, um, maybe, um, like me?" she whispered.

"Andra, you realize I'm old enough to be your father, maybe even grandfather?"

"I know, but I don't care. In my country, there aren't the same restrictions you have here. Age doesn't matter and people love who they want to love. My parents have told me stories about their lives there. I came here just a couple of years ago, so I've seen some of it myself. My best friend back there was engaged to a 40 year old man."

I understood more now. I also still knew how much trouble I could get into. The least of that trouble would include the loss of my job, which I enjoyed very much.

"Andra," I began as I started to lose control of my senses and softly caress her smooth skin. "I loved talking to you the first time I saw you. I loved your smile, your personality, and the fact that you would give the time of day to an old guy like me.

"Right now, I can think of nowhere else I would rather be than right here, holding you."

She looked up at me, those hazel eyes glistening in the dim light. Her lips were parted, and I met them with my own. She responded with passion that betrayed her youth. Her bare leg swept over my body, brushing against my erection.

As our tongues danced, my hands moved over her body and under the simple cotton shirt. She moaned into my mouth as I touched places that, in my mind, had never been touched by the hands of a male before.

Her right hand moved down my body, and her leg was replaced by her slender hand. Now it was my turn to moan. She pulled back from the kiss and looked up at me, her hand still grasping my cock.

"I think we might have more room in my bed, Ricky," she whispered softly. "Please?"

She slid from the covers, and I followed, thinking this would be my last night in the free world. We entered her bedroom and I stopped her, pulling her shirt over her head from behind. Once that was on the floor, I pushed her shorts down. They fell and she stepped out of them as I reached around her and massaged her small breasts while I kissed the smooth skin of her neck.

"Ohhh, Ricky, that makes me tingle," she purred.

I gently eased her to the bed, looking for the first time, at her delicious ass. There was just enough light coming in that I could see it was as perfectly shaped and toned as I had imagined. She crawled across the bed and I followed like a little puppy.

Once she lay down, I moved over her. More kissing on her neck, working my way down to her breasts. With her laying on her back, her breasts were barely more than swells topped with eraser-sized nipples. Those nipples were extremely sensitive. The first one that I sucked across my teeth brought another moan and her head on my head pulling me tighter to her chest.

If she likes this, I was thinking, she will LOVE what happens next. I worked my way down and slid between her legs with my body. She knew where I was going, and spread her legs wider. I didn't disappoint her (or me) when I tasted her slit.

She gasped, I licked, my hands moving under her ass to cup it, while my thumbs spread those tasty lips. My tongue went from clit to hole and back, lapping her juices like the tasty milk it was to me. When I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth again, she wrapped her legs around my shoulders and pulled me tighter.

"YESSSSSS!!! OHHHHHHHH!!!" her hips rocked up and down as her climax swept over her. I let her calm enough to relax her legs and moved back up. My cock was rock hard and ready, she was wet and nothing (not even Bubba) could prevent me from going where I wanted to be.

As the tip of my cock pushed her pussy lips apart, those toned legs wrapped around me once more. Her hands were on my shoulders and those hazel eyes locked onto mine.

"I'm still a virgin, Ricky, but my hymen is gone. I did gymnastics and tore it a couple of years ago. Believe me though, I've never been with a guy."

I hesitated only a moment before pushing forward. Her pussy was like a velvet glove as it gripped my cock, the first cock she would have. I could feel it stretch the more I pushed inside. She was moaning and gasping. I asked if I was hurting her and she shook her head "no." Her legs pulled me deeper into her, her hips rising up to meet my thrusts.

She was moaning louder, I was moaning with each thrust. Leaning down, I kissed my new lover deeply and she returned it with passion. I could feel my orgasm building, and from the way she was gripping me, she was nearing her second.

I raised up, looked into those intoxicating hazel eyes, and whispered I was almost ready. She looked concerned, and I had an idea why. I would explain later. Right now, I was ready to fill her womb with my seed. The speed of my thrusts increased. She matched me. My balls erupted through my cock and I came harder than I could remember. The spray of my seed into her no-longer-virgin pussy sent her over. The storm was forgotten.

Once we relaxed, and I lay over her, my cock still semi-erect inside her, she asked me about getting pregnant. When I told her that I had a vasectomy years ago, she was relieved. "Does that mean we can do it again?" she asked with a grin.

"We aren't due to meet your parents until tomorrow night or the next morning. We can always tell them we were delayed by the storm," I told her.

"And I can always call them and tell them plans changed and I have to go back to the set. They would buy that," she replied with a mischievous grin.

As my erection started to grow, I started moving in and out again. "Teach me stuff, Ricky," she purred as she moved with me. This was turning out to be a great weekend.

More to follow.