It started like any adventure starts. I was in LA on business, business that I had finished with after one day of my week-long trip. I found myself with nothing to do except spend time on the beach and explore the city. It was my first visit to Los Angeles and I had expected to see celebrities everywhere, but that is just another Hollywood myth since I didn't see anyone I recognized until day three.
I had found a beach bar near my hotel and was spending time there every day. It was a nice place, right off Venice beach where some of the most beautiful girls spent their days. There were all kinds of people at the bar and they all were there just to have a good time. That's where I met her.
I had taken a seat at the bar when a woman sat down next to me to get a drink. I recognized her voice and couldn't stop myself from looking. I had no plan, no ideas, nothing but a confused smile on my face. She caught me staring at her and looked straight back. "Can I help you?" she asked with an annoyed look.
"No, I-" I fumbled, "You're India Summer."
"Yes, I am," She smiled, "Sorry, I thought you were one of creeps who say 'peoplewatching' is an excuse to stare at women."
"No, I'm not like that. I'm not even from around here. I'm Ryan, by the way," I replied.
"Nice to meet you Ryan. So you're out on business, I know the feeling."
"I've got a week here, so I might as well enjoy myself."
She smiled and took a sip of her drink, which appeared to be Scotch. "So you know who I am. What have you seen?" She asked.
"A few movies, but that was a long time ago," I said.
"Just taking a break or did you have a real reason?"
"I had a reason," I said, "I had a girlfriend."
"Then why are you talking to me?" She asked.
"We were together for a long time and it was great," I replied, "Then things got stale and she left."
"Sorry, it sounded nice,"
"It was, but if we hadn't broken up, I wouldn't have agreed to come out here and I wouldn't have met you. I guess sometimes you just take what you're dealt and try to beat the house."
"I can drink to that," She said. She shot back her Scotch as I downed my beer. I bought us another round and we continued talking. I still couldn't believe how lucky I was to meet her.
"So," India said, "We met at a bar, you're single, I'm single, you bought me a drink, so do you want to go home with me?"
"My hotel's not the best, but it's not far," I said.
"Or," She said, leaning in closer, "We could go to one of the houses we use to film. I have a key to one of the best houses."
"Then let's get a cab," I replied.
Once we were in the cab, India wasted no time and started kissing my neck. I ran my hand up her leg and I heard her moan against my neck. She had on a tight blue dress with no back and, as I discovered, no underwear. When we reached the house, night had fallen and the city was lit up. Even though India was practically begging for me, I had to stop and look at the view before I went inside.
The house wasn't one I had seen before, but it was still very nice. India brought me to one of the bedrooms and pulled me down on top of her on the bed. I kissed her neck and slowly moved down to her chest. India unbuttoned my shirt and stood up to pull off her dress. She slid the dress off slowly and unhooked her bra. "Don't act so surprised," She said as she knelt down in front of me and reached for my belt.
India pulled out my cock and started sucking it. She used her tongue to tease me until I was hard, then she took as much as she could. I put one hand on her head and pushed her down farther. She smiled as she went farther down my shaft and went so far she gagged and pulled my cock out. "God, you're huge," India said as she continued sucking.
