I was in college, and working the night shift as a taxi driver.

The town was just a little west of LA, I went on duty at 4pm, and was supposed to get off at 11 or 12. But I was in this for the money, and driving a taxi in a party town, you make a lot more if you stay out until bar call, which was 2am. One service we provided was picking up alcohol at various liquour stores and delivering it to parties. We'd buy the specified booze, take it to the party, get reimbursed for the booze and get cab fare, and whatever tip was offered.

Usually, this was a pretty good run for the cabbie, everyone was eager for the booze to arrive. So one evening, about 10 pm, I get a call from the dispatcher to pick up two bottles of sloe gin and take to this house in the foothills...808 Mountain Laurel Drive not the real address. I picked up the booze, and made my way up the hill to the address. When I got there, it was a one-story apartment building, and all the lights were out in every apartment except one. Figuring that had to be the one couldn't read the apartment numbers, I knocked on the wooden screen door, which was not locked.

Through the door I could see a living room, well lit and a bar at the back of the room.

There was also a door that led to a room in the back of the apartment, and another that led to a room to the right of the living room. After a couple of minutes, a young, slender blonde girl came running out of the room on the right.

She immediately turned and headed toward the back room. She had absolutely nothing on. I figured ok, this is great, I got a view, and she's headed to the back to get into some clothes. A couple of more minutes went by, and she came out of the back, striding purposefully to the door I was at. She was holding a checkbook, and still completely naked. She was making no effort at all to cover herself. She had excellent firm breasts, very proportionate, not too big, not too little. A really great figure. She opened the door for me, said "come on in", and walked in front of me to the bar. Nice butt, too. She then turned around and asked "how much?" I gave her the amount as close as I could remember... height16 src"http:graphics.pop6imagescommonchatsmiliessmile.

gif" width16> , and she opened up her checkbook. Since the checkbook itself made a poor writing platform, she turned around, bent over and picked up a folding chair laying on the floor. She opened it, and, facing me again, propped her right leg up on the chair seat, and wrote the check on her knee.

She was wide open to me, and seemingly un-self-conscious about her nudity. Me, I was enjoying the view...apparently a little too much, because she looked up at me and said something like...

"I really should put something on." Now the English language is a friend of mine, and I pride myself on my vocabulary skills, but at the moment all I could think to say was...

"That's all right, ma'am, you don't have to get dressed for me." I took the check she offered, took one last look she grinned, I must have sighed, and let her show me out.

Epilogue: A few weeks later, a new cabbie was working the swing shift, and came around asking several of us if we'd delivered two bottles of sloe gin to Mountain Laurel Road a few weeks ago. Seems he was in the bedroom on the right while she wrote the check, and had been watching. She'd gotten off on the nudity in front of a stranger thing, and wanted the stranger to come back and be part of a threesome.