I had just finished eating dinner with friends, and I was walking through a hotel lobby when I saw her. She was stunning, tall, blonde, and beautiful. I felt suddenly drawn to her. The way she carried herself seemed strong and confident. I couldn't stop staring at her long blonde hair, the curve of her hip, but mostly drawn by her huge, bouncing tits.
She was dressed very elegantly in a knee-length dark skirt with a light-colored sweater. The 'V' neckline showed a deep, soft cleavage that looked so soft and inviting that I wanted to crawl inside. Her breasts wiggled and shook so beautifully as she walked. Bright, clear blue eyes looked into mine, and she flashed me a warm smile as we passed by each other.
After a few steps, I couldn't help but turn to watch her; admiring her sexy, swinging walk as her round butt disappeared into the hotel bar. I was hooked. I couldn't let her go. Without any thought of why, I turned around and followed her into the bar. She was standing by herself, waiting to order a drink, and I had to keep myself from running to stand next to her.
When I got close, she leaned over the bar to give the bartender her drink order. I was almost stopped in my tracks by the sight of her hourglass shape. Her narrow waist seemed tiny compared to the wide flaring hips and plump round butt just below. As I stepped up beside her, I was even more amazed by the sight of the bar pushing her sweater flat against her stomach, accentuating the size of her breasts, as they hung pendulously over the bar.
The bartender was desperately trying to keep his eyes up on her face, and not down her blouse, but he was failing.
She chuckled at the flustered bartender, and sat down on a barstool. She turned towards me and our eyes connected again. She didn't seem at all surprised to see me standing there, staring stupidly at her. She motioned to the chair next to her, and without any thought, I sat down.
"Hello," she said with a smile, her voice warm and smooth like butter.
"Hi," I managed to choke out, in return.
Somehow, she was more beautiful, more intoxicating, more addicting the closer I got to her. I am not gay, but being this close to her I couldn't take my eyes off her. I wanted to taste her full soft lips, and exploring her unbelievable curves with only my eyes, somehow, wasn't enough. I wanted to put my hands on her supple skin. I wanted to wrap myself around her, to somehow crawl inside her cleavage to feel her warmth, to feel her loving caress and to return the same.
Being five foot five inches tall, I was not short, and having C-cup breasts, I was not flat, but standing next to this busty, gorgeous woman, I felt like a slug.
"Ma'am, would you like a drink?" the bartender interrupted, momentarily breaking the spell she had over me.
"Uh, yeah... white wine," I stumbled.
The beautiful woman turned to me. "You really should try one of these. They are quite good." Her beautiful blue eyes, again, connected with mine.
"Okay, I'll have what she's having," I said, not wanting to disappoint her.
She held out a smooth, dainty hand to me. "Katherine," she said.
I felt an electricity between us, as I reached out and took her hand.
"Patty," I replied.
She looked at me with disappointment.
"No no," she said, softly. "You are much too lovely to be a 'Patty'. What's your real name?" she asked, still holding my hand in hers. Her skin was soft and warm, and I didn't want her to ever let go.
"Oh, uh... Patricia..." I stumbled, feeling lost in her eyes.
"Yes, that's much better," she said with a smile, gently squeezing my hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Patricia."
I couldn't help but return her smile. No one called me that, except my mother, and then only when I was in trouble, but I liked my name on her lips. It gave me a warm feeling to hear her say it, and somehow, it made me feel pretty. I was sitting there again, smiling stupidly at her with no idea of what to say, but craving her attention.
"Anything else?" the bartender asked, suddenly appearing with my drink.
His question was directed to me, but his eyes kept sliding down to my new friend's top.
"I think we are fine, thank you," she replied, acting like she didn't notice his lurid glances.
He slowly sulked away, as if not wanting to quit looking at her, and honestly, I didn't blame him.
She was a captivating woman in many ways, and like the bartender, I found myself stealing glances at her when she wasn't looking. She made conversation with me, by asking why I was in this hotel, and if I was staying here.
I said, "No, I was just having dinner with friends in the restaurant." I told her it was very good and that she should try it.
As our conversation continued, the bartender continually made excuses to clear or straighten things on the bar right in front of us. Katherine always just seemed to smile and ignore it, but I'm certain she knew what was going on.
"Poor boy acts like he's never seen a pair of breasts before," she finally said, with a mischievous smile.
"Well, I would take it as a compliment," I said, with a wink. "I think they look spectacular."
We both giggled.
"Well, aren't you sweet," she said. Then she leaned closer, putting a hand on my thigh. "Maybe you'd like a closer look?" she whispered in my ear.
Surprised, I turned my head to look at her, but she didn't pull away. Suddenly, our noses were almost touching. I was drowning in her sparkling blue eyes, her intoxicating sweet smell filled my head, like flowers from heaven.
"I would love that." It came out of my mouth without even thinking.
She slowly leaned in close, and pressed her full lips against mine-- all too briefly, then leaned back and smiled devilishly at me. I was addicted, I wanted more. I leaned in, to try to kiss her again, but she only gave me a quick peck.
"Tease, I want more," I said, playfully, to her.
"Me, too, darling, but let's not cause a scene right here at the bar." She pulled her room key out of her pocket, and waved it at me. "Let's go upstairs."
Without replying, I jumped off the barstool, like a kid who had just heard the ice cream truck. She stood, and took my hand. We walked through the lobby and pressed the button for the elevator. It probably came quickly, but it didn't seem that way. It seemed like I stood there, holding her hand for hours, waiting to be carried to a magical place where we could be alone, and I could finally get my hands on her amazing body. My mind was spinning, I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do, as I had never really been with another woman before, but that didn't seem important right then.
When the doors finally opened, we waited politely for an older couple to step out, before getting on. My stomach was in knots with anticipation. The elevator doors seemed to stay open forever, and I felt as if we were in the spotlight-- as if everyone in the lobby knew what I was thinking. I mean how could you look at this gorgeous woman and not want to see her naked and put your hands all over her? I think we were both hoping that no one else would get on the elevator with us, because when the doors didn't close right away, finally Katherine pressed the 'close' button.
As soon as the doors closed, she stepped in front of me and pushed me against the back wall. She leaned in and pressed her body against me, her massive breasts pressing against mine. She put her full lips against mine, kissing me passionately, her soft tongue exploring my mouth. My hands shot out and found her thin waist, then slowly sliding down, I pulled her lower body against me as well.
I felt like I was on fire, the heat between us was so intense. She tasted wonderful and I moaned into her mouth. I think that turned her on more because she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me tighter. I ran my hand up and down her side, feeling the extreme curves of her waist and wide hips. It was so very sexy.
I knew it wasn't, but the elevator ride seemed to last only seconds before the door opened and dinged at our floor. We barely noticed and didn't stop kissing passionately. Then the doors closed and the elevator started moving again. I heard another someone loudly clearing their throat, as two businessmen had stepped into the elevator with us.
We were back down in the lobby!
They were trying politely not to stare at us. Kathrine stepped back and leaned against the back wall, shoulder to shoulder with me, both of us blushing a bright red. We rode in an uncomfortable silence up to their floor and as soon as they got off, we both busted out laughing. She quickly pressed the button for her floor. We continued laughing all the way to her hotel room door.
We stepped into her room and as soon as the door closed behind us, she slid her hand around my neck underneath my hair, and pulled my hungry mouth against hers. She kissed me hard and leaned against me, pushing my back against the door. I wrapped my arms around her, and roughly grabbed a handfuls of her fat ass. She squealed playfully and ground her hips against me. I pulled from her lips and kissed her beautiful face, then her cute small ears. I kissed down her long, sexy neck and along her collarbone before finally getting down to the tops of her amazing breasts.
She was softly moaning and panting, her hands gently caressing my body. One hand on my ass, pulling me against her, the other softly squeezing my breast. She seemed to know how I liked to be touched; she was getting me more and more turned on, until finally, she pulled away from me. She looked deeply into my eyes before taking my hand and leading me to the bed.
I reached up to unbutton my blouse, but she put her hands on mine, stopping me.
She leaned close. "No," she whispered, breathily, in my ear, as if someone else might hear. "You are so beautiful, I want to savor every inch of you. Please, may I?"
She leaned back and stared into my eyes, questioningly. It made me blush that the most gorgeous, sexy woman I had ever seen-- was telling me, I was beautiful. I was floored. I loved her. She was whispering things and treating me better than anyone ever had, and at that moment, I would have jumped off a building for her. Fighting back tears, I kissed her softly, then I nodded, stepping back and surrendering to her.
Her wonderful hands took a moment to gently caress my body before slowly unbuttoning the top button of my blouse. She softly kissed just above my breasts and along my collarbone. Then she opened the next button, and again gently kissed the freshly exposed skin, along the tops of my breasts and into my cleavage. Then, finally, along the edges of my bra. Another button and her hands began gently rubbing my back and butt, while she kissed the underside of my bra and across my quivering stomach. The anticipation was making me crazy. When there were no more buttons, she dragged her tongue across my stomach and down from my bra to the top of my pants, then slowly horizontal across my waist.
She ran her hands up my body, turned me around and took my top off. She unclasped my bra and slid her hands slowly around me, until she was cradling my full C-cup breasts gently in her hands. She kneaded them softly, her thumbs eventually finding my hard nipples, tracing small circles, rubbing and teasing them. Electric shocks shot through me, and I moaned loudly when she finally pinched them. She had me hotter than I thought I had ever been before.
