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.
