1. Well, I Got Busted


    Date: 11/25/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: AlexForemen, Source: LushStories

    I’d often stop for a few drinks at a trendy restaurant and lounge called, The Place . It was also the place to meet hot women and get laid. Their drinks were expensive and they had a strict dress code; that combo kept the place classy. It was Tuesday night and I worked until nine. I was twenty-eight at the time. Shortly after I walked in, I spotted this super hot woman sitting at the bar. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, with a huge set of boobs. I walked her way, wanting to get a better look at her. She looked so hot, I thought my eyes were deceiving me. The closer I got, the hotter she looked! Let me describe her for you - I’d say she was about 5’4”, maybe 130 pounds, with curves in all the right places. Her hair was strawberry blonde, she had a very light complexion, and she wasn't wearing much make-up. She didn't need it. She was a natural beauty. I’d be remiss if I didn't tell you how she was dressed. She wore a simple white silk blouse, and she’d left the top three buttons unbuttoned. Also, because she wasn’t wearing a bra, a lot of cleavage was showing. She picked a short red skirt to wear that night, and it totally accentuated her fabulous bare legs, along with her red high heel shoes. Perfect! I can’t begin to guess what size her boobs were, other than humongous. Stunned by her appearance, I must have mouthed, “Holy Shit.” Well, I got busted. I was now standing within a couple of feet from her, and she stopped me. Then, in a sarcastic tone she said, “Holy Shit ...
    what?” I smiled and said, “Holy Shit. You have such beautiful eyes!” She laughed, “Right! It’s because I have big tits; I get that a lot.” I decided to play along with her, “Oh wow, I didn't notice. But now that you mention it, you certainly do. Lucky you!” Then I added, “Too bad I’m powerless over big tits, because yours would make my life unmanageable.” She came back with, “Okay hot-shot, what color are my eyes?” I quickly answered, “Hazel.” She said, “You’re good. What’s your name?” “Alex. And yours?” “It’s Liza, with a Z." “Well hello Liza with a Z! I hope you have a lot of fun tonight!” When I started to walk away, and she quickly grabbed my arm, “Where do you think you’re going, Alex with an X?” “I was going to find a seat, and order a drink with a D. Nice talking to you Liza with a Z.” I tried to take another step, but she wouldn't let go of my arm. “Alex with an X, I like your style. I’m here with a couple of girlfriends, but I’m not sure where they are. Can I buy you a drink?” I said, “Sure, as long as I can buy you one.” Since both seats next to her were taken, and I knew the bartender well, John found us a couple of seats where the lights were low. Then he set us up with fresh drinks. For the next hour or so, we talked about a little bit of everything. I’d say it was around eleven when her friends appeared. They were ready to go. Liza informed her friends she wanted to stay, so I offered to take her home. It wasn't long after Liza’s friends left, that the bar seemed ...
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