Bimbo Bedroom Ch. 01: Bar Surprise

How could he not notice her, with those boobs? It seemed the world revolved around them, the pair of them being the center of gravity in the whole universe.

Of course he looked at her.

Everyone would, and everyone in the bar did. Even the husbands and boyfriends going out with their partners stared at the breathtaking sight which had just appeared in the room.

Aged 25, Kieran was more accustomed to looking at sexy women than engaging with them. His right hand was his best friend. Usually, the sexy ones ended up with the tall, handsome, muscular boys who worked in finance. Was it the money? Or just the self-confidence they had in huge amounts, which Kieran had always lacked?

He had scored a couple of times, but afterwards he felt it was more out of pity than because they liked him. Or maybe he just looked like easy prey for a horny girl, who didn't want to be rejected?

Kieran acknowledged defeat, and turned around, ordering another beer. He heard the clicking of heels grow larger and the sexbomb coming closer.

Then it stopped. He looked sideways, and started straight into her giant boobs as she leaned over the counter.

His dick grew larger in his pants.

"I'll have what he's having," she said to the bartender and pointed a finger with perfectly manicured hot pink nail polish at him.

"Do you mind," she asked, and sat down before he could answer. The beers arrived before he had uttered a single syllable. He was still speechless when she lifted the bottled and gave him a bright smile.

"Cheers!"

Their bottles met and made a large clanking sound. Everyone in the bar noticed who she had sat down with.

"So... What's your name," she asked in an enticing manner.

Blood rushed through his head, and he could only stammer:

"I'm Kieran. And you?"

Her smile widened, and an avalanche of words shot at him.

"Oh, what a sweet name. As sweet as you look, honey. I'm Katy!"

Kieran had never thought of himself as sweet. Or cute. Or hot. Or any other synonyms in that realm. He was tall and lanky with zero to none muscles. He looked quite pathetic, he used to think of himself.

Now things had changed.

"Thank you, Katy. What are you up to tonight," he asked as he tried to engage in a conversation.

She surely noticed how his eyes didn't meet hers, but stopped below the neck.

She leaned across and whispered into his right ear.

"I'm so horny, and you are exactly what I've been looking for. I really didn't want any beers at all. Why don't you take my hand, and come home with me?

This was beyond Kieran's wildest imagination. He sat his beer down, puffed out his small chest a little bit and answered with all the manliness he could gather.

"Of course, Katy."

Even before he had finished the sentence, a stern look came across her eyes. The determination was palpable. She sat down her beer as well, slid down from the barstool and grabbed his hand.

"Come with me, we'll take a cab."

He grabbed her hand and followed her out from the bar. She got a taxi and they jumped into the backseat.

"Take me home, baby. 500 Bedlam Street. And keep your eyes on the road!" she said as she giggled.

Their eyes met again, and they were as horny as anything he had seen in all those poorly acted porn videos.

She leaned in closer again. Yet another ear-whispering sentence:

"Hands off until we get home, honey. I'll surely pay it back to you when we hit the bedroom."

The drive went faster than he could've imagined. His dick grew larger for every yard they drove, and the bulge was hard to hide in his tight beige chinos.

10 minutes later they had arrived at her house. It looked like a big mansion. Surely, it must have been hard to pay for - if she lived alone.

As she opened the door, it was as she had read his mind.

"I know what you're thinking. And yes, I do live alone. I was so lucky to inherit a large amount of money from my grandmother some years ago."

The hall was large and the living room even larger. A fireplace, a large blue leather sofa and a massive dining table. She was still holding his hand, guiding him down the hallway towards a light blue door.

Kieran wondered what was inside all the rooms they passed by. Not to mention the second floor.

After opening the door, Kieran got a quick glimpse of the bedroom, which had no windows. Three of the walls had closets with sliding doors. At the fourth, a large bed in pink, with pink pillows and pink bed sheets took up most of the space.

He heard a click as she locked the door behind him.

"One can never be too safe, darling. At least when we're up to some serious stuff in here soon." she said, as he once again though she could read his mind.

"Now I want you to take off all your clothes and lie down on the bed."

Kieran had never undressed so fast in his life. He lay down and heard her move.

Then he felt her mouth around his rock-hard cock. She used her tongue well, teased him, licked him and spat on him. She started to suck him, and he heard gag noises.

Then her mouth disappeared, before she laid down on him. Her boobs were fluffy and seemed to bury his head. She sat down on him and started rocking back and forth.

Her moaning grew louder, contrasting Kieran's low-pitched grunting. She upped the tempo, her voice went into a high pitch and she came.

She came as nothing Kieran had ever heard before. The shriek was wild, horny, lusty. Kieran was at the edge and burst over it and into her. She held him tight and panted heavily.

"I guess you don't have to say much when you react like that. I make enough sound for the two of us. It takes so much effort that I only manage once a day. But I am ready tomorrow," she said and giggled.