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Bimbo Drive
Date: 3/6/2024, Categories: Fiction Drug, Erotica Prostitution, Voyeurism Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com
- Long ago, I decided that success in business was much more important than dating or family. My decision paid off in a big way. My startup was a bigger hit than I dared to dream, and a huge conglomerate offered me an obscene amount of money for it. After I sold my company and retired at the ripe old age of 32, the next day was even more unusual. I woke up at 5:58, two minutes before the alarm went off. I shaved, showered, and put a suit on as usual. I picked up my wallet and keys and got to the garage before I realized I didn’t need to hurry to the office. I didn’t work anymore. I had a quarter billion dollars, and plenty of time to do anything I wanted. I filled and started the coffee maker. I enjoyed the nice coffee aroma while making toast and an omelet. I watched the birds out the window while I ate a nice breakfast, for a change. I wouldn’t need to look good for any meetings, so I took off my tie. I watched the morning news, then put a load of laundry in the washer. I cleaned up a small coffee spill and washed the few dishes in the kitchen sink. I looked around but found no other chores waiting. Maybe I could call one of the ladies I used to do business with and invite her to dinner. But no, she’d be at work. I hadn’t been bored in a long time and hated it. I thought about what to make for supper and realized it wouldn’t be supper time for half a day. I looked at my watch for at least the fifth time. It was only 10 am and I was starting to lose my mind ...
... already! The doorbell rang. I thought, ‘Great! Something to do!’ When I opened the front door a cab drove off. A pretty platinum-blonde held a mostly empty bottle of champagne. Despite the cool weather, the college-aged hottie only wore a white bikini, white high heels, and a leather jacket. I saw the shape of her camel toe and smelled the alcohol from two steps away. She asked, “Ish this HIC! Ish this ah...” She stared at a business card a moment. “Ish this 6902 Bimbo Drive? I’m here for ... HIC! ... here to do a porno.” I told her, “This is 9602 BIMINI Drive.” “Oh. Can you fuck me and record it while I sleep? HIC!” She leaned on the wall and began to snore. She fell and I caught her, then carried her to the living room. She woke and took her jacket off when I laid her on the couch. She slurred several more words, saying, “Pornsh better naked. Get doshe pantsh off. HIC!” She reached for my zipper and passed out again. I hadn’t had a drink in years, but since I wasn’t going anywhere, I drank the last of the champagne as I stared at her. She had smooth long legs, a flat belly, and several blonde pubic hairs protruded from the edges of her panties. A nipple stuck out of one of the bikini’s cups and moved a little as she snored. Once I got over the surprise, I wondered who she was and why she was there, other than the obvious. “Hey, wake up.” I touched her ankle lightly, then shook her lower leg a little. “Wake up.” I shook her arm a bit and then touched her ...