The One Big Lie a Big-Breasted Blonde Told

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Just because I’m a big breasted blonde doesn’t mean that I’m stupid and I fall for lame pickup lines.

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” asked a guy at the traffic light as I crossed the road.

I rolled my eyes and carried on walking. I looked straight to avoid eye contact, but I saw from the corner of my eye guys staring at my chest. Some of them even puffed and shook their heads. It’s like their reactions gave me insight into their thoughts about what they would do to me if I gave them the time of day.

“I seem to have lost my number. Can I have yours?” asked a guy at the next block.

Before walking into the office, I went to the bathroom to check my hair. I was glad to see that it glistened and cascaded off my shoulders. My bulging chest tightened the white top, and the black skirt fit perfectly to reveal my curves. The heels heightened me by five centimetres. I smiled and headed for the office.

The same culprits turned to look at me as I walked in. I had no choice but to be friendly to them.

I stopped at the shop on my way home. As I stood on my toes to reach for the cereal, a hand landed on my shoulder. I flinched and gasped.

“Sorry to scare you. Just wanted to tell you that you’re so beautiful,” said some loser.

I gaped and shook my head while walking away. Talk about bad timing.

At home, I dumped the grocery bag onto the counter and slumped onto the sofa before puffing. There’s no way I can carry on like this. Next time, some stalker could follow me home and hurt me. And those pickup lines, yuk. I thought about buying a car to drive to work, but I enjoyed the walk as a fitness regimen.

I crossed the road and walked into a clothing store. After picking out an outfit, I went to try it on. “Perfect,” I said, looking at the mirror. The baggie, ripped jeans and check shirt made me look overweight, and the beanie hid my blonde hair. The thick glasses made me look geeky, and the All-Star sneakers completed the skater girl look.

I test drove my new look the following morning and smiled all the way to work. Not one catcall or stare for the entire three blocks. Must be my lucky day.

The culprits at the office frowned and looked at each other when I walked in. I compressed a laugh, and I couldn’t wait for five o’clock to try out my new look again.

I spun in my flat and looked at the mirror. “Isabelle, you look fantastic. You should’ve thought of this years ago.”

The same scenario played out for the rest of the week. Not being bothered felt like I had regained my freedom. I could look men in the eye on the street and not worry about them ogling. They were the first ones to look away.

On my way home on Monday afternoon, I saw a guy looking in my direction from the other side of the road. I thought that he saw somebody familiar around me, so I carried on walking. He scampered across the road and intersected my path.

“Excuse me,” he said.


“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to disturb you, but I had to let you know that you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. There was no way I could let this opportunity pass me by and let you go without telling you.”

I frowned as my lips curled. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, you look divine. I love your look. It’s so down-to-earth and refreshing.”

“That’s so sweet. I didn’t think anybody would see it that way.”

“By the way, I’m Noah,” he said before extending his hand.

I loved that name. It sounded so gentle and like he was some kind of a prophet who had a message that would enlighten me. That sounds crazy, but I really felt that way. I guess it didn’t hurt that he had curly, brown hair, stubble covering his pale face and an elegant coat that complemented his fit physique.


His smile was contagious and forced me to show my teeth. “Isabelle, you say? How delightful.” I loved his British accent and that he spoke like a character out of a Victorian play. “I’m sorry, Isabelle. Do forgive me for staring. I just can’t help myself.”

I smiled and looked down while feeling that my cheeks had flushed. “Not a problem.”

“Is there any way that I could grab your number and touch base with you? Nothing would make me more jolly than hearing your voice again.”


I put my number into his phone and gave it to him. His hand brushed mine, and our eyes locked. The sparkle in his eyes made me feel safe.

“I’m sorry. I do have to rush,” he said. “It was wonderful meeting you, Isabelle.”

I watched him cross the road and wished that he would turn around and wave. No such luck. I couldn’t stop thinking about our encounter on the way home, and I felt like it was something out of a fairy tale.

Can’t believe there’s somebody who doesn’t gawk at my breasts while talking to me and my simple look fascinates him. I checked my phone an hour later and saw messages only from friends. It’s fine. I’m sure he’ll call tomorrow. He didn’t.

My lips were tight, and I glared on my way to work. Who the hell does he think he is ignoring me?

While binge-watching at home with an ice cream tub, my phone rang. “Hello,” I said.

“Isabelle, it’s Noah. How are you?”


“I do apologise for not calling sooner. I’ve been here at the hospital looking after my sister.”

“Oh, what happened?”

“She has these terrible migraine attacks and checks into a hospital every couple of months. This time, it was really bad.”

“How long has she been there for?”

“Since the afternoon we met. I found out an hour before I ran into you, and I was actually on my way here when I saw you.”

Awww. That’s so sweet. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“She’s feeling better, and I thought, what better way to get my mind off things than to catch up with you?”

“I’d love to.”

“Great. I’m so looking forward to it.”

I stood in front of the mirror the following night and wondered about which outfit to wear. If Noah thinks he’s seen the best of me, he ain’t seen nothing yet. My blonde hair curled an

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Written by EroticaLust
Cargado September 19, 2021
Notes Isabelle is a big-breasted blonde who constantly attracts attention to her chest, but she's looking for someone who cares more about her personality. She meets Noah, an elegant man who takes a liking to Isabelle's new look.
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