THE TIP TOP CLUB She was two feet taller then him Update: 27/10/1997 to misc3 I am 5'4" tall and, as some people would rightly guess, my height at times is a source of irritation to me. School was hell, dating was usually a horror, but I got by, with a modicum of trauma. Yes, I have the usual stories told by "vertically challenged" men. I can tell about the time the guys passed me around in the boys' locker room before finally putting me out in the hall with nothing but a jock strap; the time I was fixed up with a blind date by a friend, and how at 5'9", she towered over me, much to the mirth of friends and family. Every man my height has stories like this. We live in a world built for and run by tall people. I'm not complaining. I'm not bitter. I think I've done all right. I graduated college and got into hotel management. The people who worked with me and under me have usually treated me with respect. I attribute my success to knowing when to avoid a potentially dangerous situation; and there have been many. However, I'm writing about one time when fate took my hand and decided to test me. I went to the hotel one afternoon and checked the list of activities going on for the weekend. I was not thrilled to see a social organization called "THE TIP TOP CLUB" had booked a room for an event . The Tip Top Club is a social club for men over 6'4" and women over 5'11". It's a place for giant to meet giant without feeling uncomfortable. I know of a similar club for short people, but have never felt compelled to join. I watched them enter from a safe perch behind the front desk. It was a strange sight to see these enormous figures gliding into the lobby, heads over the other guests. One man came over, a hulking figure of 7'5"( he told me his height when asking mine. That's what people do to make me feel more comfortable. When they ask how short I am, they invariable feel compelled to tell me how tall they are.) He offered his hand to me and we shook, my own hand, with fingers splayed, wouldn't even match his palm. He and I spoke briefly, settling the final arrangements for the evening, and he departed. I thought to myself...Good, if I can just stay away from that area I should be fine. I then went about my business and forgot the giants' presence. Later that evening, as most of the revelers were leaving, and a few who had booked rooms in the hotel to stay over, were bidding them goodnight, I pressed the button for the elevator. I had to attend to a complaint on the tenth floor. I watched the numbers over the elevator and paid no attention to what was going on behind me. The doors opened and I stepped inside. As I turned around to press the floor, three women entered---all of amazonian proportions. Two were about 6'4" in height, but the third made me gape. She was easily over 7' tall. The three looked down at me and smiled politely. I gave them a professional response, pressed their floors for them and waited. The ride seemed to take forever. The women were quiet, but I could feel them looking at me, knowing they were wondering at my size. I heard one of them giggle and whisper something to the other. "He's cute," another whispered softly. Cute is a word all women use to describe a man who is 5'4". Cute is not the man you got to bed with. The door slid open and the amazons started to exit. The largest one nodded at me and made a motion to leave the elevator. As she did so, she accidentally stepped on my foot, causing me to let out a startled yelp. It might have been okay, except that she froze while still trapping me beneath her heel. The result was my pitching forward to bounce off her hard body and land on the floor, twisting my ankle. She stepped back and knelt down over me, making profound apologies, cursing herself for her own stupidity, and expressing concern over my discomfort. She reached out to help me up, slipping one arm around my back and instructing me to slip an arm around her neck. This would have been okay if we were two people of comparable size. But we weren't; she was at least two feet taller than me. As she stood up...and up.....and up...I felt my feet leaving the ground, dangling about her knee-level. The two other women saw our predicament and burst out laughing. My amazon hastily lowered me to the floor, but the pain to my ankle made me buckle again and she was forced to slip an arm under my legs and hold me like a child. The two other women were still laughing. "Why don't you guys go on. I'll help him," she said. Before they could respond the elevator door shut and the two of us were alone, she holding me against her without any effort. It was then that I was truly aware of her. I looked at her face and was struck by her beauty. Her eyes were brown, with heavy lashes and light brows. Her cheekbones were prominent. I was aware of her arms and sensed the surprising presence of muscle there, hidden beneath a loose frock. "Maybe you should put me down," I said. She nodded and blushed. I took in her smile and noted how beautiful she was. It wasn't the sort of beauty that graces a magazine cover, but rather it was the beauty that comes from strength and gentle goodwill. I could see right away she was a woman of contrasts: strength and gentleness, power and a coy manner She put me down, but as soon as she did my ankle gave way and I started falling again. She moved quickly and I could feel one large hand on my back while the other was moving toward my legs to scoop me up. As she pressed me against her I was aware how effortlessly she had acted. My arm was around her neck and I could feel her muscle warm and hard against my flesh. I was at once aware of her perfume, the sweetness of her breath, and the awareness of her ample bosom pressing pliantly against me. The elevator door opened and closed again. No one was there, but it alerted me to how this would be viewed if a member of my staff should happen by and see me cradled in the iron arms of this giantess. "I need to be let down," I said. "I can walk, I was just taken by surprise." "Are you sure? I could carry you to your office, or wherever. It's no problem I feel responsible. I need to make it up to you somehow." "No, really, I'm fine. I just need to walk it out." She lowered me once more and this time my ankle held, although the pain was horrible. I couldn't help grimacing. She saw my face and moaned, stepping forward to hug me. "I'm so sorry," she said, pressed me against her. I was pressed in her abdomen and was surprised how hard her stomach was. I looked up, but her face was lost to me. As I lifted my head upward, I brushed against her large breasts. I am a man, regardless of my height, and I responded as a man would respond. In that moment I was struck by lust. Size has never been something that has attracted me to women, but in that instant her size was an extention of her sexuality. My face became warm, my heart beat faster, and I felt myself become erect. She stepped back and looked down at me. "I want to pay you back for being so sweet about this," she said. "Let me give you my name and phone number and I'll take you out to dinner to show how sorry I am." I nodded and felt for a pen. When I was unable to produce one she said: "Come to my room for just a moment and I'll write it down for you." I agreed and we left the elevator. She walked ahead of me and I struggled to keep up, lurching down the hall as I favored my throbbing ankle. She stopped at her room and rummaged in her purse for a key. In a second she had the door open and turned the light on. "My name is Carol," she said, sitting on the bed and opening a drawer for a pen and a piece of paper. "And you?" "Adam." She patted the bed next to her and I sat down. Standing had been awkward, but sitting beside her was worse. I found myself sliding against her and looking up at her broad shoulder. She smiled at me, trying to show sympathy for my discomfort. "You must think I'm some kind of freak," she said suddenly. "here's this towering amazon who just about breaks your ankle and then rudely picks you up. I'm sorry, Adam. I'm sorry. I've had a few drinks and I'm talking too much and I'm not usually this much of an idiot." "You're not an idiot," I replied. "And I didn't mind being picked up." "God, you're a sweetie." She bent over to kiss me on the cheek, but the difference in our size made this impossible. She slid off the bed so that she was on her knees and then leaned forward to kiss me. What must have been intended as a platonic peck changed abruptly as our mouths met. Her lips were full and their taste exquisite. We kissed for a long time and while I enjoyed it, I worried at her earlier statement about her drinking and wondered how much of this was the alcohol in action. I gripped her arms and felt her biceps through her deceptive frock. She was enormous. Her arms were bulging with muscle, and for some reason that excited me. She pulled back and gently ran her finger along the side of my face. I wrapped my hand about her finger and studied the difference between our hands. Her middle finger was as long as my entire hand. I was going to say something. I was going to say something clever and interesting, or something brilliant; but before I could speak, she was kissing me again. I felt her hands move under my arms and soon I was being lifted with her kiss as she stood up. She held me like this for some time and then slowly lowered me against her body. "I know I'm drunk," she said, "but I want to make love to you. I love smaller men. When I saw you stepping into the elevator I was trying to think of an opening line to get your attention." She was on her knees again, and as she was speaking her large and heavy hands were gentle rubbing my thighs. She kissed me again and her hands moved from my thighs to gently rub against my throbbing penis. I kissed her back and hefted one of her large breasts . I could feel a prominent nipple pushing against her bra. She deftly undid my pants and drew down the zipper, freeing my swollen organ. Next to her hands it looked so small and for a minute I felt inadaquate.. However, Carol continued, softly stroking it , driving me crazy with sensation. She lowered her head and took me into her mouth, her lips easily passing over the whole of my shaft to press against my abdomen. No woman had ever swallowed me this way. She lightly drew back, using her tongue to draw out in friction. She continued ministering to me in this fashion while I moaned as I experienced an intensity never felt before. Carol abruptly stoppped and covered me with one hand. "I need to get more comfortable," she said. She stood up and quickly lifted the frock over her head. Underneath she was wearing bra and panties, which she removed likewise . What I had suspected was revealed to me now and I sucked in my breath at the sight of her. She was broad shouldered, with arms that were thickly sinewed. Her biceps were swollen and cut and her forearms looked like they were strung with cable. Her breasts were large and firm, with round dark nipples. Her stomach was a washboard and below that were monstrous thighs that rippled as she shifted balance from one foot to the other. As I stared up at her she stepped toward me and began to quietly finish undressing me. When I was naked, she gently lifted me into her arms and began kissing me again. I can’t describe the sensation of giving myself over to such power. I trusted her and she repaid me with her complete attention. Her skin was warm against me. Her breasts, which I rubbed against as she hugged me close, mashed into the contours of my body. Her lips wetly brushed against my cheeks, neck, sholders.... "I could eat you," she whispered . She easily hefted me up, sliding her hands to my hips and raised my penis to the level of her mouth. She again slipped her lips over the shaft and her tongue pressed me to the roof of her mouth. I closed my eyes, resting my hands on her shoulders and allowed myself to fully experience the moment. I ejaculated harder than I ever had before, and she swallowed me with pleasure. She put me down on the bed and looked at my body. "Now please me," she said, and climbed into bed with me. I crawled up to her lips and we kissed again, but only briefly. I continued to run my mouth over her face, letting my tongue dart in and out as I tasted her cheeks, nose, and chin. I moved down from her face to sample those generous breasts. I kneaded them and palmed her nipples. She arched her back and slid her knees up. I worked my way down her body to her crotch and began to play my tongue over her clitoris. She sighed and pulled at her breasts. I kept at her, manipulating that knob of flesh, knowing the tension I felt coarsing through her muscles would soon build to an explosive climax. I kept at her, and felt her hand pressing the back of my head into her groin. She shifted, flexing her lower body so that her thighs became rock hard with finely developed muscle. "God, do it..." she gasped, her breathing becoming deeper. When she came, her body convulsed involuntarily, catching me by surprise. I was bucked off her and rolled from the bed onto the floor. I landed with a terrible thump and felt a bump rising on my forehead. "Oh, no," she said. rolling off the bed after me to see if I was alright. Dizzy, I started to rise. She put an arm around my stomach and drew me up onto her lap as she reclaimed the bed. My ankle was throbbing again, but it couldn’t compete with the stars that were spinning before my eyes. She kissed me and held me close. "I’m so sorry," she said. "I am so sorry." "That’s okay." "No, it’s my fault. I’m sorry. I want to make it up to you....." It was going to be a long night and the beginning of a hot and dangerous relationship. I was grateful the hotel provided good insurance benefits. more to come.........