Miss Tall Universe
by valerafon
A tall beauty queen falls for a much shorter man.


This is a work of fiction and should not be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen. Please do not read further if you are offended by violence and or
sexual content.

Authors note: This story was inspired by some of skullcrusher's pictures, but
the woman in my story is far more gentle with her man.

Miss Tall Universe:

I was excited, I had been to several pageants, but this was the granddaddy of
them all, the Miss Tall Universe Pageant. I was a lover of tall women trapped
in a small body. I was five foot one and about one hundred and five pounds.

Still, I had been a admirer of tall women since high school. I even tried to
date the tallest girl in school and captain of the girl's basketball team. I
think it took years for me to recover when she laughed right in my face.

I started to go to a few competitions after I landed a job in Atlanta, and now
I was twenty five unmarried and without prospects, but how does one find a
wife when all he can dream about are women who are at least a foot taller than
him?

I've always saved my money, and used my vacations to fly to different
competitions, but I've never been to the big one. Now, here I was in Columbus,
and about to attend the competition of my dreams. The reason I was so excited
was that this was an international competition. The tallest most beautiful
women from all over the world were here and I was staying at the same hotel
they were.

I was making my way down in the elevator to the bar with high hopes of seeing
some of the women close up when the door opened and in walked the tallest most
beautiful woman I had ever seen. She stood next to me facing forward lost in
her own thoughts, and probably didn't even notice me. I on the other hand was
totally absorbed in her craning my head to look up at the skyscraper standing
next to me.

She was wearing heels which just enhanced her height, and the top of my head
was an inch or two under her huge breasts. She was wearing a tight black dress
with sequins all over it which ended several inches above her knees revealing
a lot of the longest shapeliest legs I had ever seen. Being so close to her,
her legs looked simply huge in comparison to my tiny little body. It made my
heart race just standing next to such a wonderful creature.

I guess she felt my eyes on her because she glanced down and did something
wonderful, she smiled at me. I almost fainted right then and there.

Then in the most marvelous German accent, she asked, "Are you one of the
escorts?"

I knew what she was talking about. During one of the competition phases of the
pageant, each woman is escorted around the stage by a very diminutive man
dressed in a tuxedo. It's done for a height comparison and to enhance each
contestants height. She can also use him in the talent portion of the contest
as well. I've often dreamt about being one of those lucky men.

"I sincerely wish I was," I answered back.

She smiled and asked, "Then you're attending the show?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I told her honestly.

She smiled, brought her arm down, and gently rubbed the back of her huge hand
across my face as she said, "Then you like tall women?"

"Oh yes!" I answered back breathlessly.

She was so amused at my reaction she uttered a small little laugh, and said,
"A pity you would make a wonderful escort."

"Thank you, I managed to say and extended my hand and said politely, "My name
is Rick Day!"

Instead, of shaking my hand, she held it gently with her one hand and with the
other placed the palm of her hand up against mine. My hand was about half the
size of hers. It looked like a child's hand in comparison.

While she did that, she commented, "A short name for a small man."

I blushed and she laughed and took her hand away, but she did surprise me
again.

"My name is Evelyn Baumgartner."

I answered back immediately, "A long name for such a beautiful woman."

This time, she laughed heartily and then she ran the back of her hand along my
face again. Her touch sent shivers up and down my spine. I visibly reacted,
but I didn't care. It was heavenly.

She noted my reaction and in an amused voice told me, "You make me laugh
little man."

Unfortunately, that's when the elevator made it to the lobby. As she stepped
out, she ran her long delicate fingers along my face as she left and said, "I
will be hear till Wednesday. Maybe, I'll see you in the lounge on Tuesday.

I was so taken with her, I forgot to get out of the elevator myself. As it
started its journey back up the shaft, I contemplated her last words. Was I
just invited to meet her on Tuesday? I was going to have to find out. I would
never forgive myself if I wasn't in that lounge on Tuesday. The only problem
was the pageant ended Sunday, and I had to be back to work on Tuesday.

Instead of pushing the down button, I headed for my room to make a telephone
call. I was going to call my boss, and ask for a few more days of vacation.

I had a fourth row seat for the competition. It had cost me an arm and a leg,
but it was worth it. The pageant started with all forty five women on stage.
Each girl represented her country and there were contestants from all parts of
the globe.

After my encounter with Evelyn, I now had a routing interest. She looked
stunning in the gown she was wearing, and only one or two of the other
contestants seemed as tall as her. I estimated her height at six foot eight. I
was waiting for her measurements to see how accurate my assessment was.

The bathing suit competition came next. Being a man, I was glad they let the
women wear bikinis this year. God! All the women were lovely, but not as
lovely as Evelyn. Her legs were so long and perfectly contoured, I couldn't
take my eyes off of them. I almost forgot to run my camcorder as she walked by
on stage.

As the competition proceeded, I tried to figure out her main competition.
There was a black woman from Tanzania, The woman from Puerto Rico was
breathtaking and tall, as were the women from the US and France as well. I
thought the winner was somewhere in that grouping.

Finally, the cut to the Final ten came. I didn't have to wait on pins and
needles because Evelyn's name was called first, and the other four women I
named made it as well.

Then the women were brought back on stage, one at a time, by their escorts.
The escorts were ten of the handsomest little guys I had ever seen. They were
all about my size. I was sure their tuxedo's had to be custom made.

Evelyn's escort looked so tiny standing next to her. He only came up to her
midriff. As he escorted her about on stage, I knew that's how I must have
looked standing next to her in the elevator. Her legs looked so powerful, but
still so feminine up against his tiny little body. Her legs were a mile long
and the top of her thighs seemed to end near his neck. It sent chills through
me just thinking about those sexy and powerful thighs of hers.

This was the part of the show when they gave each ladies measurements and
statistics. I was a bit stunned to find she was only twenty one years old, but
I was even more stunned to hear she was six foot eleven.

Just before she walked off, she scooped the little guy up cradling him in her
mighty arms, and then curtseyed to the crowd before she walked off with her
escort still in her arms. The little guy looked totally surprised, but the
crowd went wild.

I wasn't surprised when two of the other women did the same. The lady from
Tanzania just threw her little guy over her shoulder as she walked off, and
the lady from the US carried her escort off on her hip to the delight of the
crowd.

I was sure Evelyn had just started a trend for future shows. As I clapped, I
had to admit I envied those guys. They looked so safe and secure in the larger
woman's arms. Like it was natural somehow. I thought as I watched that
evolution had made a mistake. All women should be as tall and as strong as
these women. Then I remembered that the female of many of the other species
were much bigger and more formidable than their mates, including the mighty
Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Evelyn also made the cut to five. I was almost exhausted from clapping. The US
lady as well as the woman from France made it too.

The next and final competition was the talent portion. Evelyn did a mambo
number with her escort. There were plenty of lifts as they danced around stage
to the delight of the crowd. The climax was stupendous. She threw the little
guy five feet into the air and then caught him effortlessly before he could
hit the ground.

I was impressed with the French woman as well. She did an Apache number with
her guy. She threw him all over the stage like a rag doll. The audience just
ate it up.

Finally, the big moment came. It was down to Evelyn and the woman from France.
I must have clapped the loudest when Evelyn was crowned Miss Tall Universe.
During her promenade, she swept right past me on the runway wearing her crown
and carrying a large bouquet of flowers. I thought I saw her wink at me, but
the lighting was dimmed and flashbulbs were popping everywhere, and I probably
was just dreaming again.

Afterwards, I was almost sad she won. I was sure she'd be too busy with her
engagements to come to the lounge and see a guy that she only saw on an
elevator for a few seconds. I almost didn't go, but who am I kidding, I was
there at seven and nursing a drink and hoping and praying the girl of my
dreams would not disappoint.

About nine thirty, I was feeling kind of low toying with the olive in my
martini when I heard that wonderful German accent again, "So, you are here."

I whirled to see her midriff again, I had to crane my neck up to see her. As
she sat on the stool next to mine, I managed to say with great enthusiasm,
"Congratulations!...Would you care for a drink?" And I motioned for the
bartender.

"Why thank you! I saw you there, cheering for me." she said as if she had been
looking for me.

And when the bartender came, she said, "Just orange juice, please."

"Smiling at her, I answered, "It was the first time I ever had a routing
interest....You were fabulous!"

She took my compliments gracefully, but a huge smiled played across her lovely
face as she reached for her orange juice. After taking a sip, she asked, "Did
you enjoy the part of the show when I carried my little escort?"

For a second I didn't answer. I knew that was the most thrilling part of the
show for me, but instead I answered shyly, "I was jealous."

She let out with a loud hearty laugh, and then placed her huge hand over mine
on the bar, completely covering it.

We were both quiet for a moment, and remembering my manners, I asked
hopefully, "Would you care to go to a booth?"

Putting her orange juice down, she said sadly, "I'm afraid these long legs of
mine just aren't made for booths."

We both had a good laugh, and then I became more serious. She noticed the
change immediately and patiently waited for whatever I had to say. I could see
she was watching me intently.

A bit nervously, I fumbled with my words, "I was wondering, I mean, do you
think you could find it....Could I have an autograph?"

She immediately let out with another loud hearty laugh and turning back to me
she said all bright-eyed and excited, "I think your going to do far better
than that."

Grabbing my hand and placing it inside of hers, she beckoned me to follow, I
quickly threw some money down, and hand and hand we made for the exit. People
were staring at us as we left, I probably looked like a child next to her, but
I didn't care. I was so excited, I could hardly talk as we made our way to the
elevators.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"Why, I'm taking you to my apartment, silly.....Unless of course, your too
afraid to go home with such a big girl?"

My heart was beating wildly and my legs felt like jelly, but I said in
somewhat of a controlled voice, "I'd be honored."

She looked way down at me, and gave me a glorious smile just before we stepped
into the elevator. Still holding my hand, we stood next to each other both
lost in our thoughts as the elevator started its ascent. On the next floor a
man got in and just stared for a while at the two of us. I guess he thought we
were an unusual sight.

Mildly perturbed, Evelyn looked down at him and said, "He's my lover, isn't he
handsome?"

And than she did an incredible thing, she bent down, placed her left arm
around my waist, and lifted. Instantly, I was transported up her long tall
body. When I arrived, she held me close using her body for some support. My
feet still dangled around her knee caps as she effortlessly supported my
weight with her one arm.

Looking down towards the stunned man, "She nonchalantly informed him, "I have
to keep his strength up, so he doesn't get too exhausted when were having wild
and passionate sex!"

As she carried me out the door to her suite, I turned to see the man's mouth
still open in complete astonishment as he followed our progress out the door.

As she carried me down the hallway to her suite, I asked, "Are you going to
put me down?"

As we reached her door she effortlessly placed me on her hip, and she paused
for a moment to look right into my eyes. As she did so, she frowned a bit, and
spoke as if she was pouting, "I thought you wanted me to pick to you up and
carry you in my arms?"

"I do," I answered back breathlessly, looking into her beautiful sparkling
blue eyes.

She gave me one of those electric smiles as she started to reach for her key
and open the door.

"Well, than just enjoy the ride. You're as light as a feather," she informed
me as she opened the door and carried me into her apartment.

The hotel had moved her into the best suite they had when she had won the
contest and it was easily five times the size of my own suite, and was
lavishly furnished as well. To my surprise, Evelyn did not put me down when we
were safely inside. Instead, she placed her key on a nearby table and began to
walk around with me still resting on her hip.

I must admit I felt more like a small child than a man as she continued to
walk about her apartment. My heart was pounding in my chest, from this
unbelievable mind blowing experience. To me, it was a dream come true to be
carried around so effortlessly by such a tall beautiful woman.

Evelyn just paced about with no destination in mind. It was evident to me that
she was just carrying me around letting me feel her body and experience her
power.

Amused by my reactions, she delightedly asked, "Are you having fun, little
man?"

"Oh yes, I said even more breathlessly. Then as an after thought, I added,
"You're so strong!"

Laughing loudly again delighted at my words and reactions she enlightened me
on what was coming next.

"If you just like me carrying you around on my hip, you're really going to
like this."

After her statement, she lifted me even higher till I was securely placed over
her massive shoulders. She had one of her hands around my legs for support and
the other was holding my neck gently down. I stared at the floor which seemed
to be a very long distance away.

As she began to move again, I said "I should tell you, I'm afraid of heights!"

She responded by laughing, then saying, "You are?"

Bending her knees a bit experimenting with my weight, she added, "Well, your
safe in my arms, little one! I wouldn't let such a precious cargo fall."

Walking over to a full length mirror, she watched our reflections as she
started to bend her knees up and down repeatedly, I started to bounce a bit on
her shoulders as her movements intensified. She laughed at our reflections and
continued to bounce me up and down on her shoulders for some time.

When she got tired with that game, she paused for a moment and asked, "Are you
getting dizzy?"

"Yes, a bit," I said truthfully.

She responded by saying, "Awww!" And then carrying me to the center of the
room, she gently bent her knees and tilting her big body she carefully set me
on my feet.

All I could do was look back up at her in complete awe. I found myself saying,
"You're incredible! That was wonderful!"

Loving my response, she smiled back down at me, placed one of her big hands on
the back of my head and gently began to massage it with her fingers.

As her massage sent tiny little electric sparks down my spine, she said in
that sweet voice of hers, "It gets better."

As I stared back up at her contemplating her words, her hand stopped massaging
my scalp and instead drew my head close to her body. I felt my face bury in
her stomach as she gently but forcefully held my head against her body.

Instead, of trying to force my head back, I just gave in to the wonderful
sensation of her firm muscular body so close to mine. As she held me, my face
mashed against her dress, and feeling the supple tautness of the skin just
underneath, I inhaled deeply letting her aroma fill my lungs. The sweet scent
of her heightening the pleasure I was feeling adding a new wonderful sensation
to the mix.

She held me tightly against her, for a few wonderful moments, and I heard her
moan softly. For the first time, I realized that she found our unusual embrace
pleasurable as well.

As she released my head and I stepped back a bit to look up at her, she
astounded me even further. As I looked on spellbound, her long arms reached
for the hem of her dress and finding it, began to left it up..and up..and up.

A startled little gasp left my lips as I watched the dress ascend upwards
revealing all of her long wonderful nylon encased legs. A number of opposing
words played through my mind and competed with one another as I looked
on...Muscular, appealing, long, huge, and feminine all played through my mind
as I watched transfixed as the dress ascended towards heaven. For a moment, my
eyes fixed on the blond pubic hairs that were visible outside her panties. It
was such a sexy sight to behold it again sent shivers down my spine.

When the dress reached her hips, she started to undulate her body
provocatively for my hungry eyes, but it only took my overheated mind a moment
more to realize she was wiggling her body and those incredible hips of hers as
well to aid the dress in its upward journey.

I tore my eyes from those magnificently encased legs of hers because I felt
compelled to watch every new part of her be revealed to my hungry eager eyes.
My heart was racing so wildly, I thought I could actually hear it pounding in
my chest as I looked on completely mesmerized by this woman's incredible
body..

Next, her taut supple midriff was revealed exposing her belly button to view.
It was almost level with my eyes, and I had to restrain myself from reaching
out and touching it.

As her sexy shimmying continued, she managed to get the dress over those
colossal twin peaks of hers revealing a huge sexy black bra which seemed to
bulge out precariously like it was ready to burst at the seems.

Finally, she managed to lift the dress over her head, fixing her hair back
into place with a gentle sweeping motion of her head. To me, even that
maneuver was sexy as I continued to look on completely mesmerized.

As she looked back down, she was greeted by my stunned reaction to what had
just happened. My mouth was agape and I was looking at her in total abject awe
and admiration.

She shook her head in amusement at my response and gave me the biggest smile
yet and then placed one of her hands on the back of my head. Bringing her
other hand up which still held the dress, she lifted it to my face and planted
it there covering my nose and entire face with its fabric.

I responded by lustfully bringing my own hands up and burying it even deeper
into my face, inhaling the scent of her once again.

Through the fabric, I could hear her laughing. It was a pleased contented
little laugh, and when she took the dress away, I reached for it like a little
boy losing his favorite toy.

Finally, she discarded the dress and walked around me. I tried to follow her
with my eyes, but her hand gently but firmly pushed my head back to a more
forward position. I held my breath expectantly as I felt her hand and long
delicate fingers gently run down the side of my cheek once again.

Then I felt her unhook my bow tie, from behind, and remove it from around my
neck. It was only then that I realized she was undressing me, and I felt my
heart catch in my chest at the realization of what was happening. Then once
again, she ran her fingers down my cheek before she moved on to my next piece
of clothing.

Her huge arms, encircling my head from behind, descended down my body to reach
for and find the lapels of my dinner jacket. As her arms worked to unbutton
it, I reached out and grabbed one of her forearms. Her arms looked so long and
enormous next to my own much smaller body it made me feel like a child once
again as I reached out with my hand felt the subtle smoothness and underlying
strength of her arm and then affectionately kissed it. It was a gesture of
respect and awe, and gratefulness too.

Breathing heavily herself, she responded by saying, "Better watch it, little
one, or I'll forget my manners and rip those clothes right off your little
body."

I knew she was kidding, but my mind played through the scenario anyway of her
ripping off my clothes, and then throwing me over her shoulder, and carrying
me to her bed room to have her way with me. It was a wonderful daydream.

After she had removed my dinner jacket and threw it over a chair, She came
around me once again, lightly playing with the top of my head, with her
fingers, as she did so. She really knew how to play with my mind.

As she stood in front of me once again, she went to one knee lowering herself
to almost eye level with me. Her other giant limb was bent at the knee, but
her foot was still firmly planted on the ground, and the presence of this
giant limb was so close to my body as to command my attention. I lifted my
left arm up, and placed it over and around her thigh. Her leg was so huge and
my wing span so small in comparison, I barely could reach the backside of her
huge thigh. Even though this position was awkward, I held my tiny hand on the
fleshy part of the underside of her massive thigh and dreamt about massaging
it to feel its silky smoothness, and to feel its power.

My move did not go unnoticed. She eyed me for a moment, smiled, and commanded,
"Go ahead, rub it!"

Slowly, I started to rub my hand on the backside of her massive thigh. It felt
so warm and wonderful to the touch, but as my hand gripped it and rubbed it a
bit harder, I could feel its underlying power as well. The sensation was
intoxicating.

Slowly, she started to undue the buttons of my shirt. To my lust filled mind
it was like she was working in slow motion. It added almost a surreal quality
to the atmosphere. As I watched her and continued to rub her big leg, my mind
finally realized that she was resting on her one knee, but yet she was still a
few inches taller than me. That thought almost overwhelmed me and made me
realize just how massive this woman really was and how small I was in
comparison.

Finally, she undid the buttons of my shirt and gently removed it as well. Not
content with that, she lifted and removed my T-shirt too. I had to lift my
arms so she could get it over my head. Finally, we came to my pants, as she
reached for the clasp on my pants, I looked down for a moment and back up at
her gasping as the full realization hit home that she was about to remove my
pants as well.

Ignoring me, she said, "Hmmm!" like there was a problem. Then solving it, she
grabbed me and easily lifted me onto her extended knee, placing me well back
on her big thigh so she could work on my shoes and socks. I was astounded to
realize my feet weren't touching the ground as she held me safely with one
arm. Once secure, she started removing my shoes and socks with her other hand.
I looked on with a feeling of helplessness, and eager anticipation to what lie
ahead.

My pants soon followed my shoes and socks into a pile in the corner, and after
I had been reduced to my shorts, she looked up and gave me a curious smile. I
returned her gaze with anxiety on my own face. I knew I couldn't stop her if
she wanted them off as well.

"I'll let you keep those for awhile," she informed me to my relief.

But she did astound me with her next pronouncement..

"Now that I've finished undressing you, you have to finish undressing me!"

As she stood next to me towering above me, I looked at her a bit dumbfounded
wondering what to remove first. She must have understood because she sang out,
"My garter belt and nylons, honey!"

My trembling hands reached for the buttons to unclasp her nylons from her
garter belt. They were about equal with my shoulders. I had trouble with the
first button because my hands were shaking so much, but she didn't complain.
She was too amused by my reactions.

Every now and then, I'd sneak a peak up at her, and she was watching with an
amused expression on her face. She had placed her hands, out off the way on
her hips, as I worked. I soon realized she was going to be no help at all.

After I managed to undo both clasps, I reached around, trying to undue her
garter belt. My hands barely made it around her, and I had to press myself
tightly against her to undue it. The sensation was very arousing, if it was
possible for me to be more aroused than I already was.

After I had successfully removed it. I held it up to her like I should be
awarded some prize for the accomplishment. She responded by silently pointing
to her nylons encased legs.

I took a deep breath and prepared for my next puzzle. My hands went to the top
her legs, but there I had to stop and pause for a moment, and gaze at the
largest widest thighs I had ever seen. They were so muscular looking, but yet
undeniably feminine, and next to my body they looked like tree trunks.

Grabbing on to both ends of the nylon, and with renewed excitement, I started
to wiggle the nylon down her thigh with very little luck.

"Roll it down honey! And be very careful, there very expensive."

I looked way up at her and nodded my understanding. I knew there a had to be
some trick to it.

As I started to roll the nylon down , she offered a bit of a warning, "Easy,
honey, I wouldn't want to have to spank you for putting a run in it!"

I immediately stopped and looked back up at her. She wasn't laughing this time
so I wasn't sure if she was joking. Instead, I resolved to be very careful.

It almost took me a minute to carefully roll the nylon past all her muscles
and down her long leg to her ankle. That's when I ran into my next roadblock.
She still had her heels on. I stopped for a moment scratching my head. Then I
looked back up at Evelyn and all she did was shrug her shoulders. I soon
realized she wasn't going to make any part of this easy for me. She was just
to amused at my predicament.

Finally, setting on a course of action, I reached down placing both my hands
on her ankle and gently lifted, nothing happened. With more strength, I lifted
again, same result. This time, I pulled with all my might to try and lift up
her leg enough so I could slip her shoe off. I must have puled on her leg for
a minute, and couldn't budge it an inch. Finally, my strength played out and I
had to rest.

As I looked back up at her totally out of breath, she shook her head, rolled
eyes, and said, "My, you are so deliciously weak, can't even lift a women's
leg up to take her shoe off, can you?...What am I going to do with you."

I was still more in lust with her big body, than embarrassed by her remarks.
If she asked again, I was sure I could come up with a few ideas on what she
could do with me.

"Extend your arms!" she ordered!"

I extended my arms, not sure what was coming next. What she did was to left
her leg and drop it right in my arms. It was exceedingly heavy. Tons of muscle
and bone will do that for a leg I thought as I almost buckled under the
weight. She shook her head in amazement as I tried to hold it up.

With great effort, I tried to reach her shoe with one arm while I held her leg
with the other. That's when I realized her shoe was too far away. I had to
regroup and move both arms down her leg a bit balancing the weight of her leg
at the same time. It took some effort, but I managed it.

I was finally able to dislodge her shoe and place her leg gently down. I was a
bit out of breath when I reached for the nylon and realized her leg was down
again.

I slapped my head with my hand cursing my stupidity. I heard her laughing, and
when I looked up she was smiling down at me and shaking her head again.

"Go on," she said softly, "it'll lift."

This time, her foot lifted with no trouble and I was able to roll the nylon
completely off. When I was about to throw it onto my pile of clothes, she put
her hand out like she wanted it. So I handed it to her. It then struck me that
she going to check it for a run, but she didn't.

Relieved, I went back to work on her other leg, and in a few minutes, I had
both of her nylons off. Proudly, I looked up at her as I handed the second one
over. I was out of breath and I was sweating a little from all the work.

"Here's your reward," she said. And grabbing the back of my head again, she
filled my face full of nylon, trapping it there between her two huge hands.
Like before, I inhaled deeply letting my lungs fill with the strong scent of
her, and, as she watched, she was thoroughly amused.

Finally, she let me breath pure oxygen as she herded me over to her shoes. She
set one straight up with her foot and commanded, "Put your foot in there, I
want to see the difference. She was behind me with her arms resting gently
down my body, I looked straight up tilting my head a bit back so I could see
her face. The view was obstructed by her breasts and she had to lean over
slightly so I could see her.

She was waiting patiently for me to follow her command so I did what came
naturally to me. I obeyed.

Putting my foot in was an unbelievable experience. It still looked like there
was room enough for both my feet. I must have looked like a small child
wearing his mothers shoes because Evelyn burst into laughter. She even made me
try to walk in them and of course, I fell. Placing me back on my feet she
continued to laugh.

"Are we done with your cloths now?" I asked.

Evelyn stopped laughing and motioned with her hands towards her bra. I was
eager to see those puppies, but they were impossibly far away. That's when I
got a brilliant idea. She watched me curiously as I left her vicinity. When
she realized I was getting a chair, she smiled and shook head in amazement
again.

The chair made unhooking the bra a lot easier, and being a man and being adept
at bra hooks, I had her bra off in no time. It was only when I put the chair
away and went back around did I see her two firm, young, and unbelievably well
endowed breasts naked before me in all their glory. It almost took my breath
away. I wanted to reach up and fondle them, and cover them in kisses. I felt
my mouth water at the prospect.

Enjoying my reaction, she smiled down at me, but I wasn't about to be allowed
to touch those two wonders just yet. She had something else in mind first.

"I know you love my legs," she said, "why don't you show them how much?"

My eyes went right to those big beautiful thighs of hers, and I felt such
emotion stir within me, Again, with trembling hands I started to slowly
message one to feel its texture, to feel its smoothness, and to feel its
power."

Watching me intently, Evelyn cried out, "Worship me!"

I took that to mean that kissing them would also be allowed and desired. So I
got very close and started to worship her awesome legs. I started on her right
leg with great vigor and enthusiasm, and I kissed it gently, rubbed my cheek
against it more firmly, and with my hands, I rubbed even more vigorously.

I heard her moan softly as I plied my trade. I stopped rubbing her big legs
from time to time giving my hands a rest from their exertions and when I did,
I gently and lovingly planted little kisses all over its great expanse. I
worked tirelessly at my new vocation, and I could hear and tell that Evelyn
was enjoying my ministrations as well.

I even tried to place my arms around its great girth and hug it to me like a
loving child hugs his teddy bear. For the next ten minutes I first worshipped
one leg, and then the other, and when I was through Evelyn was almost as hot
as I was.

I was on my knees kissing her ankle when she called a halt to the proceedings.
Lifting me back to my feet, she had another surprise in store.

"Now that you worshipped my legs, little man, they want to show you a few
tricks."

"What?" I inquired, but Evelyn was already stepping forward and spreading her
legs to catch my body between them. It seemed like her legs were about to
devour me when I cried out, "Evelyn, what are you doing to me?"

As her legs caught me securely between them and bent me back, She said
happily, "You'll see, and I promise you that you'll just love it."

As soon as her legs had me, Evelyn reached down with her one arm easily
drawing my tiny body up even further into her waiting thighs. She stuffed my
tiny body so high up her thighs that her massive muscles finally halted my
progress. By that time, my feet were off the ground and I was parallel to the
floor looking up into her smiling face and bright eyes. Grabbing my hands by
the wrist she held me off the ground a prisoner between her awesome legs.

Then I panicked as I felt her inner thigh muscles contract around my tiny
overmatched body. For some reason, the pain was manageable.

She saw my fear and spoke immediately, "Don't worry, little one. I'm only
using a very small fraction of my true strength to securely hold you. If I
were to use even a fraction more, I could do you great damage even crush your
tiny body.

I looked back up at her fearfully, but I soon realized I could manage the
pain, and this was a tall admirer's dream come true. Letting my hands drop,
she turned to the distant mirror and admired the reflection she saw. As she
did, she placed her hands on her hips and smiled at an even more mind boggling
pose.

I was a good three and a half feet off the floor with my arms hanging down
helplessly, and no part of me was even close to touching the floor. If someone
had walked into the room just then, they would have been amazed at the sight,
astounded at her great strength, and amused at the helpless position I now
found myself in.

Evelyn let me just hang there suspended between her all powerful thighs for a
full five minutes. I was just thankful she wasn't really trying to squeeze me.
As I hung there, I began to wonder if I actually had a chance with this
extremely tall and powerful woman.

I was getting ahead of myself I thought sadly. This was probably a one night
affair that I would look back on longingly for the rest of my life.

Finally, her little muscle show ended and I ended up cradled in her strong
arms. She carried me over to the sofa, and I soon found myself nestled
securely on her lap and looking up into her larger than life features. She
held me so tightly to her with just her right arm that both of my arms were
pinned to my sides as she played with my face with her free arm. She tweaked
my nose and drew little circles on my face with her long index finger, playing
with me in that manner for some time.

I was so close to her one colossal breast, as she held me mashed against her
chest, that I even tried to fondle it, but my arms were helplessly pinned to
my sides by her loving embrace. I was aroused beyond all recall, and I was
helpless to try and do anything about it.

Noticing my condition, she finally stopped toying with me for a moment and
asked in an amused voice, "Is your little pecker getting excited?"

My little pecker had been excited since the moment she carried me through the
door, but in a moment of male bravado that seemed totally out of place, I
answered back, "It's not so little!"

"Ohhh! She exclaimed. And she answered back mischievously, "I guess I'm just
going to have to see for myself."

I couldn't hope to defend myself she held me so securely, and I wasn't sure I
really wanted to anyway. Hugging me tightly to her to keep me totally under
control, she began to edge my briefs down my legs.

In a matter of seconds, she had me naked as a jay bird, and I was still trying
halfheartedly to get loose.

"OH MY! She exclaimed. You aren't so little where it counts."

I know, I was pretty proud of old "willy" down there, and he seemed very
excited himself.

Looking back at me, she saw my excited state, and tried to soothe my ardor.

"I am going to take care of that big boy down there, but first I thought you
might like to suck on these for awhile."

After her statement, she shoved her nearest breast right into my mouth. It
didn't calm me, and I was sure it wouldn't act like a pacifier as I tried to
take more of into my mouth. Holding it for me like a mother might to feed her
baby, I started to lick and nibble on it, and was content. As I kissed and
sucked on her colossal breast, I looked up into her sparkling eyes. I felt so
safe, so secure, so totally Evelyns. I couldn't imagine life without her, but
I suppressed those fears and gave into to the carnal lusts of my baser nature.

Then she started to rock me and hum to me as I sucked her massive teat. I
closed my eyes and just completely gave in to her. I would be hers if she
wanted me, and I sincerely hoped and prayed she wanted me.

A few minutes later she rose with me still snug in her arms, and she walked
into another room. I caught my breath when I realized it was her bed room.
Gently placing me on the bed she laughed for a moment at my little body. It
was a few seconds before I realized I still had a raging boner. I must have
looked a sight.

Then her body enveloped mine, and transported me onto another plateau of
pleasure I didn't know existed or could scarcely imagine. She manipulated and
controlled my body like a Mystro controls his baton, and we made perfect music
together.

Somewhere in our lovemaking my exhausted and emotionally spent body drifted
into a peaceful sleep. She didn't wake me as I slept soundly next to her on
the bed with her massive feminine body sheltering and protecting my weaker
male one.

In the morning when I awoke, Evelyn was already packing. The realization of
that fact, made me bolt upright in bed and stare panic stricken into her
lovely blue eyes.

Reading my thoughts, she stopped her packing, gave me one of those electric
smiles of hers, and sat down next to me on the bed.

Massaging the back of my head as was her custom, she enlightened me on the
future.

"I'm keeping you!" she told me flat out.

A bit stunned and excited, but confused, I answer back, "Your keeping me?"

"Yes, I'm going to take care of you from now on....I want you to get up and
quit your job."

"But if I quit my job, how will I support us?" I said even more confused.

Still massaging the back of my head, she spoke slowly and sweetly to me so I
would completely understand.

"My little darling. You have it all wrong. Listen to me carefully. It is I
that will support you. It is I that will protect you. It is I that will
cherish and love you and make all your wildest dreams come true..You are mine
now. I completely and forever take complete and total possession of your weak
little body. And since possession is nine tenths of the law, consider yourself
already married, my dear little helpless man."

Then lifting me and cradling me in her mighty arms once again, I asked just
one more question as she held me close.

"What will I do?"

She smiled down at me before she kissed me, and when she was through, she
answered my final question.

"Why, whatever I want!"

The End