When I introduced girls to each other Mika stood up, and I saw a sign of awe in Lisa's eyes. She couldn't believe her eyes: she had to look up at a Japanese girl. Finally, she saw the boots and seemingly relieved. 'Oh,' Lisa claimed, 'the platforms! But still you must be very tall!'

'Yes,' Mikha was equally amazed, 'but you torrer... You're giantess!'

'Mikha, I don't think it's a proper word,' I wasn't sure whether the dialogue would develop friendly or hostile. 'Sorry Lisa.'

'I don't mind: I heard this before,' the Russian was still smiling. 'The matter is though I've never seen a Japanese taller than myself - even a man let alone a woman. How tall are you, Mikha?'

'In this shoes two meters and three centimetres.'

Now it was time for me to be amazed: you don't often see a Japanese girl who stands 6 ft 8 - even on platforms!

'Now I see are you indeed into tall beautiful women,' laughed Lisa looking at me. 'Me too by the way.'

What did she mean?

'And you beautifur,' assured her Mikha.

'Well, if we all feel the same what are we doing here?' We already finished our drinks and Lisa invited us to her room.

What was she up to?

She lived on the same floor as me, but her room was significantly smaller. Once we're in, Lisa embraced Mikha, stroked her orange hair, pulled her closer, and gave her long passionate kiss in the lips. Again, I felt stunned. So did Mikha. When they stopped to have a breath, she said with mixed expressions of fear and excitement on her face, 'I never didn't this!'

'Me too,' responded Lisa. 'I mean, I could never find a Japanese girl tall enough to kiss while standing. Hey down there!' At last, she noticed my presence, 'are you gonna stay like this forever? Either you with us or without!'

There was no chance I would leave them now. But I couldn't join them, too - they kissed way too high.

'I just can't join you!'

However, my protest found a strong resistance.

'How dare you to say that!' Lisa seemed to be furious. 'You've got two pairs of nice young boobs there!'

That was fair enough...

The girls were topless when - during a short break - Mikha suddenly asked Lisa to pose for a photo. 'My friends never trust me if I say that I know this torr girr,' she explained.

As soon as she got the permission, she produced a camera from her rucksack and even tiny tripod and fixed it on a table.

'Shell I put my shirt on?' asked Lisa in a professional voice; she was a model after all.

'Even better if not! Your chest is beautifur,' said Mikha, took her boots off ('I want be my height,' she explained), set the camera on auto mode, and stood by Lisa.

It made immense difference: a minute ago, she was a little bit taller; now however the top of her head was at Lisa's chin level.

Photo session took 15 minutes or so: Mikha forced me to join them, and I wasn't too reluctant; furthermore, I loved to stand with my hands on the girl's waists and my mouth only inches away from Lisa's breasts.

Mikha gone at around four am. 'Is something wrong?' asked Lisa with concern.

'No, I think they have a strange law in this country,' and I repositioned myself on the bed to be closer to her magnificent body.

I suppose, if I was one of the hotel's visitors, I would suspect there's something about this average sized Caucasian guy who tends to come to restaurants and bars only with ladies a head taller than him. But I was myself and therefore enjoyed breakfast in a company of five female towers at once. Male models and whoever-his-name occupied a table miles away.

'Don't worry,' Maria, black beauty with sexiest lips imaginable, noticed. 'They feel better without women around.'

'Yeah, they only interact with us when necessary,' said Stella who's blue shirt was ready to explode under pressure of her giant bosom. 'So they will tomorrow when we have our first catwalk here.'

'I wonder will Breta make it until tomorrow?' asked Irish Grace, the second tallest girl in the group. Her longer than life legs constantly touched mine: there was simply not enough room for them underneath the table.

'Yes,' replied Rosa. She was Argentinean and the shortest here, but her features were custom made for flamenco - toned legs, hazel eyes, long dark hair, thin waist, and arse to die for. 'I talked to whatever-his-name this morning; Breta's all right and coming this afternoon.'

Unlike me who pretended not to be excited by the news, Lisa was smiling broadly. 'I'm sooo glad!' she announced as if one couldn't see that.

I met her in the lobby half an hour later and we came to walk around. Again, I felt a little embarrassed of being with a girl whose shoulders were at the level of the top of my head. People kept giving us an odd looks; weather became to get worse, and skyscrapers around seemed a bit menacing.

'Not too long, ok?' she asked. 'I'm gonna meet Breta in the hotel.'

'Who's she?' I decided to play fool.

'A model too. And very good friend of mine. She's so nice! And very special, really.'

'What's so special about her?' It would be nice to hear Breta's height from another very tall girl.

'Well, first of all, she's got a vital role in our agency. She demonstrates wedding dresses, making shows completed...'

'So what? You could do it. Or, say, Maria: I'm sure she would be unbeatable in a white dress!'

'No,' Lisa laughed, 'nobody can replace Breta. You see, she's near eigh...' I prepared to gasp in unbelief but she suddenly stopped. 'Ok, just wait till you meet her. And, giving you habit, I bet you'll like her even more than me!'

That was a decisive moment. I already began to preach myself for having an affair with Breta's closest friend even before I met herself in person. How in that case would I try to start being involved with the girl of my dream? Meanwhile, bearing in mind Lisa's bisexuality, I wasn't sure I would be allowed to incorporate myself into their relationships.

'Wouldn't you mind that?' it took all my boldness to ask this.

'No, of course not!' she laughed again, hugged me tightly, pulled me up on my tiptoes and kissed me in forehead. 'Don't you be so stupid, I told you, she's very good friend of mine!'

What a nice summer! What a fantastic view of Tokyo skyline with all these shiny skyscrapers one of which is just next to me - this glorious young girl - I only had to raise on my tiptoes again to kiss her shoulder completely forgetting about these staring crowds!