I was lost in her kiss. Maybe I even fainted - not sure. The next thing I recall: me and Natalie sitting in a small room, not in the lounge, in another room, We"re sitting on the couch, and their voices along with loud music are heard from behind the closed door. We"re hugging and kissing, and there"s a wardrobe right opposite the couch. And a giant wide and tall mirror on it. And we"re reflecting at this immense mirror. Well, Katie"s not a small girl after all, I"m thinking explaining to myself the hugeness of the mirror.

"Katie said, you used to prefer shorter men to go out with?" I asked.

"Do you know a guy taller than me?" Natalie replied. "If so, let us meet. But I doubt that. And, you, shorter guys, are better anyway"

"Better?"

"Well, you"re not such arrogant, you tend to be proud to have a taller partner; I think, that"s the way for you to prove everybody that you"re bigger inside than outside... Then, you"re just compact enough to handle".

"Wha... What do you mean - handle?"

"Wanna see? Stand up"!

I stood, so did she. Once again, I felt like a small child next to her. This time, however, I was able to look at her face. Through the mirror, not directly, of course.

Natalie made a step closer to me. Now we were standing right in front of each other; my head fitting very well under her breasts.

"Oops, I made a mistake this time", she said looking down at me regrettably.

"A mistake?.. You"d better stop intriguing me!"

"Well, all my previous dates were slightly taller than you... You see, it was very convenient to have them... Erm... Kissing my tits standing..."

Wow! I glanced at the mirror. Definitely, we were a couple worth a look. Her eyes were like two green suns shining high in the sky; her sparkling hair of a colour of wheat a little messy; her very feminine shoulders way beyond my reach smoothly went into round breasts; her flat stomach right at my eyelevel was seen under partly unbuttoned shirt; her skirt began at the level of my chin and ended at my chest, revealing impossible, absolutely endless legs; her bare feet... Bare?

"Where"re your nice shoes?"

"As if I wouldn"t tall enough for you", she smiled down at me.

"I didn"t say that". I replied, "but as you complained earlier, you never had a boyfriend taller than you. And you still have got these shoes".

"Yeah, it"s a mom"s present on my birthday... But, as the heels are too high, I wear them very rarely, only when there"s a very good reason to do that".

"And tonight you found such a reason?"

"Sure: it supposed to be a party with friends I haven"t seen for a long time..."

"Well, now you have even better reason, haven"t you?" I asked.

"Which one?"

"How you dare to ask! You met me! And, don"t forget, I"m a telestar!"

Natalie, it seemed, decided to cut the debate we conducted sitting on the couch again: "Have you considered all the consequences? Do you really want me to put the shoes on?"

"No, I haven"t". Yes, I do!"

"OK, but you"ve been warned". With these words she stood up and left the room.

Did I mention that she bent down in the doorframe again? Well, if not, it doesn"t really matter. Because when she came back in couple of minutes, she dwarfed even herself as I remembered her.

She was absolutely stunning in these high heels. I was sitting when she entered the room. She made two steps toward me and asked me to stand up. "If you"re not intimidated, of course", she added.

Frankly speaking, I was. Very little, but still. When I rose on my feet it seemed like nothing changed at all. Natalie"s head and shoulders were as high above my head as they had been a second before. Even her breasts were now way, way up; I wasn"t sure that I could reach them with my hand even if I would stretch it up. This, of course, was purely theoretical idea: I was too much gentleman to try.

Natalie wasn"t a gentleman. She was a real lady. Incredibly tall, though. Once I stood she put her hands on my shoulders (to do that, she was forced to stoop a bit!), looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Well, my little star... Should I say starlet?.. Now you"ve got what you wanted. Like it?"

I was too overwhelmed to say anything. I had never seen a person that tall, neither could I even fantasise about a young girl of this impossible height!

Events that followed proved I should not have say anything to her: as if she felt less self-conscious wearing those shoes, Natalie decisively took an initiative. Standing right in front of me, she pulled me closer to her, then lifted her skirt a little and put its train on my head. She did it easily as the top of my head barely reached her navel. "What"s she into?" I only had time to think. But it was I who was into. My lips. My tongue. My whole mouth. Into her fresh aromatic flesh. She just pulled a string of her white panties off, and I dove with my head into her young horny pussy. Straight away, standing up.

Have you ever kissed and sucked a girl"s pussy standing up? You should try. It"s incomparable. You"ll never find a word to describe it. Neither can I. That"s why, just repeating "you should try", I leave you with this: I have a date with Natalie in the small old cafe, and I"m not gonna be late.

The End