They say that good things come in small packages. No shit! My name is Myles and this story is a testament to the validity of this adage.
"You look confused," was the distinctly feminine comment that came from behind me as I tried to figure what size and colored top my daughter might like much less fit. Chuckling at my obvious dilemma, I turned to find an extremely cute but very petite Asian young woman. I tried my hardest not to stare but my second glance made me acutely aware of her carefully applied makeup and adult mannerisms.
My surprised second glance of her must have been apparent for she quickly piped up, "Hey, I'm a grown up even if I'm obviously height-challenged. Honestly, I'm twenty-one years old and married. See," she said as her diamond ring on her left ring finger was held out in front of her. Her almond-shaped eyes twinkled at my obvious embarrassment and discomfort. "Don't feel bad. I'm kind of use to your reaction, and by the way, my name is Kami."
Recovering quickly, I introduced myself and then quickly changed the subject by asking what she thought of the outfit that I had picked out for my daughter. Kami asked me about my daughter's age and size, and I mumbled something about my daughter was twelve-year-old slightly larger than Kami. I wasn't too sure as to my daughter's tastes which earned a disapproving look from Kami.
In the ensuing discussion, Kami casually asked where my wife was and why wasn't she helping me. I mentioned that I was divorced and was trying to buy a birthday present for my daughter who was stateside with my ex-wife. In return, I asked about where was her husband, and her intriguing response was, "Oh, he's in the Navy and afloat (deployed at sea). He's not due back for a couple of months. It gets a bit lonesome being the only one in our quarters."
Kami then went about selecting some articles from a nearby rack that I would have never even considered. While I tried to imagine my daughter in what Kami had picked out, she browsed around and came up with a selection of her own. Seeing my dilemma, Kami giggled and said, "Look, I've got to try on my clothes. If you'd like, I could model your daughter's clothes too. They're a little big for me but you should be able to get an idea of what they would look like on your daughter. In return, I could use some masculine feedback on my own selections."
My daughter's selections looked edgy but still acceptable, and I told Kami that I couldn't have done it with her. She said to hang on while she modeled her own clothes for me, and when she came out, my jaw practically hit the floor. Kami's low-rider short-shorts hung so low on her narrow hips that they almost exposed her butt crack. Her skin-tight shorts seemed to be painted on to her, giving a tantalizing glimpse of her firm buns while accentuating the juncture of her inner thighs.
Her top, on the other hand, was loose and low cut with a draped front. I knew that Kami was small in the boob department but there was no hint of the padded bra that she had worn earlier. When Kami bent to retrieve a hanger that she just so happened to drop, she flashed me an unobstructed view of her braless small mounds. Each was a delicious snow cone of soft flesh topped with a puffy pink areola from which a tender pencil eraser nipple rose. Kami was so nonchalant about flashing me that I couldn't help but wonder if she was doing so on purpose.
"So, what do you think? Do you like what you see?" As l stammered that I did, l became acutely aware that I sprouted one hell of woody in my pants which Kami couldn't help but notice. If she did, however, she didn't seem bothered at or offended by my reaction to her charming delights. In fact, she deliberately gave me one hell of an enticing smile as she went through a series of provocative poses flashing me more of her unexpected bodily delights.
When she came out of the dressing room, Kami beamed at me and taking my arm, pressed her petite body to me as she thanked me for my very favorable feedback. Hoping to prolong my encounter with this lovely pixie, I asked if she'd like to join me for a happy hour drink since it was already late afternoon.
Kami beamed and said, "I thought you'd never ask. But I caught the bus downtown and I don't like riding during the after-work rush. If you give me a ride to the supermarket, we can get a bottle of wine and enjoy it at my place. I'm getting a bit tired of eating alone since my husband shipped out two months ago and it's been a while since I've 'been' with a man." Kami smiled slyly as I practically choked at her the possible double meaning of her words.
Our grocery shopping and drive to her house was filled with Kami's flirtation and my undivided attention. Her home was a small cozy one-bedroom cottage at the end of a long windy lane. Over a bottle of wine, Kami listened with intense interest as I shared how that when I had retired a large national corporation, I had decided to stay in Hawaii which was my last assignment. This was much to the chagrin of my wife who wanted to move stateside to be closer to her elderly parents.
After a lengthy series of endless arguments, we decided to divorce with my daughter living with my ex and spending only the summer months with me. This worked out fine since I had a two-bedroom condominium and a pension that was more than enough to live comfortably. The only thing missing was being alone and especially the lack of female companionship (hoping she'd catch my drift).
Kami, in turn, shared that her husband, Bill, was a career chief petty officer in the Navy. He was a bear of a man with strawberry blond hair, dancing blue eyes, and loud with a booming voice. It seems that besides the sea, Bill had two interests. The first was his addiction to adult anime or Japanese cartoons with sexual overtones.
This was how Bill met Kami who was working the counter of her parents' sundry store that sold a wide selection of his favorite reading material. She had just graduated from a San Diego high school and had been pressed into helping with the family sundry store that was next to the naval station. To Kami, she was eighteen and stuck in a boring job that didn't pay anything and went nowhere. It went without saying that Kami was desperate for an escape - any escape.
"Bill was like a breath of fresh air," Kami shared over wine. "A giant of a man, he was big, brassy, and white, and all the things that my Chinese parents hated. This made me love Bill even more. And on top of that, he was at the time immediately taken with her. It wasn't until after a whirlwind romance, elopement, and being disowned from the family that she discovered that Bill's second passion was petite women.
"Doesn't Bill's taste in women bother you," I just had to ask.
"Oh, hell no!" exclaimed Kami. "Why should it? Look, I like big strapping and outward going men; not the wimpy shrimpy Asian guys that my parents and family kept introducing me to. I love guys who 'towers' over me like Bill and you. If I can have a certain preference in my men, what's wrong will Bill being drawn to very small women like me?
