My dream has always been to date a sexy tall woman. I've always imagined legs for days, shown off with short skirts and big heels. The lengthy strut of a tall woman is truly a thing of beauty and often stops me in my tracks on the street.
Sadly, more than a few tall girls that I've run across in the wild sported an Adam's apple that seemed to indicate they had not started out that way.
On top of that, my dating history has unfortunately never included a woman over 5' 6", don't get me wrong having twelve plus inches and a hundred and twenty pounds on a woman makes her fun to carry, spin around and play with in bed, but I still dream of those legs. Maybe bent over a table, ass in the air, quad muscles taught as I pound her from behind
All that changed a few months back at the Starbucks near my new office. Looking down at my phone and only half paying attention, I bumped into a conservatively dressed woman, probably mid 20's and as I looked up to apologize I scanned what appeared to be very long legs, followed by an equally long torso and finally, eyes that were surprisingly close in altitude to my own. She had to be close to 6' tall, nicely proportioned and looked amused at my clumsiness through an absolutely gorgeous face.
My "excuse me" was met with a very feminine and oddly shy voice that absolutely delighted me. I'm rarely one to be forward, but something drove me to introduce myself and Amanda did the same in return. We joked about the perils of being tall and noted we worked in the same building.
We saw each other a handful of times before I worked up the nerve to ask her out and was pretty excited when she said yes.
Our relationship grew from there, although she was oddly conservative in mannerism, dress and as it turned out sex.
A few months in, I got brave enough to ask her to wear something a little racier to an event we had committed to. She pushed back saying clothes never looked right on her and she didn't own anything that would even work.
I'm not one to give up and was really looking forward to seeing her beautiful long legs in something other than baggy dress pants.
A little wine and a trip to the local mall eventually broke the ice. The very helpful clerk, although easily a foot and change shorter then us, seemed to understand the predicament and began pulling clothes off of racks before railroading Amanda into the dressing room. "You're going to like this", she winked.
Amanda finally popped out and strutted across the store to where I was standing. Both female clerks whistled at her and I could do little more than stare.
A crisp white top hugged her body and the top few buttons were left open. Amanda sported a modest chest, but the hint of black lace shown through the opened buttons was very sexy.
The leather skirt would probably have fallen close to the knees of an average girl, but now lived mid thigh, revealing toned legs that looked even more cut by virtue of a pair of 4" heels.
Tall shoes have never been in Amanda's wardrobe and in the past she'd lamented over being unable to wear them due to her Amazonian height.
The simple outfit that would barely draw a second glance on a lesser woman transformed my lovely GF into an absolute goddess and she seemed to eat up the compliments from customers and store personnel.
"I've never worn anything this racy and I'm not even sure I can walk in heels." Blushed Amanda
My new favorite clerk came over with several more outfits and handed Amanda a piece of paper. "My best friend is pretty tall and buys stockings and other things online from this company, they specialize in sexy tall girls stuff and she swears by them".
Amanda's face glowed as the team dressed and undressed her like a giant Barbie doll. At one point they even left brought back more shoes from a neighboring store.
The next reveal was even more stunning. A short skirt and platform stilettos had Amanda towering over the help and easily eye to eye with me. She knew she looked good and beamed with sexy pride.
Strutting over, she whispered in my ear "I'm going to fuck you so hard when we get home." In an uncharacteristically breathy tone.
The day ended with several bags of new kit and a dreamy, happy looking Amanda. We no sooner made it into the door, she grabbed a bag and bee-lined it for the bedroom. I poured a strong drink to help ease the pain my bank account had just suffered.
Beverage in hand and having sorted through some mail, I headed into the living room. My eyes nearly fell out of my head as I was greeted by the sexiest Amanda yet. Her long brunette hear was loose around her shoulders, lips bright red and eyes surrounded by smoky makeup. The tiny lacy bra barely covered her 32B chest and her nipples were uncharacteristically hard. Her tiny thong was framed by garters holding up matching lacy black stockings and feet perched in shiny stilettos.
"The clerk found these for me, while you were paying, do you like? Today made me feel sexier and more confident with my body than any other time in my life, I've never been this turned on and I really need you to fuck me." Exclaimed Amanda
Her newfound confidence and nearly eye to eye contact was hot as hell. I could have just stared for hours, although pieces of me had other plans.
We kissed like horny teenagers as I carried her into the bedroom. Dropping her on the bed, I ditched my clothes and pushed her knees up. The tiny thong untied at the sides as if designed to be quickly discarded and I had my face between her legs in no time.
Amanda moaned "Oh fuck, that's so good, lick me, push your tongue into my pussy, I'm so wet for you and I need to cum so bad, please make me cum...."
I licked and sucked, all the while running my hands up her incredible thighs. Amanda's engorged clit was soon in my mouth and I applied a light suction as my tongue twirled across the tip. Meanwhile she twisted and pulled at her own nipples.
Amanda's hips left the bed and her leg quivered in a bucking orgasm that very likely would have alarmed my neighbors if I'd had any.
"Aahhhh, fuck, fuck fuck, god that feels good, keep sucking on my, ahhhh, I'm cumming, fuck, you're making me cum uhhhhh." Groaned Amanda, now unable to form full sentences.
I eased up when her legs collapsed to the bed. Eye level with her mound, I watched the steady rise and fall of still heavy breathing, perky boobs that were somehow no longer covered in lace and a satiated expression topped by half closed eyes.
After admiring the epic view, I grabbed a towel to dry us off as Amanda tried her best to regulate her breath.
Still in heels, hair now disheveled and those gorgeous legs dominating most of the bed she was a sight to behold.
I kissed my way up her lengthy thighs and patted the towel on her soaked core before giving her pussy a last kiss that elicited an appreciative groan. She rarely let me lick her pussy, so I was careful not to push my luck too far.
"Ok, I was wrong, you should lick me more, I promise to never push you away and my god, I will do anything you ask, as long as I keep cumming like that." Extolled a breathy Amanda.
