Jake entered the Subway and turned left. The carriage was full, so he had to walk for a bit until he found a place to stand. As soon as the train got moving, he noticed something. A tall woman. Very tall, at that. Jake guessed around 6'4". She stood with her back to a glass pane dividing rows of seats, facing away from Jake. His stop was still a while away, and the subway continued emptying. He reached his stop and got off. Looking back, he saw her still standing where she stood before.
The next day he took the subway home again. The carriage was not as full this time, so he quickly found a seat. Just before he sat down, he saw her again - standing exactly where she stood yesterday. Instead of taking a seat, he decided to get a closer look. As he approached her from behind he couldn't help but notice her beautiful blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. The closer he moved, the taller she seemed to be. He wasn't short, at 5'10", but somehow this woman towered above him. He walked past her and continued taking a couple steps before coming to a halt. He turned around to finally see her face.
Angelic would have been an understatement. Her light blue eyes and high cheek bones gave her face a dream-like beauty. He guessed her to be in her mid 20s. He quickly looked away before she might catch him staring. But he felt that she noticed anyway. Every now and then he'd glance over to her, unable to resist the temptation. The subway emptied further. Two stops before he had to get off, he noticed her moving. Moving towards him. The seats near him were empty. She sat down on the window seat.
This was the first time that Jake got a good look at her. He looked at her through the reflection in the window so she wouldn't notice. The first thing that caught his eyes was her size. The size of her ass, more specifically. It took up her entire seat and almost half of the seat next to her. His eyes moved down to her thighs, which were just as impressively massive. Not fat. Massive.
She wore very tight leather pants and a leather jacket, which ballooned out in front of her chest.
He heard his stop being announced, but something came over him. Perhaps confidence, perhaps pure lust. He decided not to get off, but to instead sit next to her.
As passengers moved towards the exits, he sat down on the seat directly next to hers. She shuffled away from him to try to give him more space, but that didn't help much. It took him a while before he had gathered enough confidence to initiate a conversation. He looked up at her: "I've seen you a few times already. Do you also go to uni?" Suddenly he realized how embarrassing this was for him. She was miles out of his league. But her response was warmer than he expected: "No, but I'm a freelance artist and travel a lot." She looked down at him and gave him a grin.
"What kind of artist?"
"Well, let's just say it has something to do with my height."
"So you're a model?"
"I guess you could say that. You think you can guess how tall I am? Nobody ever guesses correctly."
He was startled by her sudden playfulness.
"When I saw you standing you seemed really tall. I'll guess six foot... Uh, four." She shook her head.
"Oh, come on. You can do better."
"Fine. Six five."
"Getting closer..."
"Taller than six foot five? No way."
"Yes way. I'm six foot seven barefoot."
"Six foot seven? That's pretty, uh... tall."
His gaze drifted down to her shoes, which cleary had platforms.
