"Sometimes I have felt like a mutant also," I went on. I babbled about what it is was like to be an extremely tall girl, over six feet tall in junior high school. That was tall even for Russia, where there were a lot of tall people. I used to be nicknamed the zhiraff (giraffe), and I felt like a freak. It was only in basketball that I started to build some self esteem, as for the first time I was actually cheered for being so tall. I also caught on that some people were ogling my legs when I played, and by the time I turned pro in America, I was a bit of a sensation. Well I don't know that that was very helpful, as there is a big difference in being unusually tall versus having a differently sexed organ, but my point was that some people might not be turned off by physical characteristics, while others might really be attracted to you. That seemed to help you calm down, and you spent the rest of the night sleeping like a baby in my arms. I was a bit restless, but eventually I drifted off to sleep as well. I dreamed about your pretty face and shapely hips and slender legs and firm breasts. I liked the fact that you were of average height but that you seemed to be okay to be with a very tall partner like me.
The next morning we had more hugs and kisses, but I was careful to make sure that I didn't press up against you too close, too soon. I wanted to make it clear that I was going to be supportive, but I did not want to push you too quickly.
You telephoned me the next night, and the night after that. And then we went out again, this time to a modern dance concert, and we sat way in the back so that we could chatter without disturbing others in the audience. We critiqued the music and the dancing, and-how naughty we were- chatted about the dancers' bodies. I like modern dance much more than ballet, because in ballet the dancers all look anorexic (yuck!). Modern dancers are much more sexy. You agreed, and pointed out one of the dancers who was taller than the others. That made me feel good, because I am well over six feet tall, and not everybody likes very tall women. But you made it clear that that was not an issue for you (yes I also have my own list of insecurities!). And yes, I am well aware that some people REALLY like tall women, and ESPECIALLY my long legs. I was already suspecting strongly that you were like that.
During the intermission we chatted playfully about the male dancers. Of course, dancers have to wear a special jock strap thingee, to make their crotches look right. I think you liked hearing me making silly irreverent remarks about male crotches, and their jock strappy under garments. And perhaps you realized that I might well get along with the right cock, be it male or shemale.
So you took me back to your apartment and you made up some herbal tea, and we chatted about choreography and set design and all sorts of wonderful things that go into dance performances. I sat across from you sipping tea listening to your ideas. I was wearing a clinging blue dress, and somehow it just "accidentally" rides up when my legs are crossed so that you can say about 90% of my thighs. Haha! Yes! I caught you looking! I had made up my mind that I was going to do my best to seduce you. Out of politeness, I tried to play it cool, but to tell the truth when I'm with the right person (like YOU, sweetie), I just feel totally irresistible and confident when I know my thighs are being looked at. After all, I am She With the 40 Inch Inseam!
You were wearing a pink dress, kind of elegant, as was suitable for a dance concert Your opaque white hose that made the whole outfit seem warmer and more cozy. We soon wound up sitting together on the couch, which was actually a Japanese style futon bed that folds up to become a couch. I liked it because it was big enough for a two meter sized Amazon, and it was the perfect place to cuddle you.
"Illyana I know my shecock wants you."
Your abruptness kind of surprised me, but I was going to be oh-so-cool. So I smiled sweetly, and said, simply, "When you're ready..."
Wowzers, you were so ready! "Illyana, mutant or not, whether you reject me or call the cops, I'm going to show you what I have."
Gulp! I swallowed nervously. Now you were lifting your dress for me. I could see you trembling as the dress revealed your white hosed kneecaps and your beautiful slender beautiful thighs. Oh goodness! Then I saw that you were wearing a special pantyhose, crotchless in fact. And there was your rich dark pubic hair, much darker than your strawberry blonde hair
" You look perfectly normal to me," I said simply. Was this mutant story all an error?
"Hold me!" you replied insistently, so I did! We held each other tenderly for several minutes, kissing with a full open mouth French kiss. Ooh! I felt your hands unbutton my black blouse and fiddle with my bra. My breasts don't exactly spring into action (after all, I've had two children! Ahem!), but your small cool hands seemed eager to cup my breasts and lift them. That got their attention.
Finally, you said, "Look now." and I looked at your crotch. There standing up straight and proud was the cutest most beautiful shecock I had ever seen. She was unblemished, with soft pinkish white skin. You had maybe three inches, and I could see had perfectly formed but small balls as well. Then I saw you look me in the eyes, perhaps fearing I might reject you.
"She's beautiful." I replied simply. "Yes, she's so, so, beautiful. Whatever she needs, whatever she wants, when you're ready..."
Then more tears as you hugged me ever so tightly and kissed me.
"I was so fearful that you might reject me, Illyana!"
Then you almost tackled me, getting me flat on my back on the futon. Not that I was in any way resisting. In fact, being on my back is another confidence builder for me. So I obliged you by spreading my legs, which was just what I had been wanting to do for what seemed like an eternity! I was delighted to have you eagerly lay down on top of me. Let's see what long legs and strong thighs can do for that shecock erection, I thought to myself. I felt your pubic mound rubbing against me...and I felt your shecock. Oh yes, you were thrusting your hips and your beautiful hard shecock was searching for me. Did I say three inches? Maybe six!
"Ochen krasaviya devushhka (very pretty girl!)! I exclaimed in my native Russian, and then laughed at my accidental lapse.
"Illyana, she's never been this big before," you said with a touch of urgency and pride in your voice.
I took that as my cue. I was already wet enough. I spread my legs wide, and reaching down with both hands I gently held your shaft with my fingertips. I was immensely pleased that you immediately gasped and then groaned a little bit. So I found the spot where the glans joins your shaft, and there is that special place of foreskin, and I tapped it just a little bit with my fingers. Taptaptaptaptap. Ooo, did she like that!
Your thrusts were very urgent and insistent, so I helped her find my labia, and so quickly, before I was quite ready you were IN! "Oh!" I gasped. "Oh!! I feel so beautiful with her inside me!"
Which was true. You were sliding in and out with short but powerful thrusts. I was going to go slow, but I couldn't calm down. I loved feeling your hip movements between my legs, and I started to buck my hips in rhythm. I took your hand and placed it right on the bottom of my thigh. "Hold me there!" I said, almost begging, and you responded. When your hand went to my thigh, I felt your shecock stiffen. Oh my God! Any worries I may have had about being too tall or too long-legged vanished. Now I knew that my legs and my beaver were PERFECT for your HARD and STIFFENING SHECOCK!.
