Tall Shirley

Tall Shirley

I first saw Shirley as I stood in the queue to board a plane at gate 51, Gatwick Airport near London. You couldn't help notice someone like her and I was standing directly behind. She was so tall and beautiful. She took my breath away.

And in high heel shoes, she towered over me and everyone else around. I calculated that she was several inches over 6ft and I am...well...a short guy at 5ft 5.

She was even taller than the guy who was with her and he must have been a 6 footer. She was an amazon woman, but, perfectly proportioned.

Often, tall girls are skinny and nothing special, but not this lady. She was blonde, pretty and had a great figure.

I should explain. I have fantasies about tall girls,. They fascinate me. What long legs they have. And so easy to see and drool over when wearing short miniskirts. Just like this particular woman was wearing that morning. Those tanned legs, so long....so very long and shapely.

And here was one standing right next to me and making me happy. I eyed her excellent legs, making my throat go dry and getting me a hard-on at 7.00 a.m. in the morning. Would you believe it?

I day dreamed about what she would look like completely naked in those 4 or 5 inch heels. Man that would really be something, I mean she was tall, really tall and conjuring up thoughts about legs that go on forever......I just kept on looking at her.......

She was dressed fairly simply, wearing a short skirt and a cream blouse, but, she looked something special.

When she turned towards me, I saw that her impressive big breasts were more or less level with my face. Wow!

I made a point of engaging the guy she was with in conversation and it emerged that we were all headed for the same hotel, in the same resort in Spain. What a lucky break that was.

As the implications of that washed over me. My eyes glazed over and my head started to spin. It looked like I would be enjoying her exotic presence for a full week. Maybe, I would get to see her in a bikini by the swimming pool. But, hey, hold your horses, I told myself. We hadn't even left the airport yet.

I watched her stride ahead down a corridor carrying her suitcase, hips swaying in a fascinating motion.....exquisite...

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A day later, I was enjoying a drink by the hotel pool in the warm Spanish sun, when they came and sat next to me. I got a warm greeting as they remembered me from the queue at the airport. Less than a minute later, she took off her beach robe and stood there in a little blue bikini.

"Wow!" I thought, what a fabulous figure. This woman was tanned all over with legs that were as long and shapely as any that I had ever seen. And when I tore my eyes away from them I noticed her generous set of breasts. You could say that I was both hooked and fascinated as she took 3 quick steps and dove into the pool.

"34D" said Milt, her partner.

I looked at him.

"34D".......her cup size, in case you're wondering," he said.

"Actually," I confessed, "I hadn't got that far up."

He laughed. "Oh you're a leg man eh?...........yeah, I like them too and Shirl's got the longest legs you're ever gonna see."

Our conversation seemed to centre exclusively around Shirley and her various physical attributes. He also let slip, that before they met, Shirley had worked as a model in London. "Because of her height she got lots of job opportunities," he explained.

He told me where I could find video clips on the internet of Shirley walking on a runway. "They only last for about 30 seconds or so, but worth having a look to see how she walks and looks."

Just then, Shirley climbed out of the pool, all dripping wet and looking very sexy.....

"See you tonight, mate," he said, as he got up to leave. "You can book a dance with Shirl. She likes to dance and I hate it."

Sure enough, later that evening, on the small hotel dance floor, I found myself having a slow dance with her. She was wearing what seemed like 4 inch heels and was positively towering over me. It was ridiculous - the difference in our height I mean. I must have been 10 or so inches shorter, cos my face was nearly level with her large prominent boobs.

At first, I was embarrassed, as every time I looked her way, my head seemed to be burrowing into them.

"I'm so sorry" I stuttered, embarrassed beyond words.

"Don't be love," she replied. "I don't mind, honestly, I'm used to it."

Was it my imagination, or was she deliberately pushing those big boobs into my face?

My hands, at first around her waist, were constantly slipping down to her hips, which were swaying and undulating to the music as she danced. Then, inevitably, my hands strayed down to her curvaceous rounded arse. That also seemed to have a life of its own as it moved sexily around.

I was worried about my cock, particularly, when her body came into contact with mine. I had got a right hard-on by then.

She must have noticed it, because, despite myself, it was thrusting up against her time after time.

I looked across at Milt, but he was at the bar with his back to me and chatting to someone.

By this time, my hands were firmly around Shirley's bum, like I owned her. They seemed to naturally go there. Again, because of the difference in our heights. Amazingly, Shirley didn't seem to mind. Anyway, she didn't say anything.

I thought she'd had enough when the dance ended, what with my erection pushing into her and my face slavering into her cleavage, but no......

"Oh this is a nice tune," she whispered, enthusiastically, as the 4 man band produced another slow smootchy one. Once more my hands clung to her well-shaped backside and my face right up against her cleavage. My erection returned with a vengeance.....

The next morning, I was sitting in the dining room enjoying a breakfast when Shirley appeared and sat at my table. "Morning, I said, cheerfully, where's Milt?"

"Oh, he's having a lie in," she replied, "A late night at the casino. I left him to it."

"He likes to gamble, then?"

"Oh, yes, more than his good for him..... and his wallet."

She clearly didn't approve of this aspect of his behaviour.

We chatted for a while, about the weather, the hotel and the resort before she asked me.....

"Would you like to join me in a run along the beach?"

Would I?... I could think of nothing better, so we met outside 20 minutes later, her in a white top and blue shorts and me in joggers. The long sandy beach was just over the road, so we were soon alongside each other running next to the sea.

Half a mile later, her long legs had gradually outpaced me, giving me a great view of her rear. She was poetry in motion.

It was a beautiful morning and the sea view magnificent, but, I only had eyes for her. Those tanned legs, her sexy arse, Wow.

Thankfully, after she ran another mile or so, she came to a stop and let me catch up. Hands on her hips and a smiling face. Then we both had a rest with our backs against the promenade wall. That gave me an opportunity to get a few sneaky looks at her covered top, before she yanked it off to display her bikini. Then I was all eyes, as I enjoyed a more generous display of her large outstanding breasts. By then the sun had climbed higher and it had become warmer, about 85F I reckoned. I sighed happily nuzzled up to my dream girl. We chatted amiably and I got to know more about her. She was an only child who lived in Chelsea which I knew was an expensive part of the City. I could tell by her descriptions that she led a lively social life with many friends, I guessed also that she had many admirers.

"Ready to go back?" she asked, suddenly, standing up and eagerly running back the way we had come. Despite an obvious hard-on, I ran after her.

I didn't see them again until two days later, when I was sitting at a table at an outside restaurant, next to the Hotel, enjoying a chicken salad and a beer for lunch. I saw them looking in my direction and waved them over to join me. Shirley was wearing hot pants and high heels. Her long tanned legs were attracting everyone's attention including mine. And I wanted them near to me.

"What are you having, guys?" I asked, as the waiter came across. Milt had a beer and Shirley a white wine.

When Shirley went to the ladies, Milt leaned over to confide in me.

"Thanks Buddy, We've run out of cash," he said. "My fault, I can't keep out of that damned casino."

"But, you're only half way through the week," I reminded him.

"I know, I know," he sighed.

"Look will you do me a favour and treat Shirl to a nice meal. She hasn't eaten much lately."

"Of course," I said......"you too," I insisted.

Just then, Shirley returned to the table and, believe me, they didn't need to be asked twice.

"This is very kind of you," muttered Milt, as they both tucked in to a plate of steak and chips.

Later, I was reading a book at the side of the hotel swimming pool and he came to see me. He was on his own. Apparently, the lovely Shirley was having a shower.

"Look, Roy," he said, after the small talk. "I know this will seem a bit weird, but, I have a proposition for you."

I gave him my full attention, but, if he was just going to tap me up for money, the answer was going to be no.

And, at first it seemed that way, because he said he was short of 200 euros to get through the rest of the holiday. He and Shirley had talked about it.

I was about to tell him that he wasn't going to get that kind of cash out of me, when he played his trump card.

"I know you like Shirley.......I've seen the way you look at her......she really is something, isn't she?"

I was nodding, of course I liked her. There was no denying it.

"The thing is......I could get lost for a couple of hours. And Shirley said she would come to your room."

I turned and looked at him as the implications of what he was saying sunk into my brain.

I was gobsmacked. Absolutely gobsmacked.

"Look, don't think that she makes a habit of this. She wouldn't do this with just anybody, and hasn't," he added quickly. "I can tell you that. It's just that we were talking about our dire circumstances and she came up with this idea. She thinks you're cute and you two get on well, don't you?"

I couldn't answer. My throat had suddenly gone so very dry. Shirley, the beautiful woman who had captivated me since I first laid eyes on her. Those incredible legs, that figure, those tits....Jesus!

The long and the short of it was that I used my bank card to draw out 200 euros. My cash card was only there for emergencies, but if this wasn't an emergency then I don't know what was.

"Milt was waiting in reception as I slipped him the cash. "Right," he said." I'll go and tell Shirl and she'll give you a knock. Give her half an hour. She's about ready anyway."

I know what you are thinking. This is a con. Shirley won't come to my room and would probably deny all knowledge of our little deal. I must admit I feared so too, BUT, we would all be wrong because at 2.30 p.m. precisely, there was a little tap on my door. When I opened it there was Shirley in full make -up and looking incredibly lovely. She was wearing a short denim skirt, a white blouse and cream high heeled sandals. Beautiful as she was she just seemed to tower over me.

It was real. She was here. And, after I had convinced myself I had been scammed. My throat went so dry again that I could barely manage to say. "Come in."

"I'm all yours until 4.30 p.m. I gather," she said pleasantly, as she entered my room. "However, no sex," she warned me., waving a finger. "But, other than that I'm all yours."

Well you can't have everything, I thought, but, that still left a lot to be enjoyed. The mere presence of this beautiful woman in my room had just made my day.

"Would you like to see my legs?" she giggled. "Have a proper look? I mean, I know you like them."

I nodded, unable to speak at that moment.

From her standing position, she slowly and seductively took hold of the bottom of her skirt and began to slowly pull it up. This was done, tantalisingly slowly. An inch or so at a time, to give me a good look at her amazing legs and thighs. After that, she carried on pulling her skirt up to display her sexy blue panties and the flesh of her slim waist.

I gulped, as I watched fascinated, as all this bare flesh came into view.

When she got that far, she just stood there, still holding her dress up to let me have a real good look at all that she had displayed.

I couldn't take my eyes away. It was an unforgettable sight.

Finally, after this cock teasing display, she let her skirt drop back down. It was like the sun going behind a cloud.

"More treats later, if you're good." she promised, as she sat down and knowingly smirked at a man still reeling from her sensational leggy exposure.

I poured us both a glass of wine as I slowly regained the ability to talk, my mind in turmoil as I wondered what "treats" she had hinted at, would entail.

After about 10 minutes, I found out. She stood up and put down her empty glass. Then in front of my incredulous gaze. she slowly started to strip. I gulped. Was this really happening?

Her first play was to adjust her hair to enable her generous blonde curls to bounce down around her shoulders. The result was positively stunning. That prompted her to unbutton her white blouse to reveal her bra which housed her amazing large breasts. Reaching behind, she unclipped the clasp to allow them to fall forward into play.

"Wow," I breathed. Her naked boobs were something to behold. Normally, her legs were what I'd be looking at, but these beauties were definitely in a class of their own. I was about to reach out for them but she hadn't finished and she waved her finger to and fro to tell me this.

Because then, she unzipped her denim skirt and I was transfixed as I watched it slither down her legs to the floor. Seconds later, she kicked it away. Now I was staring again at those amazing legs which never failed to capture my admiration.

But hold! What next. It can't be. Is she really going to take off her panties?

I held my breath, as her thumbs went into the elastic. Time just stood still, as I waited with high hopes. Would she really show me her vagina? Or was she just teasing?

But incredibly and seductively, she pulled them down. I blinked as I realised I was getting a full striptease, nothing held back. I got to see her neatly shaved vagina, with enough landing strip hair to prove she was real blonde.

Then, as in a perfect dream, she was just standing completely naked before me, like the ex-model she was, tall tanned and lovely, just like the girl from Ipanema.....I just stood and stared. She was fantastic. Momentarily, I was gob-smacked. Frozen in time.

I sank to my knees and shuffled along to her shoes. My hands immediately feeling upwards to her well-shaped calves, then progressing further to explore the cool smooth skin of her long sexy legs. My lips kissing them all over up to her incredibly shaped thighs. They were unbelievably smooth and shapely.

I was in a leg lovers paradise, because, not in my wildest dreams, had I imagined I would ever be able to do this. Those legs just seemed to go on forever, they were so long.

It was magic. God, I loved her legs, they were amazing....And, Shirley just stood there immobile and let me do what I wanted. Time just stood still for me as I enjoyed feeling her up.

Up and down those long legs and thighs my hands explored, again and again, the cool smoothness of her flawless skin, all that tanned loveliness for me to enjoy. For a leg lover like me It was an unforgettable experience. I could not believe how much time she gave me to fulfil my lustful dream.

I must have overstepped the mark when my hand cupped her vagina and my fingers probed for entry. It was then that I felt an erotic shiver coarse through her body.

"No", she said firmly, pushing my fingers away, "I have to keep something back for my boyfriend." She explained. It was obviously, a line not to be crossed.

I was momently disappointed knowing how near I had got to having my way with her, but, I somehow I managed to shrug it away. At least I had tried, and couldn't blame myself later. But I was able to feel and kiss everywhere else and how good that was.

Finally, I got up and straightened my knees. Then I drew her in close. We hugged. We kissed. My hands slid down her back an settled on her delightfully shaped bare ass. What a woman. So tall and leggy. She was everyman's fantasy sex doll.

"I love your legs," I told her. "I think I'm in love with them."

She laughed, "silly boy. Let's lie on the bed for a while and make out. I need a few kisses and cuddles."

So, that's what we did, as I groped and kissed her all over. I was in seventh heaven having free access to everything she had. First, she lay on her back with one knee raised....... Then, later, she turned over and pushed up her bum. Either way was sheer delight for me.

We must have lain like that on the bed for some time, because, it was four o clock before we got up and showered together. This time I got to rub my hands all over her wet naked body.

I guess she thought it was time to calm me down, because, she quickly dried herself off and put on some clothes. Our time together was coming to a close.

"Thanks to your generosity I have really enjoyed this holiday," she said. "Otherwise, it would have been pretty miserable."

Don't you resent Milt and his gambling? Making you come to my room like this?" I asked her.

"Umm well yes and no, I suppose. I'll leave you to work that out."

I blinked and thought about it. Did YES mean that she resented him losing money and almost spoiling their holiday and NO meaning that she hadn't minded coming to see me and what we had got up to. The strip, the fondling the kissing etc. Wow, it was a mind boggling thought.

Before she went, she treated me to a view of her putting on some nylon stockings. As she did so, she got my full attention, I just sat and enjoyed the display as she peeled them on slowly, one leg then the other, stretching them out to emphasise their undoubted magnificence. Once they were on she joyfully danced around the room swinging her legs and bum all over. I just sat and watched her, truly mesmerised.

As she went out the door, she turned and smiled, "It's been nice," she said. "Hope you enjoyed it."

"Oh yes", I replied. "You're a beautiful woman."

I watched her walk away along the corridor focusing on her long legs and swaying hips. She was really something. And for the umpteenth time I wished she was

my

girlfriend.

She must have known very well what I felt about her and what she was doing to me, and, no doubt, I was not the first to come under her seductive spell. For me, however, life had never been so good and I knew I was going to be devastated, if, after the holiday, I never got to see her again.

Later, I got out my laptop and looked at the particular webpage that Milt had told me about. There I watched a succession of amazing women model swimsuits and bikinis, as they walked seductively up and down a runway in a fashion show. After a while, I spotted Shirley doing her thing and looking fantastic in a skimpy blue bikini. She knew how to walk and display herself and stood out among the other girls because of her height. And of all the models she had the best legs. Legs that I had kissed and felt up that previous afternoon. I knew I would look at those pictures of her walking sexily up and down..... over and over again.

That evening in the hotel, we had the last of the slow dances together on the dimly lit dance floor. My hands were all over her sexy arse and I kept on nuzzling into her bosom. What a great holiday it had turned out to be.