I had worked in a library after graduating from college. It was kind of a depressing time, barely making enough to make ends meet. My social life was zilch. I was a studious type, and at 5'11 and rather flat chested, I didn't feel sexy at all. I had had a few relationships with men in college but they didn't work out well. One guy decided he was gay and started going out with another man (believe me, it does nothing for your self-esteem when you get dumped for a man!). Another guy really liked me until he got my shirt off, and I could tell he was disappointed by my small breasts. I thought of myself as Kari the erection killer. My self-image was terrible. I used to wear loose fitting blouses, and in public I guess I slouched my shoulders forward to try to appear shorter, and to hide the fact that my breasts were so small. I would never ever wear high heels.
At the library, I had known this fellow Danny for quite some time. He was interested in a variety of subjects and was always ordering special materials, usually involving his hobby of astronomy. I was pretty sure it was because he liked to talk to me, although a romantic interest seemed impossible because he was about five inches shorter than me, and moreover he was a very attractive young man, a Filipino, athletic with broad shoulders and a great smile. I didn't think a fellow like that would be interested in a flat chested beanpole like me.
Anyway, one day out of the blue, he asked me out! At first I thought he was joking, and I feared being the "odd couple." But no, no he said he really wanted to go out, and so I said yes! I felt my heart flutter. I had a date! We went to a little hole-in-the-wall Thai restaurant which was well known for great food if not great décor. We chatted, and I confessed I hadn't had a date since college. I also expressed my anxiety about being too tall for him. But he said it was not a problem for him, and at that point I realized that my height might actually be an asset. After dinner, I insisted that he show me his apartment. I wanted to see what a pristine bachelor apartment looked like, I said. Laughing, he agreed and so we went to his place. It was actually very well kept.
At that point, I figured that this was my chance, and Danny was going to have to make a decision that night. I got him on the sofa, and we started to kiss. Ooo that was nice! I again felt my heart flutter. He started to unbutton my blouse, and I felt a surge of panic. I didn't want him to see my erection killing tits! Instead, I was more confident in my long legs, so I wanted him to see them first. So I took off my jeans, and while I was at it, removed my panties as well. Within a few minutes Danny had his face between my legs. I felt his hands grope my slender thighs. Within a very short time I experienced climax, my first ever with a man!
Then it was his turn. Danny made some joke about hoping that he was big enough for a tall chick like me. But I assured him that his cock was beautiful and that I wanted to make it stiff, and that I wanted him to come for me. I asked him to lie on his back, and then I stroked and petted his organ and marveled at how stiff it had become. Fortunately, he had been prepared with a condom, and so it was a thrill to roll it onto him. Then, straddling him, I lowered myself onto his hard stiff erect penis. After a few minutes I found my rhythm sliding up and down on him. I teased him, "oh don't you like the long legged American girl! Don't you like that!" Danny protested that he wanted to hold back, but I promised he would have more than one climax (I had no idea what I was talking about but it worked). Soon he began thrusting hard and I felt his penis pulsing inside me! It was so good I started to cry. Our bodies shuddered together for what seemed like an eternity. Then gradually calming down, I told him how good it was, how great we were together, and laughed about my not being too tall after all. After a few minutes, still straddling him, I felt his hand petting my butt-and his penis was getting hard again!
