So there I was looking for a date on the internet.
"How had it come to this?" I wondered.
I'd never been short of female company, from a young age. In fact, I'd never really had to try. I just had to smile, tell them they were beautiful and how lucky I was to be with them. But it had been a couple of months. Maybe I had to face the fact that I was getting older. After all, I was now 32. I guy can't expect to pull pretty young girls all his life, even if he is 6" with a lean muscular body, a boyishly handsome face, and a good line in chat. I debated this whilst I checked out the profiles.
"Where have all the good men gone?" asks one girl.
"Hmmm."
Another tries to tempt me, "Keep reading....You might get lucky :O)."
"Ah, no thanks."
Pages of them, and all of them had been on the website that day. All of them 'nice girls' I'm sure, but somehow there wasn't any spark. All of their profiles were too similar, too earnest. Where was the sense of humour, the confidence in their attractiveness? Most of the photos didn't help either. I was just about to call it quits when I saw her.
I'd have to admit it was the photo that caught my eye first. Not a very good photo actually. It was small, too dark, and she was wearing black. But I could see this pretty little Chinese face, with long straight black hair cascading down across her shoulders as she lay backwards on an arm chair. Then I realised how small she looked in the chair. I looked across at the text. 23 yrs old, 4"11' and 86lbs. My god she was tiny, more than a foot shorter then me and less than half my weight. I would break her in half.
She hadn't written very much.
"I have just moved to Melbourne (Australia). Working hard but still lots of time for more. Could you be the one to show me what this big city has to offer?"
Not much to pin my hat on and not very original but she had my interest. I looked back at the photo. Was that the curve of her breast hidden in the shadow? I couldn't tell but if it was, they were big. Very big for a girl her size.
I had to find out more. She was so pretty and she looked sharp. I've always liked intelligent girls. I even have a thing for girls with glasses. To me they look sexy. And then there was her body. If I was right, she was petite but with large, perfectly formed tits.
I typed a response. Just a few words. I complimented her on her bravery in moving on her own to a new country, how smart she seemed, and her beautiful, long, lustrous hair. I told her I would make her feel very welcome in Australia . I hit send.
I couldn't stop thinking about her the next day. This mysterious and cute girl who just might have a killer little body. What would it be like to hold her in my arms? I'd be frightened I would crush her. And then there's my dick. I'm just under nine inches long and nearly three inches wide. How on earth would she be able to take it? Most bigger women have trouble.
I left work early and rushed straight home to check my mail. Fantastic! She had written back.
"Nice to hear from you. You sound like great guy. I don't like to type much so you call me."
Jackpot! Her phone number first up. None of this beating around the bush playing email tag not knowing if the person at the other end is who they really say they are. I had another look at her photo. Damn she was cute. But don't call straight away. Experience has taught me that if you ring too soon you look too keen and/or desperate.
So I waited, and fantasized about slowly sliding into her tight little pussy and her eyes growing bigger and bigger and rounder and rounder as she felt my huge cock filling her, more than she's ever had before, more than she can bear.
"Ben, are you okay? You don't really seem with us today."
I snap out of my daydream. Shit! I've got a meeting with the senior manager in five minutes about the new IT deployment. Roll on 6 pm when I can knock off.
Two days later I call her.
"Hi, it's your white knight come to rescue you."
Some people can get away with corny lines. I'm one of them. I find if you deliver them with a hint of a smile and a twinkle in the eye they can actually be very effective. But not today. Culture clash. She has no idea what I am talking about. But after stumbling at the first hurdle I manage to get her giggling. Her name is Sherry and she is from Taiwan. She's been recruited to help an Australian company break into the Chinese market. Her spoken English is very good but she says she doesn't write so well. Even better, she's living only about 15 minutes from me.
We're getting on really well so I decide that we might as well take the next step, "How about we have dinner?"
I arrange to pick her up from her place at 7pm on Tuesday. Not the slightest hesitation from her. Not at all frightened of letting me know where she lives.
I arrive at her door. It's in a cheap block of apartments but in a nice suburb. The door opens. Wow! Extremely pretty but so small. Like a tantalizing little flower that you're afraid to touch in case you crush it. A delicate but well-defined chin, full lips, big wide eyes, long eyelashes, finely shaped eyebrows, a small upturned button nose, and a flawless complexion. She's dressed entirely in black. A black top of some sort, hard to tell as she has a loose fitting jacket on over the top; so loose I have no way of checking if my suspicions are true. A black miniskirt exposing short but extremely slim and shapely legs covered in sheer black stockings. To make herself taller she is wearing knee-high black leather platform boots. The heels at the front are at least two inches and maybe four at the back. Even so I tower over her. She doesn't reach much past my shoulder.
I tell her she looks fabulous and offer her my arm. As I walk her ahead of me I check out her arse. Again perfect. Slightly bigger than normal for a Chinese girl, but still slim, toned, and magnificently shaped. She is wearing her hair loose and I notice that it is actually dark brown and reaches right down to the top of that adorable arse. I feel myself getting hard. This is always a problem as it's not exactly easy to hide.
Dinner goes well. I let her do most of the talking. She is incredibly sweet with a child-like excitement about even the most mundane things, but especially about her new life in Australia. And she's so pretty I'm happy to just look. I mean I've been out with beautiful women before, some of them stunning in fact. But this girl is making me feel things I've never felt before. Maybe because she's so small I want to protect her. I don't know. At the end I can barely remember anything she's said.
