She was a vision.
Tall - between six or seven foot at least, her wide hips and large powerful legs were accented well by the tight black padded racing suit. What skin was exposed was the color of rich sensuous chocolate. Such skin included the massive, nah monstrous breasts straining to escape through the hole made when she unzipped the suit just a little. Around her neck was a soft red scarf that flew up like a cape whenever she moved. Her intelligent hazel eyes were framed by round librarian like glasses. Long wavy hair cascaded down her back a brilliant shade of green.
She walked through the party like an animal on the prowl. She sauntered from room to room radiating confidence and pure sexuality. She eyed the men and women in attendance with equal looks of lust. She dismissed them all though. It took someone special to be her prey and she would find them.
***
Taylor didn't belong here and he knew it. After all this was the college's athletic department annual shindig and he was anything but athletic. A small fellow with the body mass of a Chihuahua he was towered over by all these larger muscle bound jocks. When the editor at the paper gave the recent college grad the assignment he thought he had said athletics banquet so he had over dressed in a nice black dress shirt, khaki pants and blue dress shoes. His black bowl cut had been the butt of many jokes this evening.
"Out of the way shrimp," one of the football players said, shoving him out the way.
"Moron," Taylor muttered.
"What was that?"
"Oh boy."
***
She continued on to the next room and stopped in her tracks. A group of burly oafs were tossing a smaller man back and forth like a football. But it wasn't this outrageous act of bullying that held her transfixed. No it was their victim. Just seeing his helpless little frame sailing through the air like that excited her on a primal level. She knew by night's end he would be hers. Acting quickly she shoved one of the jocks to the floor.
***
His lunch was halfway up his throat on that last pass. He had long since given up on yelling at them to stop. All he could do now was let them bore out. Suddenly he hit something ... different. Whatever it was it was large and soft and padded. Then it felt like a pair of pythons ensnared him pulling him further into the softness.
"You should be ashamed of yourselves. Picking on such a helpless little guy, why don't pick on someone my size?"
The voice was powerful, the voice was authoritative, the voice was ... feminine? He had been grabbed by a woman? A very large woman it felt like. Then that meant these soft things he was being held against were ... her breasts!
"Now scram before I call the cops."
The thugs departed with their tails between their legs.
"Thank you," he told her.
"Don't mention it."
"You can put me down now."
"No chance in hell."
"What?"
"It's not every day I get to rescue a dude in distress. I'm going to enjoy it."
She carried him through the frat house to one of the less crowded rooms in the back. All the way the strange sight enlisted laughs and catcalls from everyone they passed. Finally finding a room she stopped and sat down on the floor in front of a couch. She sat Taylor on the floor between her legs arms still holding him tight. She then wrapped her legs Indian style sealing him in further.
"It's kind of hard to talk to you like this."
"I don't know about you but I don't talk with my eyes."
"Well no but ..."
"So just be quiet and talk to me."
"That doesn't ..."
She placed her gloved hand firmly over his mouth.
"Sh, before you can talk you must listen. My name is Nali."
She took her hand away cupping both of his with it.
"Just Nali? No other name but that?"
"That's the only one that matters. How about you?"
"Taylor Hench, reporter."
"Not a sports reporter I take it."
"No not really," he laughed.
"I bet you're wondering what I do now aren't you?"
"Kinda, inevitable."
"Well I don't think I'm telling you, not tonight anyway. A little mystery goes a long way, don't you think?"
"I guess so."
"I will let you know one thing."
"What's that?"
"Little guys really turn me on."
To emphasize this she pulled him further into her waiting body. Her hand grabbed ahold of the crotch of his pants and refused to let go. All he could do was gulp.
"In fact I've always had this ... fantasy about little men. Would you like to hear it?"
All he could do was nod.
"Excellent, it starts with me finding a little man I can't keep my hands off and getting him alone. And once I have him suitably restrained I'll open up my top."
There was a loud zip and he could feel soft firm flesh on the back of his head. Holy shit this wasn't happening, was it?
"Then I would lift my little man high in the air ..."
She then proceeded to do just that.
"... then I would take that sweet little man and put him somewhere where I'd never lose him. Somewhere very close to my heart."
What she did next was too incredible for words. With great force she shoved him down butt first onto her breasts. The force caused him to sink right into her cleavage! Warm flesh surrounded his body on all sides piling onto him with amazing force. Only his head remained exposed but just barely.