Night of Surprises
by TeleNick
Part One
It all started few weeks ago when I participated a national TV quiz and became a runner-up. Apart from some money I gained popularity: since then passers-by quite often recognize me.
Yesterday I was about to meet a friend in a cafe. I called in earlier, sat at my favorite table in the corner, ordered double espresso and prepared to wait when a very tall guy entered the cafe. He was wearing sport cloths and was probably the tallest human being I had ever seen. He stood at the bar and the top of it wasn't up to his crouch (while I knew that the top of the bar came to my upper chest, and I'm not that short at 1m70 - 5f7).
He seemed to be waiting for something or somebody, and indeed in 5 minutes a girl appeared at the door. Or shall I say "above" instead of "at"? She had to stoop entering the cafe, and then straightened inside (she was about 20 y.o., thin, with splendid blond curly hair, in black shirt, long black skirt and flat black shoes), and her chin rose as high as the top of the door of that old cafe with not very high ceiling and doorframes. I wasn't into the tall girl, but my jaw dropped.
I managed to fix it but it dropped again once the girl approached the guy who was still standing at the bar. Comparing to her he looked not that tall at all: she was at least 15 cm (6 inch) taller than he was! My amazement was interrupted with the melody of mobile. The friend I was waiting for said, she wouldn't come for some reason. For me it meant another lone night. Disappointed, I tried to lighten a cigarette but found that my lighter got out of fuel. Completely upset, I stood up and came to the bar to borrow matches from a bartender.
The tall couple was drinking cocktails but once I came closer the girl pushed her friend and said, "Look at that guy!" Then, she turned to me, bent down and asked, "Are you the guy from a tele?"
"Yes, I am", I replied looking for a bartender.
"Wow, cool", she said. "I'm Katie, this is Paul, and you're..."
"Nick"
"Sure, now I recall: Nick. Well, you're famous now, aren't you?" Katie turned to Paul and claimed, "I always wanted to have a TV-star as a friend. But", she added turning to me, "I thought you were a bit taller."
"You always imagine people taller than they are", said Paul smiling. "But they never happen to be taller than yourself, do they?"
"Stop teasing me! He calls me giantess and makes laugh on me", she complained to me. "How tall are you anyway?"
"Okay, I know what's gonna follow," suddenly said Paul, rising on his tip-toes and kissing Katie's cheek, "I gotta go".
"See you," replied Katie and after he left added, "Paul always has a job to do... You know, I'm so glad to meet you, Nick! You were really cool at the show... It's a shame that old bitch won at last! By the way, I have a couple of guests tonight; I bet they would be happy to meet you... And... One more thing... Don't take my relationship with Paul in the wrong way: he's just my friend, I like him but rather like I would like a female friend: he's gay, you know..."
She seemed to talk too much, but despite that - and that was pretty odd - I liked Katie: she was definitely very open and kind person and a beautiful young lady. The only thing I was worrying about was the height difference: the top of my head was clearly below her shoulders. I had never talked to anybody this tall before and felt a bit shy. Besides, it wasn't very convenient to have a conversation the way we were standing: I had to painfully crane my neck while she was forced to fold in her waist. But Katie didn't seem to bother, so I decided it would be stupid to reject her invitation: I was free, I was attracted to this girl and intrigued with her amazing height, face, and body... So, I said yes.
Her flat was only few quarters away, and the short walk was pleasant and disturbing at the same time. The good thing was once we left the cafe she declared, "Now, I'm next to a famous person! Let them envy", and embraced my shoulder with her left hand. I immediately laid my hand on her waist, and it was very unusual and very exciting to sense her left breast occasionally touching my face and to feel her solid hip softly pushing my right shoulder. On the other hand, however, people stared at us astonishingly; I can't blame them, I just haven't got prepared for this kind of attention.
Noticing my constraint, Katie said, "Relax, Nick, they stare at me, not at you. I kinda got used to that. You know, people are always eager to know how tall I am. Some brave men try to come closer to compare their heights with mine and even ask how tall I am".
"So, how do you react?" I asked.
"Well, I've nothing to hide; I say, I'm 2m13 (7f), and if they ask whether I play basketball I say, I do, but I prefer volleyball because this sport, unlike basketball, lets you to preserve feminine features".
2m13... I was shocked. The tallest person I've met before was my past neighbor who was 1m93 (6f4), and I always felt a dwarf next to him...
Part Two
We weren't the first guests at the party. When we entered Katie's flat, a guy and a girl sitting down on the sofa and drinking something greeted us.
"Hello!" Katie yelled, "Surprise, surprise, I brought up a star! Do you guys remember Nick? Nick, meet Sarah." A short red haired girl (next to Katie, of course: she was couple of centimetres - 1 inch - taller than myself) stood up and stretched her hand.
"Hi Sarah," I said smiling openly.
The next thing, however, ruined my mood.
"Nick, I do remember you: you were so damn good answering that stupid questions", proclaimed the guy rising on his feet high above my head, shaking my hand and, bending down to me introducing himself: "I'm Max". Then he came to Katie (he was only 10-12 cm (4-5 inch) shorter than her) and kissed her in the lips. "This is my crazy boyfriend Max", said Katie to me.
It was a cold shower. She invited me just to demonstrate her friends that she knew somebody famous. What a great honor! What a great shame...
"Will you excuse me", I asked the direction for a restroom.
All right, all right, I thought while washing my face with ice-cold water, you were nuts from the very beginning, did you really think she would be attracted to a shrimp half her height? You got a virus of star illness, man... Besides, that's not the end of the world: you can try and take a chance on the redhead, she's not ugly... better than nothing, anyway...
With all these thoughts I returned to the living room to find out that Katie and Max disappeared (they should be in bedroom, I thought masochistically). Instead of them a new couple sat down on the sofa, and Sarah was mixing cocktails for all. I stood at the back door, holding its cross-bar with my hand. To do that I was forced to stretch my whole frame but this pose was quite comfortable for me in this new environment.
"Here he is," Sarah claimed once I entered the room, "People, this is TeleNick I told you about... Nick, what would you like to drink?"
"Gin, tonic, ice and lime, please" I replied confirming for myself that she's not bad at all.
"Excellent!" she said. "And meet our new participants Natalie and Alex".
The couple on the sofa and myself nodded to each other smiling. The guy had broad shoulders and very long nose; these, probably, were the main features of his portrait. The girl, on the other hand, was a real beauty with short straight blond hair, big green eyes, sensitive but not vulgar lips and wonderful smile. They both seemed to be rather tall sitting down - long legs, long arms, long torsos, but I began to get used to this; after all, I was the shortest one here so far.
Sarah gave me a glass with a drink, and at this very moment Katie and Max, bending down at the door, stormed the room with basket full of wine and fruits in their hands. "Oh, Natalie, you're here already!" yelled Katie excitingly. "Come and gimme a hug!"
Is this a gathering of giants or what? I thought in unbelief looking at slowly rising Natalie. Maybe the sofa was too deep for her to stand up quickly, maybe I was just daydreaming, but the process of her getting up lasted like two minutes. Finally, she stood erect. All two-meters-and-something of her. She was incredible: this lovely smile, these huge green lakes of eyes, these apple-shaped breasts under a white t-shirt, and these unbelievable, endless legs that, thanks to short grey miniskirt, were exposing nearly a full length... The legs made one step forward, another one, and the beautiful blond head of her began to... lower towards Katie's head!
Yes, Natalie was taller than Katie - not too much, of course (I doubt there is a person on this planet - man or woman - who would be) but noticeably taller, maybe by half head. And she was barefoot while Katie (just from the outside) was in her black shoes - flat but still with 1 cm (1/2 inch) soil!
They hugged and kissed each other, and it was, I would say, embraces on the second floor. Then Natalie's boyfriend stood up. He was "only" a head taller than me; what a dwarf, I thought looking at the two towering beauties. How could Natalie let this long-faced freak go out with her!
Of course, I was trying to cheat on myself. Actually, his long face featured friendly smile and green eyes (perhaps, these were the reasons for them to be together?). But when he came closer to the girls it became clear that the top of his head reached only Katie's chin and was at the level with Natalie's shoulders. This, however, wasn't an obstacle for him to grab Katie's frame and kiss her nose favorably lowered down to his lips.
"All right girls, I think I should help Max to unload food in the kitchen", he said leaving the room. "And you don't forget about our guest star, will you?"
Then something incredible happened. Sarah put her glass on the table and, claiming, "I'm into the kitchen job too", headed to the door. She could come round Katie and Natalie who were standing on her way still embraced, but instead she chose to go through them. Actually - under. She simply squeezed between the female towers, just under the arch formed by their arms. Apparently, it was pretty easy for her to do that: Sarah didn't even have to bend. Bearing in mind that she was a bit taller then myself I could only imagine to be on her place...
Part Three
"Okay", announced Katie when only three of us left in the room, "I'm sure we'll have enough time tonight to talk about everything, Nata. And don't forget to tell me about growth spurt you obviously experienced since we've met last time. And now - are you already acquainted to Nick?"
She came closer to me and put her arm on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, Nick, you've probably been feeling abandoned, but I promise to mend my ways. By the way, I think, it's time for us to have a closer acquaintance..."
As usual, she spoke a lot. "You see, Nata, we only met earlier today and didn't have a chance so far to look at each other's eyes. Would you help me please?" With these words she took me under my armpits from behind.
"Sure", replied Natalie and grabbed my waist. It was embarrassing but yet exciting: steadily I had been lifted up to Natalie's eyelevel; thus, the top of Katie's head first - and maybe last? - time happened to be BELOW my eyes. My feet were dangling about 60 cm (2f) above the floor! I was absolutely speechless. Even my thoughts at the time were as simple as single "Wow!"
"I think, you look better this way even then on TV screen", declared Katie. "What's your opinion?" she asked Natalie.
"I... I don't know... I haven't seen the show... But he certainly is pretty..."
"Well girls, I must admit that from this point you both look gorgeous!" My embarrassment gone, my excitement rose, and I even began to fear that soon it would become visible for them. So I added, "But I'd prefer to be down there again"
"Why?" Katie pretended to be disappointed, "don't you like to be literally suspended between two young beautiful women?"
"Course I do", I said, "But I would rather like to be literally captured between four magnificent legs of them".
"Ha-ha, it's cool! Now I know how you managed to become a runner up fortnight", laughed Katie while she and Natalie simultaneously lowered me down. "All right, time for a drink, huh?"
Finally, we all settled down: Natalie sat next to me on sofa, Katie grabbed an armchair next to the table to be capable to mix some cocktails for us.
Then, Max, Alex and Sarah came back from the kitchen. Their shining eyes betrayed the fact they have loaded alcohol not only into the fridge but into themselves as well. So, we all were equalized. I mean, our moods, not the heights of course. The reminder of who was the shortest in the company followed some light meal and more drinks, when Katie turned up the volume of hi-fi, took Max's hand and declared, "We're gonna dance. Anybody?"
Having no doubts that within few seconds Alex would engage Natalie, I started to prepare myself to do the same to Sarah, when the tall guy unexpectedly came to the redhead and gave her a hand.
It was so much surprise for me that I felt completely lost. After a long pause Natalie took an initiative: she moved closer to me and asked, "Fancy a dance?"
"Sure", I answered automatically. However, in two seconds or so I almost felt sorry for my childhood when I learnt that that wasn't polite to say "no" to a woman.
I got up immediately and stretched my arm towards her. She took it and stood up too. The very first moment, everything seemed to be brilliant: I was looking directly in her flirting green eyes. The next moment her eyes already were beyond reach. Yet one moment later all I could see were here breasts. The moment she stopped standing up I found myself staring at her stomach.
I put my right arm on her waist but it obviously was too high. After 10 or 15 seconds I gave up and lowered my hand down on her hip. This helped, but not much, really. Music was quite loud, so Natalie had no fear to be heard by others. "Feel free to position yourself more comfortably", I heard her voice from the skies, "You can move your hand further down, I don't mind. The tune is long, and I don't want you to be tired soon".
Now, my hand was rested somewhere between her ass and thigh. Giving the height difference, long conversations were virtually impossible, so I was just moving slowly and looking around.
"Jesus", I thought looking at Sarah and Alex; her red head rested on his chest, "wish I could look at me and Natalie from aside now". It definitely must have been a sight: my hand on her left thigh, top of my head was clearly under her breasts, my nose near her navel, the lower edge of her miniskirt at the level of my chest...
Usually, while dancing with a girl shorter than yourself you have to lower your head a bit to keep a conversation. Now, all I could see lowering my eyes were two impossible legs ended up somewhere under the skirt, I guess, at the level of my collarbone.
I began to get used to the unimaginable dance with - I was absolutely sure - one of the tallest women in the world and certainly the tallest one I would ever have chance to dance with. By the way, I was the only guy she had been dancing with all the way. I didn't mind though, moreover, I was pleased but yet surprised with the fact that Alex never engaged her. He seemed to be satisfied with Sarah and didn't even make an attempt to switch to Natalie.
After a while Max turned down music and proclaimed, "Who's gonna have a barbeque? Max and I are pleased to invite you to the patio, guys!"
Everyone moved towards the back door. Suddenly, Katie asked me, "Nick, could you please stay for a minute?" "Sure". I replied being unable again to reject a request and staring in disbelief at Natalie.
Part Four
Before that, I thought there were enough surprises for a night. Natalie, however, proved, I was wrong. Preparing to go outside, she was putting a shoes on. Not "a" shoes but "the" shoes, actually. Nice, read leather shoes with 15 cm (6 inch) heels.
Then, she opened the door (which was up to her armpits now), waived us her hand, folded down and squeezed outside. She reminded me Alice trying to get into Rabbit's hole... I recalled the moment when I was standing at this door stretching my arm to touch the crossbar... It should be as high as 200 or even 205 cm! Yet it was at the same level as Natalie's armpits! Amazing!
My calculations were interrupted by Katie. When all except two of us left the room she came closer to me and I caught myself on idea that at the moment I considered her short despite I was still forced to crane my neck to look at her eyes. As I felt a bit tired of staring way up that evening I asked Katie would she mind if we'd sit down.
"Not at all", she answered. "Well, how you find Nata and all?" she asked once we sat on the sofa.
"Everything's fine. Everybody's nice and kind and..." I paused and unexpectedly even for myself added, "And tall. Including Natalie".
"Huh, you've noticed, haven't you?" Katie smiled. "You know, we used to be very good friends, we lived next door and even played volleyball together. But", she added, "I remember her a little shorter. Actually, a bit shorter than myself. About a year ago her parents moved out of town, and I haven't seen her since".
"Katie", I gained all my courage. "Why... Why Alex doesn't dance with Natalie?"
"No idea. Why?"
"You know, I thought, they are a couple..." I lightened a cigarette.
"Did you?" Katie laughed out loudly. "Afraid, I must disappoint you: they are not. Alex's girlfriend is Sarah".
"Sarah?!"
"Well, I see the reason for you to think the way you do. The height thing, isn't it? But as far as I remember, Nata never liked tall guys. She used to find them too selfish. Besides", Katie smiled again, "there was never a guy tall enough for any of us around, let alone her new height".
She swallowed cocktail and said, "Of course, it's been quite a while since we were close friends with her, but I doubt her preferences has changed since then. At least", she added laughing, "not as much as her height has anyways.
"So", she declared looking me straight into the eyes, "She's free. And she likes you, Nick. Don't be afraid of her. She doesn't bite despite her size. Should I say more?"
The small backyard was a site of fiesta. Barbeque, music, laugh... Seeing me coming out of the house, Natalie waved her hand and pointed at stool next to her. Even sitting I felt like a dwarf; her knees (she was on the heels) were more than 30 cm (1 ft) higher than mine. I ask her whether she was fancy a dance, but she refused pointing at her shoes. So, we just chatted and enjoyed the company of each other.
I knew quite a bit about Natalie. She was 19 - same as Katie and eight years younger then me; she lived with her parents in a town 200 km away; she studied pharmacology, she came here to her friends on a vacation; she had indeed experienced a growth spurt and added another 20 cm (8 inch) to her already outstanding height; now she stood 2m29 (7ft 6 inch) barefoot; and, she hoped, her growth stopped at last. She was nice and intelligent yet a little shy.
"People always stare at me as if I would a freak or something", she said.
"You're not a freak, you are not, believe me!" replied I passionately, "people just stare at you because your height is truly amazing. I mean, in the best meaning of the word... And... erm... it certainly is a merit outlining your beauty. You're absolutely gorgeous". I surprised myself when a moment later I realized, it wasn't just a word of politeness. What was that then? I had never been attracted to a taller girl before... Maybe the answer was, Natalie was not a tall girl; she was beyond tall...
"Thank you, you're so kind", she said. And Katie intervened again: "Well, guys, time to play! Would everybody come to the table please?" Obviously, she was born to grow up (and up grew she did!) and become a dialogue breaker, I thought to myself as I was following the others gathering around the patio table with six huge candles burned at the edges of it. Max turned off all lamps, and table became the only bright spot in the garden surrounded by dark bushes and trees.
Part Five
"What have we got here?" asked Alex stretching his long legs and making himself comfortable in his chair.
"We've got this!" Katie laid an empty wine bottle at the centre of table.
"Does that mean, we're short of drinks?" I asked.
"That does mean we're gonna play a table game I learnt when I participated in tournament in Russia", said Katie, "We will by turns make the bottle spin, and a person who did it must kiss a person being pointed with the bottle's neck. Of course", she added smiling, "you may try again if a person you have to kiss with is the one of the same sex".
"Sounds exciting", proclaimed Sarah and asked, "May I go first?"
The next 20 minutes or so reminded me Caligula movie. Well, maybe, it's light version. The bottle was spinning permanently; everybody was kissing and kissed and kissing again. I explored full wet lips of Katie, solid teeth and demanding tongue of Sarah, and even Max's long nose pushed in my check once. "Are all Katie's friends a bit homosexual?" I wondered. It was only Natalie I haven't had a chance to kiss with. Time after time she gave me a desperate looks but fortune wasn't on our side.
Once a turn came to Natalie again, she did it with hope drawn on her face. The bottle was spinning several seconds, then slowed down, and pointed at... Max. He turned to Natalie in expectation of another big kiss when suddenly she said, "Katie, it's a gift for you".
"Oh, thank you!" Katie was delighted. "What do you want in exchange?"
"Try a wild guess... Of course, I want you to pass me a kiss with Nick when you will get it!" Was I dreaming? Was that Natalie, this shy Natalie, who said this? Obviously, Katie must not have said more an hour ago...
She fulfilled the deal. Five minutes later I was kissing Natalie. Or, rather, was kissed by her. Her big strong mouth engulfed mine completely; her long fingers embraced my shoulders, then moved up and down - my neck and back were soon held by her hands. At that time all the others went inside to have another drink. Maybe, though, I was wrong, and they were still there pretending not to stare at us - who cares?
Part Six
I was lost in her kiss. Maybe I even fainted - not sure. The next thing I recall: me and Natalie sitting in a small room, not in the lounge, in another room, We're sitting on the couch, and their voices along with loud music are heard from behind the closed door. We're hugging and kissing, and there's a wardrobe right opposite the couch. And a giant wide and tall mirror on it. And we're reflecting at this immense mirror. Well, Katie's not a small girl after all, I'm thinking explaining to myself the hugeness of the mirror.
"Katie said, you used to prefer shorter men to go out with?" I asked.
"Do you know a guy taller than me?" Natalie replied. "If so, let us meet. But I doubt that. And, you, shorter guys, are better anyway"
"Better?"
"Well, you're not such arrogant, you tend to be proud to have a taller partner; I think, that's the way for you to prove everybody that you're bigger inside than outside... Then, you're just compact enough to handle".
"Wha... What do you mean - handle?"
"Wanna see? Stand up"!
I stood, so did she. Once again, I felt like a small child next to her. This time, however, I was able to look at her face. Through the mirror, not directly, of course.
Natalie made a step closer to me. Now we were standing right in front of each other; my head fitting very well under her breasts.
"Oops, I made a mistake this time", she said looking down at me regrettably.
"A mistake?.. You'd better stop intriguing me!"
"Well, all my previous dates were slightly taller than you... You see, it was very convenient to have them... Erm... Kissing my tits standing..."
Wow! I glanced at the mirror. Definitely, we were a couple worth a look. Her eyes were like two green suns shining high in the sky; her sparkling hair of a colour of wheat a little messy; her very feminine shoulders way beyond my reach smoothly went into round breasts; her flat stomach right at my eyelevel was seen under partly unbuttoned shirt; her skirt began at the level of my chin and ended at my chest, revealing impossible, absolutely endless legs; her bare feet... Bare?
"Where're your nice shoes?"
"As if I wouldn't tall enough for you", she smiled down at me.
"I didn't say that". I replied, "but as you complained earlier, you never had a boyfriend taller than you. And you still have got these shoes".
"Yeah, it's a mom's present on my birthday... But, as the heels are too high, I wear them very rarely, only when there's a very good reason to do that".
"And tonight you found such a reason?"
"Sure: it supposed to be a party with friends I haven't seen for a long time..."
"Well, now you have even better reason, haven't you?" I asked.
"Which one?"
"How you dare to ask! You met me! And, don't forget, I'm a telestar!"
Natalie, it seemed, decided to cut the debate we conducted sitting on the couch again: "Have you considered all the consequences? Do you really want me to put the shoes on?"
"No, I haven't". Yes, I do!"
"OK, but you've been warned". With these words she stood up and left the room.
Did I mention that she bent down in the doorframe again? Well, if not, it doesn't really matter. Because when she came back in couple of minutes, she dwarfed even herself as I remembered her.
She was absolutely stunning in these high heels. I was sitting when she entered the room. She made two steps toward me and asked me to stand up. "If you're not intimidated, of course", she added.
Frankly speaking, I was. Very little, but still. When I rose on my feet it seemed like nothing changed at all. Natalie's head and shoulders were as high above my head as they had been a second before. Even her breasts were now way, way up; I wasn't sure that I could reach them with my hand even if I would stretch it up. This, of course, was purely theoretical idea: I was too much gentleman to try.
Natalie wasn't a gentleman. She was a real lady. Incredibly tall, though. Once I stood she put her hands on my shoulders (to do that, she was forced to stoop a bit!), looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Well, my little star... Should I say starlet?.. Now you've got what you wanted. Like it?"
I was too overwhelmed to say anything. I had never seen a person that tall, neither could I even fantasise about a young girl of this impossible height!
Events that followed proved I should not have say anything to her: as if she felt less self-conscious wearing those shoes, Natalie decisively took an initiative. Standing right in front of me, she pulled me closer to her, then lifted her skirt a little and put its train on my head. She did it easily as the top of my head barely reached her navel. "What's she into?" I only had time to think. But it was I who was into. My lips. My tongue. My whole mouth. Into her fresh aromatic flesh. She just pulled a string of her white panties off, and I dove with my head into her young horny pussy. Straight away, standing up.
Have you ever kissed and sucked a girl's pussy standing up? You should try. It's incomparable. You'll never find a word to describe it. Neither can I. That's why, just repeating "you should try", I leave you with this: I have a date with Natalie in the small old cafe, and I'm not gonna be late.
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