Where it happened: her house
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I remember that day like it was yesterday even though many years have passed. I remember that my life changed and I started to feel like a man. Before then I was a very shy boy and I spent most of my time in the gym and in the pool to train. At the beginning of puberty I had grown too rapidly in height and I had back problems. The doctors prescribed to wear a corset that I had to wear for a few years. This fact and my timid character did not help me in my social life in high school. I felt different and I had the impression that the other boys and girls in particular did not want to have anything to do with me. Now I know that it depended for the most part from me, but at that time I was not aware of this and I preferred to devote my time to exercise in the gym on my own. Hormone levels were increased and I felt a strong sexual desire but I hadn’t a girlfriend and the only outlet was masturbation. I felt guilty, I could not help but had to masturbate several times a day.
During the last year of high school, my mother decided that I need to catch up lessons in literature to prepare for the final exams because I had some low marks. I was not happy about this because I did not know the teacher and I was afraid that she was strict and I would have to engage more in the study. The literature teacher was a friend of my aunt, my mother’s sister. They told me that she was a very good teacher who worked in another school. My aunt had told me that her friend was a person with a disability and that she would put me at ease because she had a lot of patience. I did not know who I would be in front. I took the bus and went to the address they gave to me. I had just turned 18 years old and I had not even a driver’s license to drive a car. When I rang the doorbell and she opened to me, I stood for a moment in surprise. My aunt told me about the type of disability that her friend had, but it is one thing to hear a description and one thing to see in person. She was a young woman suffering from dwarfism. She had noticed my embarrassment at the time, she joked about our difference in height and took me into her house (I am 198 cm, 6 feet 6 inches tall and at that time for my height and my physical structure I could look older than I was).
To break the ice she asked me to talk about myself, what I liked to do in my spare time, my favorite school subjects, my difficulties in academic subjects.. Then she told me about herself, about her particular condition and how she organized her life because of this. She said she had 36 years of age but it did not seem real to me, she looked much younger. I would have guessed no more than 25 years of age. She also told me to be 92 cm (3 foot) high, this was an obvious fact, but to be honest, after the initial amazement, the thing I noticed immediately was her face. She had a very sweet face with a beautiful smile, big eyes and a lovely small mouth. I do not recall seeing a woman’s face more beautiful than her so far. We sat facing each other on opposite sides of the desk in her studio. As she spoke she looked at me in the eyes and seemed interested when I answered her questions. On that occasion, sitting next to the desk, I could see only the top part of her body and to me she looked like a normal woman, I would say that she was a beautiful woman. Sitting on the other side of the desk, only some aspects showed that she was special. When she handed me some books that I should read and which we then discussed together, I realized she had very small hands with unusually short tapered fingers. Another thing that I noticed, and whose memory I thought for a long time when I got home, it was that her breasts, although hidden by the blouse, stood out on her very petite figure. I tried to look away but I could not help but notice this.
That was the day I met her. Somehow it felt like we had something in common because it was easy to talk to and I felt at ease with her. Non happened to me easily. She was an intelligent person and without bias and I had the impression that she really would have helped me to improve my grades without judging me. I had to wear a corset for the back up to the previous year, it seemed like a great handicap to me, but after listening to her story and after seeing how she had to furnish her house in order to do what people normally do without thinking, I realized that my problems were nothing compared to hers. She also showed me her car with the controls arranged on the steering wheel so she could drive using only her hands.
So I started to go to her house three times a week for the lessons . I went to her willingly, and it seemed to me that she was glad to see me. I really liked her as a person and as a woman, she had a lot of energy and was a positive person. She knew how to listen and did not stop at the surface of the people. She could see beyond appearances. We hit it off and it was nice talking to her. I liked her even physically, I did not care that she had a disability. When she spoke to me and explained to me literature, I listened to her but did not have to think about how good it was her face otherwise I was embarrassed and I was afraid she found out that I liked her so much.
One day, it was during one afternoon in April, I took courage and asked her a few questions about her private life. I have told many times to her about me, that time she took me into her confidence. We talked about our lives, our plans,our wishes. She told me that she was single for one year since she had broken with her ex boyfriend. She explained to me the reasons for their separation and the fact that his parents had not accepted their relationship. I kinda felt sorry for her. I could not believe how a charming and nice woman like her could be alone for a reason like that. I told her these things and I was sincere because I felt so actracted by her. It seemed to me that she was moved after she told me these things. We were sitting next to each other near the desk. When I became aware of her commotion I drew closer and tried to hug her. She hugged me very strong. That day, in particular, she seemed more attractive, it was a beautiful day, warmer than the other and she wore a lighter dress. she had a light make-up and a little lipstick on her lips. She had changed her hairstyle, she was brunette hair but the cut was shorter and brought out the beauty of her face. I felt the scent of her skin. I could not stop myself from trying to kiss her. I had never done so. I expected her to reject me. Instead she returned my kiss and I felt her tongue between my lips. We began to kiss passionately. I could feel her body against mine. Her breasts under her shirt against my chest. It was a completely new feeling for me. It was as if I had passed a border and I could not go back. I believe that this feeling was mutual because we continued to hug and kiss each other and neither of us could stop.
We began exploring each other’s bodies. At the beginning we played with our hands, hers in mine. Then she helped me to pull off the t shirt and began to fondle my chest with her hands. She caressed me and gave me lots of little kisses on my chest and neck. I wanted to reciprocate her caresses but when I asked her if I could help her take off her shirt she stopped me and told me that in the bedroom we would have been more comfortable. She got off the couch and told me to follow her.
I walked shirtless behind her, looking at her from behind. She was wearing leggings and a minidress. I saw her female form. She was very small in stature but, in her own way, was quite proportionate. Her legs were small but shapely and she had a cute little ass, very firm and a little protruding. She certainly was a particular woman. She was pretty, very pretty for me, perhaps a strange beauty, but almost stunning in her compact form. She filled her tiny figure almost to make it explode.
When we walked into the bedroom I knelt in front of her, hugged her, kissed her and began to help her take off her clothes.
When I saw her naked breasts I thought of going crazy. They seemed too large in proportion to her petite figure and they were firm. Her nipples were erect. She looked at me and her face was flushed. We hugged again, I felt her naked breasts against my belly, and then I leaned over to kiss her face, neck, and as I did so, ran my hands on her back down until it reaches her leggings to be able to lower them along with her panties. Her tummy was not fat but somewhat distended, her navel was very low not far from the crotch. More under I could see the small black triangle of her sex. I thought there was nothing more beautiful than the naked body of a woman. Was happening to me. I felt the smell of her skin and of her sex. I picked her up and carried her over to the bed.
I began to kiss her entire body from the neck and then down to the breast and lower, I liked to die to kiss her belly. Then she pushed with her hands over my head down to her sex. I kissed it and then started to use the tongue, I could hear her moans, it seemed that s he was trying to retain them. I wanted to insert a finger into her sex to feel like how it was. I asked her. She told me to lay my hand on her tummy and kept on going down slowly, gradually. I did as she told me and took off my hand slowly up to meet her clit with my finger first and then, the opening of her sex. It was very wet and I played a little with the tip of my middle wet finger at the entrance of her sex before trying to insert it. I did it slowly, as she had requested. I made a slight pressure and the finger went inside. was tight. I could feel my finger tightly wrapped. She breathed slowly, with deep breaths and I felt that the contraction around my finger changed along with the rhythm of her breathing. I tried to move the finger to be able to go back and forth and penetrate more deeply. I watched her reactions, the expression on her face, she had closed her eyes and began to sigh and moan, I felt her moans and her hands gripping my wrist. She had more strength than I imagined.
At that point I was too excited and wanted to make love with her. I could not resist, I had to do it and I told her so. As far as I displease to remove my hand from where it was, I got up from the bed, I stood up and took off my jeans and boxers. I showed me completely naked in front of her. I had lost the shame and decency. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, I went to her and gently took her hand and led it on my erect member. She also approached the other hand. I liked to feel her touch on me. I made her lie down on her back and tried to put me on top of her. She pushed me away with her hands and she told me that she wanted too but I had to do what she said and I had to let her take the initative first time . She said these things, looking into my eyes as if she was searching for the certainty that I had understood, then she smiled and reassured me with a phrase that I remember well: “We do not want a baby, do you big boy ?” She approached the nightstand beside the bed, opened a drawer and rummaged inside. She found a box of condoms. She handed me one. I opened the package, she saw that I was clumsy and helped me to wear it with her hands. I was overwhelmed. I felt such a strong urge to physically be inside her. I could not stop myself from confess her how much I desired her for all the time from when we met. I made her lie down on her back again, then I positioned myself on top of her supporting myself with my arms and knees not to crush her with my weight. I tried with one hand to position the tip of my member at the entrance of her sex and , when I found it, I tried to penetrate her. I could not, she positioned better beneath me, she put a pillow under her hips and she lifted and spread her legs for better facilitate me. At the beginning it was not easy, I had to make several attempts but it wasn’t her issue, she was very excited and lubricated. As I was to discover later, on the basis of the feedback and comments of the women I had sex over the years , including several escort and now the woman I married, it seems that my penis is above average in size and some women at the beginning of sexual intercourse require extra lubrication and more foreplay. I finally succeeded to fit the glans inside with the help of her hand. She whispered to move gently. I was very excited. was the first time I was inside a woman. was wonderful, the feeling, the emotion of being inside her. I tried to kiss her but I could not reach her mouth because she was too low due to our difference in height. So i concentrated on the move. My instinct would take me to push all the way since I was able to enter , but she asked me to do it slowly and, considering the situation I agreed and so I tried to push, slowly as she had asked to me. But I was too excited and the feeling was too strong to be able to help myself. Even if the penetration was only partial I reached the orgasm and I came inside of her filling the condom until the contractions of my member ended. I was sorry not to be able to hold out longer.
We talked a little lie down on the bed, then she showed me where the bathroom was, I went to take off the condom and wash me, and I went back to her. It was easier to talk after making love. She reassured me, she told me that I was good, and that now she knew she could trust me. I told her I did not know any woman like her, that she was different from the girls of my age. I confessed to her that the day when we first met I found her very attractive and desirable and that I just wanted to hug and kiss her and then, that I had felt like it was, I never wanted to stop. She confided to me that she had often thought of me and that she felt physical attraction for me but the fact that she was a teacher and I a student made her feel uncomfortable, although she was not actually my teacher and we were both adults. She confessed to me that, from the point of view of physical attraction, she fantasized in the past about dating a really tall guy. She added that it was a stupid thing but often the fantasies have no logic. All men were high for her, even her ex-boyfriend was of normal height and however tall for her but I, as well as being very tall, was young and with an athletic body .
I did not think that a woman could find me attractive before then.
She looked at me as she said these things, and she touched me with her hands. I loved to hear her words and began to kiss her again. Was a mixture of tenderness and physical desire. I was a young man with lot of stamina and eager to satisfy my sexual appetite and, at the same time, I felt a great tenderness for her and the desire to protect her.
It was a pleasure to be next to each other, our hands intertwined, to enjoy exploring our bodies and our mutual proportions. Our bodies embraced, to feel her all enclosed in my embrace. Luckily what I had not in experience I had in strength due to my young age.
We tried again to have intercourse and this time went better. I put on a new condom. She told me to sit with my legs crossed like in a yoga position, then she sat down on top of me slowly, with one hand she was holding my shoulder and with the other held my erect member to direct it towards the opening of her sex. After introducing the glans, she lowered a little longer so that I penetrated a little more, then rose slightly without pulling out all of my member. I stood still, she was moving slowly repeating the movement and increasing each time the depth of penetration. I liked to watch her. When I got to the bottom she stood with her mouth open as if to hold back a sigh. I was inside my woman. I felt that I was inside of her, all the way down, I owned her . We embrace and started kissing. We remained stuck in that position for a few minutes as we kissed and we hugged tightly. It was beautiful, it gives me the feeling she was completely mine in that moment, not only mentally but also phisically. Then she began to move again and I tried to follow her movements to comply. When I was too excited she slowed down, then she resumed the movement. Every now and then she lowered a bit more and moved her pelvis during deep penetration. When I felt it was coming the moment, I grabbed her buttocks with my hands to draw her against me and, at the same time, I pushed my hips forward to try to penetrate as much as possible while my orgasm began. I did it by instinct. She gasped, I pushed until I could not go any further and I came deeply inside her filling the condom. After we were hugging each other while we were panting. I asked if everything was okay, she told me not to worry and that tiny women are no less strong than large ones.
That time was better than the first, It has been real intense for both of us , as she told me later, it was full of emotions and excitement and it seems that the secrets that we had confided to each other made the whole experience really hot.
I would have liked to stay a little longer with her. I still wanted to make love with her but she told me that it was late and I had to go.
That evening I called her, told her that it was the most beautiful afternoon of my life and that what had happened would remain a secret between us.
There were many others afternoons like that I’ve spent with her. Maybe we were imperfect individually, but together I had the impression that we were perfect as lovers, we could recognize each other by our smell.
I’ve never talked to anyone about our relationship, this was our secret agreement.
Maybe I was too young and immature for our story to continue and come out.
It was a long time ago. Here, however, I am anonymous.
I did not want to keep this secret to myself and I leave it here.
One last thing.
After that I had several relationships but now I’m married to a woman of very small stature.
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