The Tale of Tall Tina

Just as Melanie got settled in with the other man, you saw the tall girl from the urinal line. She was walking up to the front of the group. The man she was with shouted, “I want a girl that follows commands”. Considering this was the second girl in 10 minutes he’d rejected, you figured that’d be a tall order.

You took the opportunity to call the woman over. It was crazy; as she was walking back to the line and while she briefly stood in it, you could swear she was on the verge of tears. Once you called her over though her face lit up like a Christmas tree.

As she approached you got a good look at her body. She was very tall; she had long blonde hair that went down to about midway on her back. She had smallish breasts but you figured that was due to her height. She was very fit and toned; her stomach was flat and her arms and legs were like steel. Her ass was quite cute as well; a bubble butt though it fit her frame.

She sat down in between your legs like the other Whittwomen had. Due to her size though her breasts were level with your head. Before you started any conversations or gave her orders, you spent a minute sucking on her breasts. The woman moaned in pleasure as you took her nipples into her mouth. You used your hands to grab the top of her ass cheeks and pull her in closer. You were amazed at how much more confident you’d gotten in the last hour and fifteen minutes.

“So what’s your name?” you asked. “I’m Tina, but everyone calls me TT for short. It means Tall Tina.” You followed up by asking her height. “I’m 6” 3” in bare feet though I’m 6” 7” in the heels we’re required to wear in the Singles Room.”

You thought about what you wanted Tina to do to you. You weren’t ready to come again just yet but you wanted to keep her around. Having anal sex with a woman for the first time would be all the more memorable if it was with this giant beauty.

You decided for the moment to have TT wash your feet. Another woman was doing it to a Whittman in the Singles Room and it looked relaxing. Plus, you loved the visual juxtaposition. A tall, fit goddess washing the feet of a short, unattractive man. That was sort of the Whittman philosophy in a nutshell.