“Let me take your coat.” His voice comes out husky and I swear to god my knees buckle a little. He steps around to stand behind me, and our height difference is marked at this proximity. I barely reach the man’s chest, even in my heeled boots. I’m a curvy girl with thick thighs, a soft stomach, and tits I wish were bigger to give me more of an hourglass shape. I know how to dress in order to feel myself, yet, no matter what, there’s no disguising the fact I’m short.
