Jane and Ted By Juno We had exchanged emails for a few months, but today was to be our first meeting in person. We had decided to meet for coffee at a location that was convenient for both of us. Actually, Jane, the person I was going to meet had picked the caf'. However, it was still a convenient meeting location and a fairly public place for our first meeting. I entered the caf' and was warmly greeted by a hostess. "A table for one?" asked the hostess. "No, there will be two, but I am to ask for "Jane's table," hopefully you know what I mean," I said. "Yes, of course, Miss Jane's table," said the hostess, "Please follow me." I followed the hostess to the rear of the caf' to a table near the corner. The table had two chairs, one facing the other tables in the caf' and the other chair with its back to the other tables in the caf'. The table was large enough to accommodate four chairs, but had only the two chairs. I started to sit in the chair facing out toward the other caf' tables, when the hostess said, "Please sir, would you please sit here, as she pulled out the chair which had its back to the other tables in the caf'." As I complied with her request, she said, "That is always Miss Jane's chair, she prefers that whoever she is meeting with, that they are pay 100% of their attention to her." The hostess tapped the back of my chair and said, "The person sitting here does not have the distraction of the other parties in the caf', therefore giving Miss Jane their undivided attention." "Would you like to order anything while you are waiting for Miss Jane?" asked the hostess. "No, I will wait," I replied. Just as I finished my reply, I heard, "Fantastic, you found the caf' and my table," from another voice behind me. I started to get up from the chair and turn around to meet the person I presumed to be Jane. However, before I could straighten up from the chair, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Please do not get up," said the voice, as the hand on my shoulder stopped me from standing up and gently pushed me back into my chair. With her hand still on my shoulder a woman stopped at the side of the table. Standing next to the table she extended her other hand to me. "Hi, I am Jane, you must be Ted, I am finally glad to meet you," she said as she took my hand in hers and we shook hands. Jane stood beside the table, holding my hand, removing her hand from my shoulder, placing it on her hip, looking down at me smiling and saying, "You do talk don't you?" I gulped and continued to look up at her. In our emails we talked about many things, one of which was our respective height. I am 5'9" and Jane said she was 6'2"; well she was not kidding about that. Not only was she tall, but also a big woman, not fat, just firm and solid. Jane also had long red hair, coupled with her green dress and size, she seemed to fill-up all the space next to the table. "Yes, I stammered, I can talk, it is just that you are so impressive looking, that I think you took my breath away for a few moments." Jane laughed as she sat down across from me, still holding my hand in hers. "Now that is about the best opening line that I have ever heard," said Jane as she smiled at me. The hostess who was standing by the table, laughed as she said, "Miss Jane, I agree, that is going to be hard for him to top, but before this love fest continues, can I bring you two anything?" "Betty, I will have my usual," said Jane, "in fact bring two, I am sure Ted will like it as well." "Here, I better give this back to you," said Jane as she opened her hand to release my hand. I had not noticed before, but when we shook hands, Jane's hand practically covered my hand. As I looked at my hand lying in her palm, after she unwrapped her fingers, it seemed as if her hand was twice the size of my hand. Then as if she could read my mind as I looked up from our hands. "I know I have big hands, I just hope that I didn't break anything," she laughed, "But you are just so cute, I didn't want to let go." I looked at her and said, "It is not just your hands Jane, and you are a big, tall woman period." Still smiling, but maybe not as friendly as before, Jane said, "Is that a problem for you?" Now I laughed, as I said, "Not at all, I think you look great, fantastic, beautiful, amazing, perfect, plus any other similar adjective, I am just waiting for someone to pinch me, so I will wake up from this dream." Jane's smile went back to friendly as she said, "Wow, two great lines within a few minutes." Jane then reached across the table with her left hand and pinched and twisted my right nipple, she laughed loudly as I yelled and jumped up from my chair, "Well I guess you are not dreaming, right Ted?" As I was jumping up from the chair due to the pain from Jane pinching my nipple, Jane's hand closed again around my hand and wrist and pulled me back to my chair. As I was rubbing where Jane pinched me, Jane's free hand came across the table again. I flinched and tried to pull back away, but couldn't, because Jane still had hold of my hand with hers. "Be still, Jane will make it feel better," cooed Jane as she gently rubbed my sore nipple. Jane looked up as a waitress was bringing the coffees she had ordered. Jane asked the waitress to put the drinks in to go cups. Jane also asked the waitress to put the order plus a 20% tip on her tab. Jane had now let go of my hand and wrist and was getting her purse and briefcase ready to go. Even though I was somewhat confused at the events of the past 10 minutes or so, I said to Jane, "Jane, please, this is my treat and did I do something wrong? Why are you leaving?" Jane stood up, smiling down at me, "Ted, your money is no good here and everything you have done is all good." "I am not leaving, we are leaving." "Now get yourself together and let's go." When I stood to go, Jane placed her free hand in the small of my back and guided me through the maze of the tables to the front of the caf'. At the front of the caf' she took the to go coffee from the waitress. She turned to me and said, "Here, you carry the coffee's, and then I can have a free hand to grope your cute little body." As we left the caf', Jane said, "There is a little park with some benches just a few blocks away, we can have our coffee there and get to know each other better." "That would be great," I said, as I hurried to keep up with Jane. It was tough trying to keep up with Jane's long strides and not spill the coffee at the same time. After about a block, Jane said, "I am sorry, sometimes I forget that everyone's legs are not as long as mine." "Here give me the coffee, you take my briefcase, as she put the strap over my head and down on my shoulder." With her purse on her shoulder and the coffee in her hand, she placed my arm closest to her around her waist, and then put her arm around my shoulder. With her arm around my shoulder she pulled me slightly into her body. Jane then said, "This should help you keep up with me or at least slow me down so you can keep up." I still had a hard time keeping up with Jane. I almost had to jog to keep up with her long strides. But at the same time, being pulled up against her side as we made our way down the sidewalk was a great feeling. I just hoped that Jane felt the same way. Although it seemed to me it would be impossible that a woman as tall as Jane would be interested in someone my height, plus being smaller than her in body size as well. Again as though Jane could read my mind, she said, "Let's stop at the bench just ahead, so we can talk about us and drink our now cold coffee." Jane removed her arm from my shoulder, removed the briefcase from me and placed the coffee, her purse and briefcase on one end of the bench. She then sat on the other end of the bench and patted the bench seat next to her, signaling for me to sit down next to her. Jane had angled her body a little to her right, crossed her long legs, stretched her arm along the top of the back of the bench and said, "Have a seat Ted, I won't bite and let's talk about us, now that we have finally met in person." I sat down where she had indicated, turning my body a little to my left so we could face each other. Even sitting, Jane was taller than me, especially since we were sitting next to each other, unlike the caf', where we sat across from each other. At 5'9" and 170 #'s, I really never considered myself small. I realize that a lot of people are both taller and/or bigger than me, but until I was with Jane, I never felt so small. Plus now, I was feeling intimidated sitting next to Jane, a woman, who literally towered over me. I found it to be both strange and exciting. "Ok, I would ... " we both started to speak at the same time. Then before I could say anything, Jane placed two of her fingers against my lips and said, "Let me go first, you just listen." "First, let me say Ted, that I find you very attractive," said Jane. Jane continued by saying, "I also know that since we met at the caf', you have been worried about me being taller than you. I realize that we talked about our height difference in our earlier emails, but then we really didn't mention it much after that. But please don't worry about me being taller than you, because I prefer being taller than the men in my relationships." I started to speak, but Jane covered my mouth once again with her fingers. Smiling at me, she said, "sh, sh, remember I said let me go first." Laughing she said, "then if you are good I will let you speak, but please wait until I am finished." "Now, as you have noticed and commented on, I am a big woman, I stand 6' 2" tall in my bare feet and weigh about 195 #'s. I am also fairly strong, not just for a woman, but for anyone my size," she said as she smiled down at Ted. Jane continued, "Probably because of my size, I have always pretty much done things my way and tend to be rather aggressive. I think you would agree that in most relationships, the bigger and stronger person is usually the dominant person in a relationship. And normally in most relationships between men and women, the bigger, stronger and dominant person is the man. However, in all of my relationships with men, I have been the dominant person due to my size and strength. I am sure that I would be a dominant and aggressive person, regardless of my size, but with my size, I truly am the dominant physical partner in a relationship." "Now the question to you Ted, is can you accept me in the dominant role and can you accept the submissive role in whatever relationship we might have," said Jane. "Ted, said Jane, can you accept a relationship in which our roles will be reversed, meaning you will be submissive to me. I will be in charge and control of any relationship that may develop between us. You will both literally and figuratively look-up to me. The role reversal will not only be one of a mind-set type of relationship, but a physically dominant relationship as well. If your answer is yes to accepting your submissive role and my dominant role, then I am willing to go to the next stage of our relationship." "Now my small new friend, you may either speak or flee, your choice, laughed Jane. I just stared up at Jane, not believing what I had really heard Jane say. I have never had a relationship with a woman who was either taller and/or bigger than me. I also never had a relationship with a woman who was stronger than me, at least one that I was aware of. I always had typical relationships, where the man was either taller and/or bigger than the woman. Where the decision making process were basically equal. But regardless of the decision making process, the man normally was the dominant partner due to his superior size and strength. But none of my past so-called normal relationships were either particularly fulfilling or satisfactory. Although outside the realm of what society considered normal, I always had a fantasy regarding taller women, then as time passed, not only taller, but stronger as well. Finally, I went full circle, thinking about women; that were taller, stronger and dominant - both mentally and physically. That is how I started with Jane, by surfing on the Internet dating and personal sites, searching for taller women, maybe even stronger and dominant women. Now I was sitting next to one, who had just expressed those same desires. "Yes, I think I can accept a submissive role to your dominant role," I stammered. "Yes, I would like for us or maybe I mean for you to take us to the next stage of our relationship," I said as I smiled up at Jane. Jane then pulled me from my seat on the bench to hold me tight up against the front of her body. As she held my head against her chest and under her chin, she said, "Fantastic, my cute little man, let's go to my house, now to be your new home, and begin the next stage of our relationship."