The Tall Club of New York City…the year was 1960

Memories start flooding back in my mind waking me up in the wee hours of the morning. With my I phone besides me, I start to write in Notes as I begin to think about the many adventures I’ve had during my life. One in particular that stands out is an evening at the Stratoliners Club in New York City.

It was not like the “Mile High Club,” making out in the lavatory while flying 5 miles high, not the exclusive “Penthouse Sex Club”…no, The Stratoliners Club was formed by a group of tall people. The men had to be 6’2” and over, while the woman 5”11” or taller. The first Tall Club in New York City was formed in 1942. With a severe shortage of tall men due to the war effort, two women — Gladys Brody and Ruth Kapner, took the example of the Tip Toppers Club. The club was called the New York Stratoliners. This club remained active well into the 1970’s, and was one of the original clubs in The American Association of Tall Clubs, which would later become Tall Clubs International when several Canadian Clubs joined.

The Tall Club of New York City joined Tall Clubs International in 1993. The club was started with a classified ad, to which twelve people responded. The club had over 480 people on its mailing list, and was growing steadily at that time, the 1960's.

I was employed by New York University College of Dentistry, teaching the Junior and Senior students in the clinics how to work with a dental assistant when I met Ceil, a 34 year old mother of two, single and the mistress of an older rich gentlemen. Ceil was 5'11” and a member of The Stratoliners Club. She took me (a 18 year old girl at 5'2”) under her wings and we became the best of friends.

“Bring a change of clothes on Friday, she said. I am taking you to the Stratoliners Club for their monthly dance.”

I was so excited to attend since the last time I was out with Ceil we went to see Ella Fitzgerald at Basin Street East which was a notable nightclub of the 1960’s in New York City. Several live albums were recorded there, including Peggy Lee’s in 1961. The club was located in the Shelton Towers Hotel, which was called at that time, The New York Marriott East Side.

Just imagine a short small girl such as myself, dancing with men that were over 6 feet tall. The top of my head was a chin rest for them and I could just visualize making love to such a tall man. There is a saying, that if you want to know the size of a man’s penis, look at the size of his shoe. Indeed, my vision was closer to their feet than to their lips.

As we walked into the meeting hall, all the eyes were turned towards me. The attention I got from the female group was easy to interpret.

“What is she doing here?”

“She doesn’t belong!”

From the males:

“She’s a cutie.”

“How did she get in?”

At that moment, Ceil interjected and said, “She’s with me. She’s my driver in case I drink too much.” Ha, I thought, good excuse. She was the driver and indeed she did drink too much.

My first dance was with a gentleman of 6'4”. I felt like a Lilliputian from Gulliver’s Travels. Nevertheless, we got on fabulously and he became my partner for the rest of the evening as well as his sex partner until the wee hours of the morning.

Ceil went off with someone else and said to meet her at the hotel entrance at 8:00 a.m.

So off we went, our separate ways.

As tall as Arthur was, I was expecting a cumbersome lover, but instead he was at ease with his size and virility.

We arrived at his beautiful townhouse, that overlooked the East River. It was beautifully decorated in the minimalist Danish style. It was a style of furniture and housewares from Denmark associated with the Danish movement, with designers such as Arne Jacobsen and Hans Wegner and associated cabinetmakers, which thrived from the 1940s through the 1960s.

He poured a glass of wine for me, took my hand and led me towards the bedroom. The music of Edith Piaf was playing on the Victrola. We kissed as he removed my clothing and as each item came off my body, he caressed and kissed that part as if he were savoring a delicious piece of chocolate, arousing my senses even more. When my pantyhose came off along with my underwear, he was down on my pussy in an instant. His tongue swirling around as if it were a lollipop to be licked and sucked. The juices were flowing from my youthful vagina. When he came up for air, I could hardly wait to see him naked. I helped him undress, taking his pants off those long legs. He wore BVD cotton underwear which showed off the size of his enormous cock. It was truly magnificent. Even without an erection, it hung elegantly ready at the slightest calling to spring into action. And spring it did, all 8 1/2 inches of pure unadulterated manhood, worthy or its owner’s stature.

What a wonderful lover, I thought as he slowly moved his maleness into me, one inch at a time. My hips raised up to meet his cock as I helped engulf him entirely. My face was into his chest close to his bellybutton…he was so tall and yet, when his cock was completely into my pussy, we rode each other never being aware of his tallness and my shortness.

He rolled me over. I was now on top. I enjoyed this position since I could look into his eyes and see his face. He was smiling. A lovely smile that indicated he was enjoying our time together. When I felt he was ready to ejaculate into my pussy, at the same time that I had an orgasm, I stopped him. We were not using any protection.

“Sit on the side of the bed,” I requested. He complied without regards to why I stopped abruptly. I took his large cock into my mouth getting the head sucked well as I used an up and down motion with my hands. I licked the underside of his penis and ran my tongue along the length of it fingering his large testicles at the same time. To give my mouth a rest, I sucked on his balls…one at a time and then started to use my hands again to bring up the pressure that kept his penis warm. I could feel his labored breathing and knew he was ready to come to completion so I didn’t let up. I used my mouth and hands at the same time until he screamed while he ejaculated. Then I eased up. My mouth filled up with an enormous amount of cum. I knew I could not swallow all of it so without him knowing, I let a good amount drip out the side of my mouth towards the carpeting. He was never the wiser. When he rolled over like the large revitalized being that he was, very satisfied, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I returned with a towel to wipe up the semen on the carpet. I returned to bed and we cuddled until early morning when he put me in a cab to meet Ceil for my ride home. He didn’t ask to see me again but I didn’t mind. After all it was a one night stand. It showed me making love to 6'+ or a 5+ doesn’t matter. It all comes down to technique. Bottom line…if your tongue can find my clit, you’re the perfect fit.

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