Su Qingyi stepped into the exclusive private atelier located on the top floor of a luxury fashion building in the heart of Shanghai. At 178 cm (5'10") tall, she possessed the kind of statuesque, runway-perfect body that made heads turn and jaws drop. Her legs were exceptionally long and elegantly toned, the kind of legs that seemed to go on forever, paired with a graceful long torso that gave her an ethereal, high-fashion silhouette. Her waist was slim, her hips subtly curved, and her perky C-cup breasts sat high and firm on her chest. Her skin was flawless porcelain, her face sharp and beautiful with fox-like eyes, high cheekbones, and naturally full lips. Today, her long black hair was tied in a sleek high ponytail that swayed with every step.
Because it was a private fitting for a custom red-carpet gown, she had dressed minimally to make measurements easier. She wore only a tiny white sports bra that barely contained her breasts and a pair of extremely short, tight black booty shorts that clung to her round ass and highlighted the incredible length of her legs. Her feet were completely bare, revealing her elegant, high-arched feet with perfectly pedicured toes painted in a soft nude color.
The tailor assigned to her was **Mr. Wei**, a 52-year-old man who stood at only **152 cm (exactly 5'0")**. He was short, slightly chubby around the belly, balding on top with thinning gray hair on the sides, and wore thick glasses. His face was round and ordinary, his hands rough from years of tailoring work. Next to Su Qingyi's towering 178 cm frame, he looked almost comically small — his head barely reached the underside of her breasts when she stood straight.
As Su Qingyi entered the fitting room, Mr. Wei's eyes widened behind his glasses. He couldn't stop himself from staring lustfully at her. His gaze traveled slowly from her long, bare legs up to her slim waist, then lingered heavily on her perky breasts straining against the thin sports bra. He swallowed hard, his eyes tracing the elegant curve of her bare feet and high arches.
Su Qingyi noticed his hungry, lustful stares immediately. On the surface, she maintained her usual cold, arrogant ice-queen expression, barely acknowledging his existence. But deep inside, a warm, forbidden thrill surged through her body. She loved this feeling — towering over shorter men, watching them stare up at her with a mix of desire and inferiority. It always made her pussy tingle with arousal.
"Miss Su Qingyi," Mr. Wei said, trying to sound professional, though his voice was slightly hoarse. "I'll be taking your measurements today for the custom gown. Please stand here."
He gestured to the center of the room in front of a large mirror.
Su Qingyi walked over gracefully, her long legs moving with model-like elegance. She stood tall, looking down at the short man whose head was level with her chest.
Mr. Wei picked up his measuring tape with trembling fingers. He started with her shoulders and bust. As he stretched the tape across her chest, his knuckles "accidentally" brushed against the soft, firm sides of her breasts. The contact sent a small spark straight to her nipples.
Su Qingyi felt it clearly. Her nipples hardened instantly under the thin fabric, but she kept her face cold and indifferent. Inside, however, her heartbeat quickened and a warm wetness began to gather between her legs.
Mr. Wei moved lower, measuring her tiny waist. His palms pressed lightly against her smooth, exposed midriff, fingers grazing her skin. Then he dropped to his knees to measure her hips. His face was now dangerously close to her lower belly. His warm breath ghosted over her skin as he wrapped the tape around her hips, his fingers pressing into the curve of her ass cheeks.
Su Qingyi's breathing deepened just a little. She could feel herself getting wetter, but she remained silent, maintaining her arrogant posture.
Encouraged by her lack of protest, Mr. Wei grew bolder. He moved to her incredibly long legs. He ran the tape slowly from her hip all the way down to her ankle, his rough palm sliding along the smooth, toned length of her thigh and calf. He repeated the process on the other leg, taking his time, savoring the silky feel of her skin.
Then he reached her feet.
The moment Mr. Wei's warm fingers touched her right foot, Su Qingyi felt a strong electric jolt run up her spine. Her feet had always been extremely sensitive. When he gently lifted her foot to measure its length, his thumbs pressed into her soft, high arch.
A tiny, involuntary shiver ran through her long legs.
Mr. Wei noticed. He became even bolder. While pretending to take precise measurements, he ran his fingers slowly between her elegant toes, massaging the sensitive skin. He pressed his thumbs firmly into her arch, then stroked the sole of her foot in slow circles.
Su Qingyi bit her lower lip hard. A soft, barely audible moan escaped her throat.
"Mmm…"
Mr. Wei brought his face closer to her bare foot, his warm breath washing over her toes and sensitive arch. The heat of his breath made her toes curl slightly.
Inside, Su Qingyi was burning.
*How can this short, pathetic old man make my body react like this?* she thought, even as fresh wetness soaked her tiny shorts. Her pussy was now throbbing, her clit swollen and sensitive.
Mr. Wei looked up at the towering goddess standing above him. His voice was low and thick with lust.
"Miss Su… your legs and feet are… exceptionally beautiful. May I take a few more detailed measurements? For accuracy."
Su Qingyi looked down at the short man kneeling at her feet, her cold, arrogant expression barely hiding the growing heat between her thighs.
She didn't answer right away. The humiliating height difference, combined with the intense sensitivity of her feet, was making her head spin with forbidden pleasure.
Mr. Wei waited, his warm breath still ghosting over her bare foot, his fingers gently stroking her arch.
Su Qingyi's long legs trembled just slightly. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, leaking more arousal down her inner thighs.
She finally spoke, her voice cold on the surface but slightly husky underneath.
"…Continue."
Mr. Wei's eyes darkened with excitement. He knew he had permission to go further.
Mr. Wei remained on his knees, holding Su Qingyi's elegant right foot in both of his rough hands. The contrast was striking — the towering 178 cm supermodel standing tall above the short, chubby 152 cm tailor whose head barely reached her breasts.
He started by gently lifting her foot higher, supporting her heel with one hand while his other hand explored more thoroughly. His thick thumbs pressed deeply into the soft, sensitive arch, kneading it in slow, firm circles. The pressure sent waves of electricity shooting up her long leg.
Su Qingyi's breath hitched. A warm, tingling sensation spread from her foot all the way to her core. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, and she felt another rush of wetness soak into the crotch of her tight black shorts.
Mr. Wei noticed the subtle tremble in her long leg. Encouraged, he brought her foot even closer to his face. His warm breath ghosted over her high arch and elegant toes.
Then, slowly and deliberately, he extended his tongue and dragged it wetly from her heel all the way up the soft curve of her arch.
*Slurrrrrrp…*
A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped Su Qingyi's lips.
"Ah…!"
She tried to protest, her voice cold but trembling. "Mr. Wei… that is not part of the measurement…"
But she didn't pull her foot away. Her long leg stayed raised, trembling slightly in his grasp. Deep inside, a forbidden heat was building rapidly between her thighs. The warm, wet slide of his tongue on her most sensitive foot was driving her crazy.
Mr. Wei looked up at her towering figure, his eyes dark with lust. He could see the faint flush creeping up her neck and cheeks. She was trying so hard to maintain her cold, arrogant expression, but her body was betraying her.
"Your feet are truly magnificent, Miss Su," he murmured in a low, dirty voice while continuing to lick. "So soft… so perfectly shaped… the high arch is exquisite. Most models have average feet, but yours… they're like a goddess's. And they smell so warm and sweet after walking around all day. It's intoxicating."
He licked her arch again, slower and wetter this time, covering more surface with his flat tongue.
*Sluuuuuurp…*
"Mmm… ahh…" Su Qingyi's moan was louder now. She couldn't fully suppress it anymore. The sensation was too intense — the warm wetness, the slight roughness of his tongue, the humiliating fact that a short, ordinary tailor was licking her foot while she stood above him like a goddess.
Mr. Wei grew even bolder. He moved to her toes, sucking gently on each one, his tongue sliding between them, tasting every inch.
*Slurp… suck… lick… slurp…*
"You like this, don't you?" he whispered between licks, his breath hot against her wet skin. "A tall, proud supermodel like you… letting a short, pathetic old man like me worship your feet. Look at you — trying so hard to act cold and superior, but your toes are curling in my mouth. Your body is honest, Miss Su. Your pretty feet are trembling with pleasure."
Su Qingyi's long legs were shaking noticeably now. Her pussy was throbbing hard, leaking heavily into her tight shorts. The wet spot had grown significantly, and the outline of her swollen lips was clearly visible through the thin fabric.
"Ahh… mmm… lick more…" she finally whispered, her voice no longer cold. "Lick between my toes… yes… just like that… don't stop…"
Mr. Wei's eyes lit up with triumph. He licked more eagerly, sucking each toe into his mouth one by one, his tongue swirling around them wetly. He even took two toes at once, sucking gently while his thumbs continued massaging her arch.
*Slurp… suck… slurp…*
Su Qingyi's moans grew louder and less suppressed. "Ahh… ahhh… it feels so good… your tongue is so warm… mmm… keep licking my feet…"
While worshipping her foot, Mr. Wei glanced upward. His eyes widened when he saw the large, dark wet patch on the crotch of her tight black shorts. The outline of her pussy lips was now unmistakably visible — swollen, puffy, and clearly dripping with arousal.
A dirty idea flashed in his mind.
He gave her toes one final, long lick, then slowly lowered her foot back to the ground. Su Qingyi's legs were still trembling, her bare feet now wet with his saliva.
"Miss Su," he said innocently, though his voice was thick with lust, "I think I missed some important areas for accurate measurements. May I continue?"
Su Qingyi, still riding the high from the intense foot worship, nodded breathlessly. "Go on…"
Mr. Wei picked up his measuring tape again. He placed one end just below her belly button and slowly drew the tape downward, pressing it tightly against her smooth skin. The tape slid over her flat midriff, then continued lower until it pressed directly over the soaked outline of her pussy.
He knelt even lower, his face now only inches away from her crotch. The strong, sweet scent of her arousal filled his nose. The tape was stretched taut, clearly outlining the shape of her swollen outer lips and the deep cleft between them through the thin, wet fabric.
Su Qingyi's breath hitched sharply. She could feel the pressure of the cold tape right against her throbbing clit. Her long legs trembled harder. A fresh wave of wetness leaked out, making the wet spot even darker and more obvious.
Mr. Wei then moved the other end of the tape behind her. He pulled it up between her legs so the tape ran right through the cleft of her ass and pussy, separating her cheeks and pressing firmly against her most intimate areas. The thin tape dug slightly into her soaked shorts, making the outline of her pussy and ass even more obscene and pronounced.
He admired the view openly, his face so close that his warm breath brushed against her wet crotch.
"Such a beautiful, lewd sight," he said in a low, dirty voice. "A tall, arrogant goddess like you… with such a pretty, dripping pussy. The tape is showing everything so clearly. Look how wet you are, Miss Su. Your shorts are completely soaked through. Your little cunt is throbbing and leaking just from me licking your feet. What a naughty, horny giantess you are."
Su Qingyi's face burned with humiliation, but her body was on fire. Her pussy clenched visibly, another drop of arousal trickling down her inner thigh.
"Mmm… ahh…" A soft, needy moan escaped her lips.
Mr. Wei grew even bolder. While still holding the measuring tape firmly in place against her body, his free hand slowly stroked the smooth skin of her inner thighs. His fingers moved upward with deliberate care, brushing dangerously close to the soaked crotch of her tight shorts, but never quite touching her most sensitive area.
Su Qingyi's breath hitched. A hot shiver ran through her long legs. She could feel the warmth of his rough fingertips gliding along her sensitive inner thighs, only centimeters away from her dripping pussy. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest.
Why does this feel so good? she thought, biting the inside of her cheek. He's just a short, ordinary tailor… yet every touch is making me wetter. My body is reacting so strongly… I shouldn't be enjoying this so much.
Mr. Wei then moved his hand to her firm, round ass cheeks. He squeezed them gently but possessively, his palm molding the soft flesh as he adjusted the tape so it pressed deeper into the cleft between her cheeks and pussy. The thin fabric of her shorts clung obscenely to her swollen lips, the wet outline now clearly visible.
Su Qingyi's pussy throbbed hard at the contact. She felt another rush of wetness leak out, soaking the already damp material even more. Her long legs trembled slightly, and she had to fight the urge to push her hips forward.
This is embarrassing… she thought, her mind spinning. I'm standing here letting him touch me like this… but it feels so intense. Every time his fingers move, my clit pulses. I can feel how wet I am. My nipples are so hard… I'm getting more aroused by the second.
Mr. Wei continued working silently, his touches growing more confident but never crude. He took his time, letting his fingers explore the curve where her thigh met her ass, occasionally brushing the edge of her soaked shorts.
Su Qingyi's breathing had become noticeably heavier. Soft, breathy sounds escaped her lips despite her efforts to stay quiet.
"Ahh… mmm…"
She was incredibly aroused — her long legs shaking, her pussy dripping steadily, her cold and arrogant facade cracking under the building pleasure. Deep inside, she was surprised at how much she was enjoying the slow, intimate touches from this short man who barely reached her chest.
After several long moments, Mr. Wei finally pulled the tape away. He looked up at her towering figure with a polite, professional smile, though his eyes still held clear admiration.
"Your measurements are complete, Miss Su," he said calmly. "The dress will be finished perfectly according to your proportions. Please call me again whenever you need another fitting. I will always be available for you."
Su Qingyi stood there for a moment, her body still flushed and sensitive, her pussy throbbing with unfulfilled need. She looked down at the short tailor, her voice slightly husky but trying to sound composed.
"…Yes. I will call you again."
Mr. Wei smiled warmly. "Thank you, Miss Su. I look forward to it."