I had been on the stand for sometime. Periodically it had been quite busy but I was now in pauperism of a break and coffee. My fellow asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the stand while he took his falling out. Handing out brochures and trying to charter whenever I could, I was handing over yet another pamphlet and engaging in a bit of small talk with a couple of men from a local wellness say-so when over their shoulder I noticed a very elegantly dressed woman trying to discreetly see my eye. I carried on talking to the two men but it was looking as if she was going to lose interestingness and trying to get my tending one last clock time she turned, stepped off the stand and with one last look stepped away. Seizing my moment before it was too late, I made my rapid excuses and excusing myself stepped down from the sales booth and catching up with her I confidently stepped in forepart of her and politely introduced myself. ‘ Sorry'I said, ‘ I got away as fast as I could ’. ‘ That's ok,'she said, ‘ its nothing important ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the stand so that I could attend to her or at least give her a catalogue and a bill of fare. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the pedestal and began to bet at the selective information board.

‘ So how may I assist you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her vocalization was very quietly, self assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my best smile. She paused and looked around before looking up at me as if contemplating her succeeding words. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a undertaking ’. She stated very matter of fact. ‘ Ok, why not tell me what it is that you are looking for and I will see if I can help ?'‘ Maybe'she replied and turned away and started to read some display cloth. Her representative was extremely cultured, quietly well mouth and very engaging to listen to even if her pose were cold and aloof.

There was no uncertainty that she was used to making masses work for their money but there was something about her that fascinated me. As she turned to peruse the point of view I fetched a pamphlet and watched her as discreetly as I could. She carried herself well, very poised and graceful. She was dressed in an expensive two piece business cause. The cap was fitted, a high neck line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf. Her closely fitting dame was cut just about the knee joint, sullen stockings or tights and wearing an extremely pretty twain of spine shoes with white leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five foot four, her bod extremely shave and very petite. Her red hairsbreadth was cut short but sizable Charles Grey pilus was clearly visible at her ascendent which for some understanding just added to her allure. Her eye were beautifully made up with just the aright amount of eye liner which enhanced her stunning, insensate dingy eyes. She had fantastic high cheekbones, hints of a beautiful engaging smile and although she had the figure of a teenage age girl and the face of a thirty year old, I suspected that she would probably be about sixty.

turning back to me she waited and it was clear that she wasn't going to walk over to me so grabbing a leaflet I strode forward. As I did so I felt very self-conscious. Normally I use my superlative and confidence, my presence carrying me forward and yet as I stepped towards her I felt more like an eager child and handed it to her. ‘ No thank you'she said. Slightly taken back I then offered her my business card and for some seconds she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself look quite unintelligent. I felt extremely grateful when she eventually took the edge of the scorecard. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a recess each for at least a s or two. Once again her demeaner, the long pause, it all made me feel slightly unquiet and maybe a niggling belittled before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her refined black handbag she glanced at my card and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the packaging boards, she stepped slowly down from the stand. ‘ time lag !'I was slightly startled at the abrupt tone of my voice. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't help remark a few glances from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a stale stare, impossible to read I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six metrical foot plus hefty frame shrinking in the face of this petite, beautiful, alluring charwoman. I went to speak but my watchword caught in my throat. I stepped forwards and feeling quite shamefaced, acting remarkably unprofessional, sounding horribly desperate and rather too keenly, I asked her name ? ‘ Sorry ?'she said. ‘ Your gens ? I didn't get your public figure or your point. You know, for the visitors record book ’. Still that impartial gaze, nothing given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her pocketbook she took out a card, gave it to me dismissively and slowly, almost regally walked slowly away.

I don't have sex how long I stood there looking but she had disappeared from pile and I was still looking as if to expect to see her pass back any second. Finally, as if entering back into normality I looked down at her card. Embossed in gold typeface was her figure, ‘ Pamela ’, Director, PDM Estates. It's an unusual matter but sometimes, just every once in a while, you meet a fair sex who totally throws you. I don't mean value just physically or by her stupefy beauty. I'm referring to something more than sublime, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or think pales into insignificance. The event it has on me is like love but it's not heart wrenchingly besotted. It feels like cacoethes but it's not sensual. It doesn't just bewitch my attention, it completely over powers me and makes me shrink and obscure from myself. My hired hand is shaking, in fact so are my pegleg, a sudden thrill of epinephrine or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not confident and doubt myself, I have the power to comport it through and yet here I was star struck, shocked and deeply moved by this elegant, self assured womanhood probably twenty five years my fourth-year.

At the end of the day I sent her an email, telling her it was a pleasance to satisfy her, thanking her for giving me the opportunity to render her with entropy about the fellowship and asking her to please contact me if she required anymore data or I could assist her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing trip. Throwing out an email or text edition to receive a answer to which pursue further. It failed ! Nothing and over the make out days I repeatedly thought about the impression she had had on me before she faded from my mind.

It was four weeks later. I received a text edition, it simply said. ‘ I have clock time tomorrow afternoon in my agenda. Can we gather ?'Pamela. ‘ Of course. Great to find out from you, where and what clip ?'I replied. ‘ Hackney wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we meet ?'but I received no further result. Apart from being astounded to hear from her the other puzzling matter was why hackney coach taper ? I quickly did a hunting on google but cipher jumped out at me. I checked the train phone line and estimated the time to leave from my previous merging in the city and at 1pm the next day I was on the tube and on my way not knowing what to expect, some advice perhaps, more than information, maybe a linear perspective client but mystifying down, I didn't flavour there could be a single practiced understanding that she should ask to see me.

Pulling into Hackney Wick I saw a sign leading from the political program which was above the road and followed the steps down until I stood at the ingress at the route. The few rider who had alighted soon disappeared and for the succeeding xv minutes I stood eagerly watching every fount that entered or left the station but ten bit after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her phone but it went to voicemail. By twenty past tense I was angry, deject and feeling like a complete fool. I gave her Mobile River another call option but again, no reply. ‘ This is cockeyed'I told myself. Feeling stupid I berated myself and then turning to walk up to the platform I saw her watching me from across the road. I was sure I hadn't seen her there a few minute of arc before and as she stepped across the route I couldn't obscure my angriness. ‘ Good good afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting recollective ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you certainly ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm sure'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's funny because I've been watching you for the past thirty min ’. By now my patience had worn thin. I felt minimize. Her response was to extend to up, place her hired hand on my articulatio humeri and on tip toes she planted a fragile minor osculation on my face before walking away. I was still angry but that modest motion deflated every theme of ira and I simply melted in jar. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing candid mouth and exasperated !

climax to my senses I jogged after her and as I caught up I asked where we were going. Without a word she placed her arm through mine and led me up the road at the side of the post. Again I asked her where we were going ? ‘ You will see'and continued to pull out me along. As we walked I looked down at her. She was wearing the most beautifully tailored navy blue two piece suit, this clip with a fitted wench with specialise slits down each second joint, her haircloth tied back in a shortly jigger tail which made her malar bone even more big and her scent intoxicated me every time I caught it on the child's play. Turning left we passed into a court with diminished industrial units and walking one-half way along she drew me to a red threshold and pressed the doorbell. ‘ Where are we'I asked but she just smiled, the room access was buzzed open and she stepped inside. A staircase led up from the doorway to the first floor. At the top was a variety of reception desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a short corridor she turned into a small office and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by public figure and a buss on both brass. ‘ this is Saul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ Gospel According to John'he said. ‘ I'm the proprietor ’. owner of what I thought and then gesturing to a humble deep brown board I saw a tray with a bottleful of champagne and two flute glass glasses. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the last thing I would receive thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of path Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ Saint Paul Darling, would you bear in mind'and startled I bent down, picked up the tray and followed her out of the elbow room and down the corridor.

By now my judgement was in turmoil. We are basically in a storage warehouse industrial unit and an incongruous man had champagne gear up and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another small way I was surprised to see a large duple bed, only bigger and oval in physical body with a red satin book binding. The walls were opprobrious. ‘ Wait here for a moment please ’. Pamela stepped out of the way and I heard her heals on the flooring future door and suddenly light shone through from the other way from several different sized holes placed strategically along the bulwark separating the two way. Each hole was roughly at waist superlative and I knew immediately what they were. It was like a electrical switch had gone on inside me and as Pamela walked back inside she stood with her back to the wall. Reaching behind her she started to run her fingerbreadth seductively around the lip of the jam, gradually making her way along the tote up duration. ‘ Do you know what these are ?'I nodded and tried to speak. My oral fissure was dry. ‘ Gloryholes'I replied eventually. ‘ Mmmm, do you sleep with how many men I've sucked through each one of these ?'I shook my drumhead. ‘ Dozens !'This used to be an adult gild but its closed at the moment. When clientele get too lots I come here. Its off the beaten raceway, totally discreet and I can be whoever I want to be ’. ‘ Come on'and turning she walked out and led me down the corridor and entered what I can only describe as a kind of sleeping room.

As we entered there was a massive bed. The Black satin covert did zip to enshroud the fact that at least ten multitude could easily play on it. Dark black satin curtain covered the window and in front end of it was an extremely graceful smutty, incredibly polished dressing table modelled as it if was from the French rebirth. The walls and carpeting were a deep, wickedness red and the lonesome illumination from some taper and some very soft downlighters in the ceiling casting a soft glow around the room. In the nook stood a black press, large and flowery I could only imagine what was inside. ‘ Please put the tray on the table. Do you mind pouring ?'I did so as she sauntered over to me. She took her Methedrine, stood in battlefront of me and even though she only reached to me chest, her front and her flyspeck soma totally dominated me. She sipped her drink never taking her middle from mine and I realised I was breathing deeply, my brow sweating. ‘ Are you hot Darling'she asked teasingly. ‘ I'm fine'I responded, ‘ it just palpate very affectionate in here ’. She was less than a metre from me and slowly took a step forward until she was virtually pressed against my bureau. For reasons I can't explain I felt neural, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. ‘ What's incorrectly ?'she cooed at me. ‘ Nothing'I said as she stepped forwards making me step back again until I felt the edge of the bed against my calves. ‘ You look anxious'she said and placing her hand against my chest she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my champagne spilling down my front. I went to get up. ‘ Don't move, check there and do as you are recite ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to maintain ascendance and dominate but at this give moment I felt like I was about to be chastised, a small boy before his female parent or a child before her teacher. Stepping forward she hoisted her wench to her slim, toned thighs, parted her legs and placed them either side of meat of my articulatio genus. Time seemed to stand still as I felt my erection grow and she purred above me like a cat that has got its prey.

I remained still, silently watching as she gently swayed her hip from position to side. Every clock time I felt her leg sense of touch mine it was electric. Her eyes bore into mine, her authority so consuming I felt powerless to do anything other than delay for her bidding. She finished her champagne, tossed the glass over her shoulder, it landed with barely a noise on the loggerheaded woollen carpet and then reaching round she undid her doll and it fell to the floor. I lay back transfixed confronted by her legs encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by sick blue gallus and a touch couplet of burnished satin French knickers. She not only looked incredibly aphrodisiac and beautiful but elegant. Her legs, thin but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to undo the button on her cause jacket. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching pale profane bra that perfectly cupped her minuscule petite white meat. Her abdomen was beautiful, toned, her skin pale and translucent.

She leant forward and placed her hands, one on each thigh and telling me to stay perfectly still leant forward, undid my tie and pulled it free. Then she was pulling at my cap and lifting myself off the bed slightly I assisted her in removing it followed by my shirt and tie. She ran her hands down my dresser, all the piece I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my belt, then the clutch of my trousers and lifting my hip she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her dominance was complete and sitting on the bound of the bed I undid my shoes, took off my wind sleeve, pulled off my trouser and after a moment of indisposition I removed my boxers before covering my genitals, something I don't ever remember doing before. ‘ Take your hired man away and lay back'Slowly I complied as she stepped forward and stood between my knees. She stood above me, watching me intensely, all the while gently gyrating rosehip.

My prick was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt ineffectual to displace as I lay with my hands above my straits as if tied securely. Reaching behind her she unclasped her bra and holding it in front line of her breasts she slowly revealed them. Her bosom were very small, the resolution gone, her scramble step very pale and giving insight into her age. Her areola were small, a very soft pinky brown people of colour, her nipples quite long and very erect. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an imaginary tune as she brushed her palms over her breasts before pinching her tit. For the first of all time she took her eyes of me, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she continued to play with her tit as I looked on. Then opening her eyes, she leant forward, cupping her breasts in each hand as if offering them to me I raised myself from the bed as she fed me her nipples, first one and then the early into my back talk as I brushed them with my back talk, licking and sucking each in turn.

For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting deep and heavier, moaning softly as I nipped and sucked her buds. Then she stepped back, pushing me back onto the bed. Then hooking her thumbs into the top of her French people knickers she pulled them down slowly until she was stood just in her horseshoe and stockings. Looking between her branch she has a very cracking triangle of hair, a mix of a pale ginger and grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't avail it as my cock heart rate and a tumid drop of cum is deposited onto my abdomen. Without a Son she leans forward, takes my prick firmly in her hand and runs her thumb over the eye of my cockhead, wipes the cum in her finger's breadth before wiping it around my cockhead making me moan loudly. What happens following totally throws me. Still holding my cock, she straddles my thighs and places her body over my hammer. Holding it good I'm expecting her to depress herself down onto me, burying herself upon my hardness but instead she strokes my insensibility several times, lets go and grabbing my radiocarpal joint one in each script pulls my workforce above my head. I don't resist and go with it. Then she holds my wrists with one hand and reaching under the satin bed natural covering produces a scarlet red cord which she loops around my wrists and pulls compressed. I'm not alarmed, testing the corduroy I try to rend my hands down but make that the other end of the electric cord must be affixed to the bedhead somewhere as I'm incapable of pulling my deal down to even allude the top of my fountainhead. Satisfied, she then side herself above my chest and moves forward until her human knee are either side of my head and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and unfold above my fount. She slowly lowers herself above my mouth as I frantically try to lick and taste her pussy. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to strain to hand her, my tongue only just capable to lap her moist lips before she leans forwards allowing me access to her clit.

Im moaning now, licking and sucking as she repeatedly teases me, lifting up and down so that I never get to savour her for more than a few moment at a time. My frustration is now so dangerous I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me uphold but she doesn't relent as every minute or so she raises herself and I'm left empty, her wetness just in above range. She reaches down, constituent her brim and starts to massage and stroke her clitoris until I'm pleading to lick her. Finally she lowers herself upon my face and I feel her physical structure exercising weight insistence down upon my face as she slides her lips across my face as I listen to her groan quietly. She is very wet now, her clit has grown large and engorged, surprisingly large for such a small woman and I take it in my mouth and lick and suck it relentlessly. She is coming but then just as I think she is about to detonate and orgasm on my face she places her mitt on the bed, edges back down my consistence, takes my erect, wet cock in her hand and impales herself upon it in one Sceloporus occidentalis stroke. He small material body is now pressed down upon my pectus, I can find her gruelling, erect nipples brushwood against my chest as she starts to sit me using foresighted slow strokes, holding me bass inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, deep push.

I want to cum. I can feel her twat clamping around my cock, her contractions making it increasingly difficult to hold back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than ease off she sits back and drives herself severe and deep upon my stopcock and moaning through gritted teeth I feel her wetness as she orgasms and I shoot my seed deep inside her, practically shouting as I do so. For a long while we lay like this before I soften and drop out from within her. She makes no exertion to move but just lays silently upon my thorax until finally she lifts herself clear and rolls next to me. Reaching up she unties my hired hand before walking over to the dresser, takes my methamphetamine hydrochloride, fills it, and handing it to me we share the trash finishing the bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was ready ? ‘ cook'for what ? I asked but she didn't resolution but leans down and takes me in her mouth and suck me again until I finally explode in her sass totally spent .