I had been on the stand for sometime. Periodically it had been quite engaged but I was now in penury of a fault and coffee. My Colleague asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the stand while he took his break. Handing out brochures and trying to engage whenever I could, I was handing over yet another brochure and engaging in a bit of small public lecture with a couplet of men from a local health authority when over their articulatio humeri I noticed a very elegantly dressed adult female trying to discreetly catch my eye. I carried on talking to the two men but it was looking as if she was going to fall back sake and trying to get my attention one last time she turned, stepped off the pedestal and with one final look stepped away. Seizing my bit before it was too of late, I made my rapid alibi and excusing myself stepped down from the stand and catching up with her I confidently stepped in front 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 pedestal so that I could attend her or at least kick in her a catalogue and a card. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the stand and began to look at the information card.

‘ So how may I facilitate you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her part was very quiet, self assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my best smiling. She paused and looked around before looking up at me as if contemplating her side by side words. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a undertaking ’. She stated very matter of fact. ‘ Ok, why not narrate me what it is that you are looking for and I will see if I can serve ?'‘ Maybe'she replied and turned away and started to show some display material. Her phonation was extremely cultured, quietly well spoken and very engaging to listen to even if her idiosyncrasy were cold and aloof.

There was no uncertainty that she was used to making mass work for their money but there was something about her that fascinated me. As she turned to peruse the stand I fetched a folder and watched her as discreetly as I could. She carried herself well, very collected and graceful. She was dressed in an expensive two piece job suit of clothes. The jacket was fitted, a high neck logical argument accentuated with an expensive silk scarf. Her closely fitting skirt was cut just about the knee, dark stockings or leotards and wearing an extremely pretty distich of punt shoes with egg white leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five invertebrate foot four, her figure extremely trim and very flyspeck. Her red pilus was cut short but sizeable grey hair was clearly seeable at her theme which for some reason just added to her temptingness. Her optic were beautifully made up with just the rightfulness sum of money of eye ocean liner which enhanced her stunning, cold naughty optic. She had wonderful high cheekbones, breath of a beautiful engaging smile and although she had the figure of a teenage age miss 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 folder I strode forward. As I did so I felt very self-aware. Normally I use my height and confidence, my mien carrying me forward and yet as I stepped towards her I felt more like an eager shaver and handed it to her. ‘ No thank you'she said. Slightly taken back I then offered her my line card and for some moment she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself appear quite dolt. I felt extremely grateful when she eventually took the edge of the posting. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a recession each for at least a secondly or two. Once again her demeaner, the farseeing pause, it all made me experience slightly unquiet and maybe a little belittled before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her graceful Joseph Black handbag she glanced at my card and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the forwarding gameboard, she stepped slowly down from the stand. ‘ Wait !'I was slightly startled at the abrupt tone of my voice. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't help notice a few glimpse from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a cold stare, impossible to take I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six pes plus muscular frame shrinking in the side of this petite, beautiful, alluring adult female. I went to talk but my speech caught in my throat. I stepped forwards and feeling quite shamefaced, acting remarkably unprofessional, sounding horribly heroic and rather too keenly, I asked her name ? ‘ Sorry ?'she said. ‘ Your gens ? I didn't get your name or your details. You know, for the visitors record ’. Still that impartial gaze, nada given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her purse she took out a circuit card, gave it to me dismissively and slowly, almost regally walked slowly away.

I don't know how prospicient I stood there looking but she had disappeared from batch and I was still looking as if to ask to see her manner of walking back any second base. Finally, as if entering back into normalcy I looked down at her card. Embossed in gold face was her name, ‘ Pamela ’, music director, PDM Estates. It's an unusual thing but sometimes, just every once in a while, you meet a woman who totally throws you. I don't mean just physically or by her stunning ravisher. I'm referring to something More sublime, something so exceeding that everything you do, say or believe picket into insignificance. The effect it has on me is like passion but it's not warmness wrenchingly besotted. It feels like passion but it's not fleshly. It doesn't just arrest my aid, it completely over superpower me and makes me flinch and hide from myself. My hired man is shaking, in fact so are my legs, a sudden rush of adrenaline or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not confident and doubt myself, I have the power to transport it through and yet here I was headliner struck, shocked and deeply moved by this refined, self assured fair sex probably twenty five years my senior.

At the end of the day I sent her an email, telling her it was a pleasure to meet her, thanking her for giving me the opportunity to provide her with information about the company and asking her to please contact me if she required anymore info or I could assist her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing trip. Throwing out an email or text edition to experience a reply to which engage further. It failed ! Nothing and over the coming days I repeatedly thought about the effect she had had on me before she faded from my head.

It was four workweek later. I received a textbook, it simply said. ‘ I have time tomorrow afternoon in my docket. Can we forgather ?'Pamela. ‘ Of course. Great to discover from you, where and what time ?'I replied. ‘ hackney coach wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we meet ?'but I received no further result. Apart from being astounded to see from her the other puzzling thing was why hackney carriage taper ? I quickly did a lookup on google but nothing jumped out at me. I checked the train lines and estimated the time to leave from my late merging in the city and at 1pm the next day I was on the thermionic vacuum tube and on my way not knowing what to gestate, some advice perhaps, more data, maybe a perspective customer but deep down, I didn't feel there could be a individual good reason that she should ask to see me.

Pulling into hackney carriage wick I saw a star sign leading from the political platform which was above the road and followed the pace down until I stood at the entry at the road. The few passenger who had alighted soon disappear and for the next fifteen minutes I stood eagerly watching every face that entered or left the station but ten minute of arc after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her phone but it went to voicemail. By XX past I was wild, dejected and feeling like a complete fall guy. I gave her Mobile River another call but again, no solvent. ‘ This is ridiculous'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 as shooting I hadn't seen her there a few instant before and as she stepped across the route I couldn't hide my anger. ‘ Good afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting long ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you for sure ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm sure'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's funny because I've been watching you for the past thirty minutes ’. By now my forbearance had worn fragile. I felt belittled. Her response was to pass on up, place her hands on my shoulder joint and on tip toes she planted a finespun small kiss on my cheek before walking away. I was still wild but that pocket-size gesture deflated every root of anger and I simply melted in jolt. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing open mouth and exasperated !

approach to my green goddess I jogged after her and as I caught up I asked where we were going. Without a word of honor 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 me along. As we walked I looked down at her. She was wearing the most beautifully tailored navy blue two piece suit, this time with a tally skirt with narrow puss down each thigh, her hair tied back in a shortstop crib tail which made her zygomatic bone even more prominent and her fragrance intoxicated me every time I caught it on the breeze. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with humble industrial whole and walking half way along she drew me to a red door and pressed the buzzer. ‘ Where are we'I asked but she just smiled, the door was buzzed open and she stepped inside. A stairway led up from the door to the number 1 floor. At the top was a kind of receipt desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a suddenly corridor she turned into a humble office staff and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by name and a kiss on both buttock. ‘ this is Paul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ John'he said. ‘ I'm the proprietor ’. Owner of what I thought and then gesturing to a small coffee table I saw a tray with a bottle of Champagne and two flute glasses. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the last thing I would have thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of course Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ Saul of Tarsus darling, would you 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 mind was in excitement. We are basically in a storage warehouse industrial whole and an incongruous man had champagne make and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another modest room I was surprised to see a large double bed, only handsome and oval in condition with a red satin screen. The walls were black. ‘ Wait here for a moment please ’. Pamela stepped out of the room and I heard her heals on the flooring next threshold and suddenly light shone through from the other room from several dissimilar sized holes placed strategically along the wall separating the two elbow room. Each trap was roughly at waist height and I knew immediately what they were. It was like a switch had gone on inside me and as Pamela walked back inside she stood with her spine to the rampart. Reaching behind her she started to run her fingers seductively around the lip of the holes, gradually making her way along the total length. ‘ Do you bang what these are ?'I nodded and tried to speak. My mouth was dry. ‘ Gloryholes'I replied eventually. ‘ Mmmm, do you know how many men I've sucked through each one of these ?'I shook my forefront. ‘ Dozens !'This used to be an grownup cabaret but its closed at the moment. When line of work get too much I come here. Its off the quiver track, 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 name as a kind of bedroom.

As we entered there was a massive bed. The Black satin covert did nothing to obscure the fact that at least ten masses could easily play on it. nighttime lightlessness satin curtains covered the window and in front man of it was an extremely elegant sinister, incredibly polished dressing board modelled as it if was from the French Renaissance. The rampart and rug were a deep, dark red and the sole illuminance from some candles and some very delicate downlighters in the ceiling casting a soft radiance around the way. In the corner stood a melanize wardrobe, orotund and ornate 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 deoxyephedrine, stood in front of me and even though she only reached to me thorax, her presence and her petite frame totally dominated me. She sipped her drink in never taking her eyes from mine and I realised I was breathing deeply, my forehead diaphoresis. ‘ Are you hot Darling'she asked teasingly. ‘ I'm fine'I responded, ‘ it just feels very warm in here ’. She was less than a cadence from me and slowly took a stride forward until she was virtually pressed against my chest. For reasonableness I can't explain I felt unquiet, really discerning and involuntarily recoiled back a step. ‘ What's wrong ?'she cooed at me. ‘ Nothing'I said as she stepped forwards making me pace back again until I felt the bound of the bed against my calfskin. ‘ You look neural'she said and placing her hand against my pectus she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my Champagne spilling down my front. I went to get up. ‘ Don't motility, arrest there and do as you are tell apart ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to maintain control and dominate but at this present here and now I felt like I was about to be chastised, a small boy before his mother or a child before her teacher. Stepping forward she hoisted her doll to her slim, toned thigh, parted her stage and placed them either side of my articulatio genus. meter seemed to digest 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 rosehip from side to side. Every meter I felt her leg touch mine it was electric. Her center calibre into mine, her confidence so consuming I felt powerless to do anything other than time lag for her command. She finished her Champagne-Ardenne, tossed the crank over her berm, it landed with barely a noise on the thick woolen carpet and then reaching round of golf she undid her dame and it fell to the floor. I lay back hypnotised confronted by her legs encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by wan blue brace and a fit pair of shiny satin French knickers. She not only looked incredibly aphrodisiacal and beautiful but elegant. Her peg, thin but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to undo the buttons on her suit jacket. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching pale blue bra that perfectly cupped her pocket-sized tiny breast. Her stomach was beautiful, modulate, her skin pale and translucent.

She leant forward and placed her script, one on each thigh and telling me to stay perfectly still list forward, undid my tie and pulled it free. Then she was pulling at my jacket 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 chest of drawers, all the while I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my whack, then the grip of my trousers and lifting my hips she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her dominance was complete and sitting on the edge of the bed I undid my place, took off my drogue, pulled off my trousers and after a moment of hesitation I removed my bagger before covering my genitals, something I don't ever remember doing before. ‘ Take your manpower away and lay back'Slowly I complied as she stepped forward and stood between my knee. She stood above me, watching me intensely, all the while gently gyrating hips.

My cock was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt unable to move as I lay with my hired hand above my head as if tied securely. Reaching behind her she unclasped her bra and holding it in front of her breasts she slowly revealed them. Her white meat were very pocket-sized, the steadiness gone, her skin tone very blanch and giving insight into her age. Her ring of color were small, a very subdued pinky brown colour, her nipple quite long and very tumid. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an imaginary tune as she brushed her palms over her white meat before pinching her nipples. For the first time she took her heart of me, closing her heart and biting her lip as she continued to play with her breast as I looked on. Then opening her eye, she leant forward, cupping her chest 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 other into my back talk as I brushed them with my oral cavity, licking and sucking each in bout.

For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting bass 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 Daniel Chester French pants she pulled them down slowly until she was abide just in her shoes and stockings. Looking between her legs she has a very neat triangle of fuzz, a mix of a pale ginger and Charles Grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my shaft pulses and a prominent cliff of cum is deposited onto my stomach. Without a watchword she leans forward, takes my tool firmly in her hand and runs her quarter round over the eye of my cockhead, wipes the cum in her fingerbreadth before wiping it around my cockhead making me moan loudly. What happens future totally throws me. Still holding my cock, she straddles my thighs and places her body over my turncock. Holding it upright I'm expecting her to lower herself down onto me, burying herself upon my rigor but instead she strokes my hardness several metre, let go and grabbing my radiocarpal joint one in each paw pulls my hands above my capitulum. I don't resist and go with it. Then she holds my wrist with one hand and reaching under the satin bed covers produces a scarlet red electric cord which she loops around my wrist joint and pulls tight. I'm not alarmed, testing the cord I try to pull my hands down but realise that the early end of the cord must be affixed to the bedhead somewhere as I'm incapable of pulling my hands down to even touch the top of my head. Satisfied, she then view herself above my chest and moves forward until her genu are either English of my head and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and capable above my face. She slowly lowers herself above my mouth as I frantically try to lick and sample her puss. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to distort to reach her, my glossa only just able to lick her moist brim before she leans forwards allowing me access to her button.

Im moaning now, licking and sucking as she repeatedly teases me, lifting up and down so that I never get to savor her for Sir Thomas More than a few seconds at a clock time. My frustration is now so stern I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me continue but she doesn't relent as every minute or so she raises herself and I'm left empty, her wetness just inches above reach. She reaches down, parts her lips and starts to massage and stroke her clit until I'm pleading to cream her. Finally she lowers herself upon my face and I feel her body angle press down upon my brass as she slides her backtalk across my face as I listen to her moan quietly. She is very wet now, her clitoris has grown heavy and engorged, surprisingly large for such a small woman and I take it in my mouth and salt lick and suck it relentlessly. She is coming but then just as I think she is about to burst and orgasm on my cheek she places her hands on the bed, edges back down my body, takes my erect, wet turncock in her hand and impales herself upon it in one swift cam stroke. He small frame is now pressed down upon my bureau, I can palpate her hard, rear nipples brush against my chest as she starts to sit me using recollective slacken accident, holding me deep inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, cryptic push.

I want to cum. I can feel her cunt clamping around my pecker, her condensation making it increasingly unmanageable to hold back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than ease off she sits back and drives herself operose and deep upon my cock and moaning through gritted tooth I feel her wetness as she orgasms and I shoot my germ deep inside her, practically shouting as I do so. For a tenacious while we lay like this before I soften and drop out from within her. She makes no effort to travel but just lays silently upon my chest of drawers until finally she lifts herself net and rolls next to me. Reaching up she unties my hands before walking over to the dresser, takes my glass, fills it, and handing it to me we share the trash finishing the bottleful. Refreshed, she asked me if I was ready ? ‘ ready'for what ? I asked but she didn't answer but leans down and takes me in her sass and suction me again until I finally explode in her oral cavity totally spent .