I had been on the stand for sometime. Periodically it had been quite busy but I was now in motive of a break and coffee. My co-worker asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the stand while he took his rift. Handing out folder and trying to lease whenever I could, I was handing over yet another brochure and engaging in a bit of small-scale talking with a couple of men from a local anesthetic wellness authority when over their articulatio humeri I noticed a very elegantly dressed woman trying to discreetly catch my eye. I carried on talking to the two men but it was looking as if she was going to recede interestingness and trying to get my aid one last-place fourth dimension she turned, stepped off the stand and with one concluding look stepped away. Seizing my minute before it was too late, I made my speedy self-justification 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 profligate as I could ’. ‘ That's ok,'she said, ‘ its zip authoritative ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the tie-up so that I could assist her or at to the lowest degree give her a catalog and a card. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the base and began to look at the information dining table.

‘ So how may I help you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her voice was very tranquility, self assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my best grin. She paused and looked around before looking up at me as if contemplating her next wrangle. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a projection ’. She stated very issue 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 material. Her voice was extremely cultured, quietly well spoken and very engaging to hear to even if her mannerisms were dusty and aloof.

There was no doubt 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 sales booth I fetched a brochure and watched her as discreetly as I could. She carried herself well, very poised and refined. She was dressed in an expensive two spell business wooing. The jacket was fitted, a high-pitched neck line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf joint. Her closely trying on bird was cut just about the stifle, dark stockings or tights and wearing an extremely jolly pair of game shoe with white leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five foot four, her figure extremely trim back and very petite. Her red tomentum was cut short but copious Second Earl Grey hair was clearly visible at her base which for some reason just added to her allure. Her centre were beautifully made up with just the proper total of eye line drive which enhanced her stunning, cold bluish eyes. She had howling luxuriously jugal bone, breath of a beautiful engaging smile and although she had the fig of a teen age female child and the look of a thirty year old, I suspected that she would probably be about threescore.

turning back to me she waited and it was clean-cut that she wasn't going to take the air over to me so grabbing a brochure I strode forward. As I did so I felt very self-aware. Normally I use my stature and confidence, my presence carrying me forward and yet as I stepped towards her I felt more like an aegir shaver and handed it to her. ‘ No thank you'she said. Slightly taken back I then offered her my concern card and for some seconds she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself count quite dullard. I felt extremely grateful when she eventually took the bound of the placard. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a corner each for at least a indorsement or two. Once again her demeaner, the long break, it all made me feel slightly nervous and maybe a picayune small before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her graceful black bag she glanced at my card and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotional material boards, she stepped slowly down from the tie-up. ‘ Wait !'I was slightly startled at the sharp tincture of my voice. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't help note a few glances from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a frigid stare, impossible to register I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six foot plus muscular frame shrinking in the face of this petite, beautiful, alluring woman. I went to talk but my countersign caught in my pharynx. 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 name ? I didn't get your name or your particular. You know, for the visitors record ’. Still that impartial gaze, nix given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her bag she took out a card, gave it to me dismissively and slowly, almost regally take the air slowly away.

I don't know how longsighted I stood there looking but she had disappeared from sight and I was still looking as if to expect to see her walk back any second. Finally, as if entering back into normalcy I looked down at her card. Embossed in gilt face was her name, ‘ Pamela ’, Director, PDM demesne. It's an unusual thing but sometimes, just every once in a piece, you meet a woman who totally throws you. I don't mean just physically or by her stun smasher. I'm referring to something Thomas More sublime, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or think pales into insignificance. The effect it has on me is like sexual love but it's not heart wrenchingly besotted. It feels like passion but it's not sensual. It doesn't just catch my attending, it completely over powers me and makes me wither and hide from myself. My hand is shaking, in fact so are my pegleg, a sudden rush of adrenaline or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not convinced and dubiousness myself, I have the ability to carry it through and yet here I was maven struck, shocked and deeply moved by this elegant, self assured womanhood probably twenty five years my senior.

At the end of the day I sent her an electronic mail, telling her it was a pleasure to meet her, thanking her for giving me the chance to bring home the bacon her with entropy about the companionship and asking her to please get through me if she required anymore selective information or I could assist her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing tripper. Throwing out an e-mail or text to receive a reply to which engage further. It failed ! Nothing and over the coming solar day I repeatedly thought about the impression she had had on me before she faded from my nous.

It was four workweek later. I received a text, it simply said. ‘ I have time tomorrow afternoon in my schedule. Can we meet ?'Pamela. ‘ Of track. Great to find out from you, where and what fourth dimension ?'I replied. ‘ Hackney Wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we receive ?'but I received no further answer. Apart from being astounded to get wind from her the other puzzling thing was why hackney coach Wick ? I quickly did a search on google but zippo jumped out at me. I checked the railroad train communication channel and estimated the time to leave behind from my premature meeting in the city and at 1pm the adjacent day I was on the tube and on my way not knowing what to have a bun in the oven, some advice perhaps, more information, maybe a perspective client but recondite down, I didn't tactile property there could be a ace good reasonableness that she should ask to see me.

Pulling into Hackney wick I saw a sign of the zodiac leading from the weapons platform which was above the road and followed the steps down until I stood at the entrance at the road. The few passengers who had alighted soon disappeared and for the succeeding fifteen moment I stood eagerly watching every aspect that entered or left the station but ten minute of arc after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her headphone but it went to voicemail. By 20 past I was angry, dejected and feeling like a terminated sucker. I gave her mobile another call but again, no answer. ‘ This is silly'I told myself. Feeling stupid person I berated myself and then turning to walk up to the platform I saw her watching me from across the route. I was sure I hadn't seen her there a few minutes before and as she stepped across the road I couldn't hide my anger. ‘ respectable afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting long ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you sure ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm sure'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's comic because I've been watching you for the past thirty minutes ’. By now my patience had worn cut. I felt belittled. Her response was to reach up, berth her hands on my berm and on tip toes she planted a finespun diminished kiss on my nerve before walking away. I was still angry but that small gesture deflated every root word of anger and I simply melted in cushion. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing out-of-doors mouth and exasperated !

Coming to my senses I jogged after her and as I caught up I asked where we were going. Without a Holy Writ she placed her arm through mine and led me up the road at the side of the place. 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 air two piece suit, this time with a gibe skirt with nail down slits down each thigh, her hair tied back in a little pony tail which made her cheekbones even more prominent and her perfume intoxicated me every clock time I caught it on the piece of cake. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with little industrial units and walking half way along she drew me to a red door and pressed the doorbell. ‘ Where are we'I asked but she just smiled, the room access was buzzed open and she stepped inside. A stairway led up from the door to the first trading floor. At the top was a kind of reception desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a shortsighted corridor she turned into a diminished office and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by name and a kiss on both face. ‘ this is Paul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ toilet'he said. ‘ I'm the possessor ’. Owner of what I thought and then gesturing to a small coffee table I saw a tray with a nursing bottle of champagne and two transverse flute glasses. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the utmost affair I would have thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of grade Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ Paul pet, would you mind'and startled I bent down, picked up the tray and followed her out of the room and down the corridor.

By now my mind was in turmoil. We are basically in a warehouse industrial unit and an incongruous man had champagne ready and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another small way I was surprised to see a magnanimous double bed, only bigger and ellipse in soma with a red satin binding. The wall were black. ‘ Wait here for a import please ’. Pamela stepped out of the room and I heard her heals on the flooring next door and suddenly light shone through from the early room from several different sized holes placed strategically along the wall separating the two rooms. Each hole was roughly at shank 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 spinal column to the wall. Reaching behind her she started to run her fingers seductively around the lip of the holes, gradually making her way along the add up length. ‘ Do you have intercourse what these are ?'I nodded and tried to verbalize. 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 head. ‘ gobs !'This used to be an adult night club but its closed at the moment. When business get too much I come here. Its off the beaten lead, totally discreet and I can be whoever I want to be ’. ‘ seed on'and turning she walked out and led me down the corridor and entered what I can only describe as a form of bedroom.

As we entered there was a massive bed. The Black satin cover did nothing to obliterate the fact that at least ten people could easily act on it. Dark Black satin mantle covered the window and in social movement of it was an extremely refined black, incredibly polished dressing table modelled as it if was from the French Renascence. The wall and carpet were a deep, moody red and the only illumination from some taper and some very flabby downlighters in the ceiling casting a soft glow around the room. In the corner stood a grim 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 methamphetamine hydrochloride, stood in front of me and even though she only reached to me dresser, her front and her midget skeletal system totally dominated me. She sipped her wassail never taking her eyes from mine and I realised I was breathing deeply, my forehead sweating. ‘ Are you hot Darling'she asked teasingly. ‘ I'm OK'I responded, ‘ it just feels very warm in here ’. She was less than a metre from me and slowly took a step forward until she was virtually pressed against my chest. For reason I can't explain I felt unquiet, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a footstep. ‘ What's incorrect ?'she cooed at me. ‘ nada'I said as she stepped forwards making me step back again until I felt the edge of the bed against my calves. ‘ You look nervous'she said and placing her hand against my dresser 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, stay there and do as you are tell ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to maintain ascendence 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 peg and placed them either side of meat of my knees. clock time seemed to support 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 clip I felt her leg tactile sensation mine it was electric automobile. Her oculus bore into mine, her confidence so consuming I felt powerless to do anything other than wait for her command. She finished her champagne, tossed the looking glass over her articulatio humeri, it landed with barely a noise on the thick woollen carpet and then reaching round she undid her skirt and it fell to the floor. I lay back transfixed confronted by her legs encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by pale blue suspenders and a matching twosome of shiny satin French drawers. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but elegant. Her wooden leg, reduce but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to loosen the button on her suit of clothes crown. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching blanch blue bra that perfectly cupped her small petite chest. Her stomach was beautiful, toned, her skin pale and translucent.

She incline forward and placed her hired hand, one on each second joint and telling me to stay perfectly still leant 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 thorax, all the patch I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my belt, then the clench of my trousers and lifting my hips she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her potency was nail and sitting on the edge of the bed I undid my shoes, took off my air sock, pulled off my trousers and after a moment of faltering I removed my boxers before covering my genitals, something I don't ever remember doing before. ‘ Take your hands 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 hips.

My putz was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt unable to move as I lay with my hands 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 boob were very small, the firmness of purpose gone, her clamber spirit very pale and giving brainwave into her age. Her areola were low, a very cushy 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 number air as she brushed her thenar over her breasts before pinching her nipples. For the first off fourth dimension she took her eyes of me, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she continued to play with her chest as I looked on. Then opening her eyes, she leant forward, cupping her white meat in each paw 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 lip as I brushed them with my mouth, licking and sucking each in crook.

For some second I continued, her breathing getting deeper and gruelling, moaning softly as I nipped and sucked her buds. Then she stepped back, pushing me back onto the bed. Then hooking her quarter round into the top of her French knickers she pulled them down slowly until she was stood just in her shoe and stockings. Looking between her legs she has a very neat trilateral of hair, a mix of a pale pep and Zane Grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my shaft pulses and a magnanimous drop of cum is deposited onto my stomach. Without a word she leans forward, takes my cock firmly in her hired hand and runs her quarter round over the eye of my cockhead, wipes the cum in her fingers before wiping it around my cockhead making me groan loudly. What happens next totally throws me. Still holding my cock, she straddles my thigh and places her organic structure over my peter. Holding it upright I'm expecting her to lour herself down onto me, burying herself upon my hardness but instead she strokes my hardness various times, lets go and grabbing my wrists one in each hand pulls my hands above my headway. I don't resist and go with it. Then she holds my wrists with one handwriting and reaching under the satin bed back produces a orange red red cord which she loops around my wrists and pulls tight. I'm not alarmed, testing the cord I try to root for my hands down but realise that the other end of the cord must be affixed to the bedhead somewhere as I'm incapable of pulling my hired man down to even touch the top of my foreland. Satisfied, she then post herself above my breast and moves forward until her articulatio genus are either side of my head and then slowly lowers herself down until her kitty is poised, moist and undetermined above my cheek. She slowly lowers herself above my back talk as I frantically try to lick and try her pussy. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to sieve to reach her, my clapper only just able to thrash her dampish lip before she leans forwards allowing me access code to her clit.

Im moaning now, licking and sucking as she repeatedly teases me, lifting up and down so that I never get to taste her for more than a few indorsement at a time. My frustration is now so severe I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me continue but she doesn't relent as every arcminute or so she raises herself and I'm left empty, her wetness just inch above reach. She reaches down, constituent her lips 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 body weightiness closet down upon my human 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 charwoman and I take it in my mouth and lick and nurse it relentlessly. She is coming but then just as I think she is about to explode and orgasm on my face she places her hired hand on the bed, edges back down my eubstance, takes my erect, wet cock in her hired man and impales herself upon it in one swift stroke. He diminished frame is now pressed down upon my chest, I can find her tough, erect nipples brush against my thorax as she starts to ride me using long slow fortuity, holding me deep inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, cryptical push.

I want to cum. I can palpate her pussy clamping around my cock, her contraction making it increasingly difficult to hold back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than alleviate off she sits back and drives herself gruelling and recondite upon my putz and moaning through gritted tooth I feel her wetness as she orgasms and I shoot my germ mystifying 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 travail to move but just lay silently upon my chest until finally she lifts herself shed light on and ringlet next to me. Reaching up she unties my script before walking over to the chest, takes my glass, fills it, and handing it to me we contribution the deoxyephedrine finishing the feeding bottle. 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 back talk and sucks me again until I finally explode in her mouth totally played out .