I had been on the rack for sometime. Periodically it had been quite engaged but I was now in need of a fault and deep brown. My workfellow asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the stand while he took his good luck. Handing out brochures and trying to engage whenever I could, I was handing over yet another leaflet and engaging in a bit of low talking with a couple of men from a local anaesthetic health authority when over their shoulder I noticed a very elegantly dressed woman trying to discreetly pick up my eye. I carried on talking to the two men but it was looking as if she was going to lose interest and trying to get my attending one close sentence she turned, stepped off the stand and with one concluding flavor 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 front of her and politely introduced myself. ‘ Sorry'I said, ‘ I got away as fast as I could ’. ‘ That's ok,'she said, ‘ its aught crucial ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the bandstand so that I could serve her or at least give her a catalog and a card. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the rack and began to look at the information instrument panel.

‘ So how may I help you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her voice was very lull, self assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my honorable smile. She paused and looked around before looking up at me as if contemplating her succeeding tidings. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a project ’. She stated very subject 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 textile. Her voice was extremely cultured, quietly well speak and very engaging to hear to even if her mannerism were cold and aloof.

There was no doubt that she was used to making multitude work for their money but there was something about her that fascinated me. As she turned to peruse the standpoint I fetched a brochure and watched her as discreetly as I could. She carried herself well, very poised and elegant. She was dressed in an expensive two while business suit. The jacket crown was fitted, a gamy neck opening crease accentuated with an expensive silk scarf joint. Her closely appointment skirt was cut just about the knee, dark stockings or leotards and wearing an extremely pretty duo of back place with Caucasian leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five understructure four, her figure extremely trim and very flyspeck. Her red haircloth was cut short but ample grey whisker was clearly visible at her roots which for some reason just added to her allure. Her centre were beautifully made up with just the right amount of eye liner which enhanced her stunning, cold blue-blooded oculus. She had fantastic in high spirits malar, hints of a beautiful engaging smiling and although she had the anatomy of a teen age girl and the boldness of a thirty year old, I suspected that she would probably be about LX.

turn 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 tallness and confidence, my front carrying me forward and yet as I stepped towards her I felt more like an eagre child and handed it to her. ‘ No thank you'she said. Slightly taken back I then offered her my business organization card and for some seconds she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself front quite stupid. I felt extremely grateful when she eventually took the edge of the visiting card. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a quoin each for at to the lowest degree a second base or two. Once again her demeaner, the farseeing break, it all made me experience slightly queasy and maybe a little belittled before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her refined bleak pocketbook she glanced at my card and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotion boards, she stepped slowly down from the sales booth. ‘ wait !'I was slightly startled at the abrupt tone of my phonation. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't help discover a few coup d'oeil from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a moth-eaten stare, unimaginable to register I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six ft plus muscular frame shrinking in the look of this petite, beautiful, alluring char. I went to speak but my dustup caught in my throat. I stepped forwards and feeling quite shamefaced, acting remarkably unprofessional, sounding horribly despairing and rather too keenly, I asked her gens ? ‘ Sorry ?'she said. ‘ Your figure ? I didn't get your public figure or your contingent. You know, for the visitor record ’. Still that impartial gaze, nothing given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her pocketbook she took out a bill, gave it to me dismissively and slowly, almost regally walked slowly away.

I don't know how long I stood there looking but she had disappeared from visual sense and I was still looking as if to expect to see her paseo back any minute. Finally, as if entering back into normality I looked down at her card. Embossed in gold typeface was her name, ‘ Pamela ’, Director, PDM the three estates. It's an unusual thing but sometimes, just every once in a piece, you meet a cleaning woman who totally throws you. I don't mean just physically or by her stunning beauty. I'm referring to something to a greater extent sublime, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or retrieve picket into insignificance. The burden it has on me is like love but it's not centre wrenchingly besotted. It feels like passion but it's not sensual. It doesn't just get my attention, it completely over powers me and makes me shrivel and cover from myself. My hand is shaking, in fact so are my peg, a sudden rushing of epinephrin or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not confident and doubt myself, I have the ability to carry it through and yet here I was star struck, shocked and deeply moved by this elegant, self assured women probably twenty five years my aged.

At the end of the day I sent her an email, telling her it was a pleasure to see her, thanking her for giving me the opportunity to provide her with information about the companionship and asking her to please contact me if she required anymore information or I could assist her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing trip. Throwing out an electronic mail or text to receive a response to which engage further. It failed ! nada and over the get days I repeatedly thought about the effect she had had on me before she faded from my thinker.

It was four weeks later. I received a text edition, it simply said. ‘ I have time tomorrow afternoon in my schedule. Can we fit ?'Pamela. ‘ Of course. Great to hear from you, where and what time ?'I replied. ‘ hackney Wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we meet ?'but I received no boost solvent. Apart from being astounded to hear from her the other puzzling thing was why hackney carriage taper ? I quickly did a search on google but nothing jumped out at me. I checked the train crinkle and estimated the time to leave behind from my late meeting in the urban center and at 1pm the next day I was on the tubing and on my way not knowing what to wait, some advice perhaps, more info, maybe a position client but rich down, I didn't flavour there could be a I good reason that she should ask to see me.

Pulling into hackney carriage wick I saw a preindication leading from the platform which was above the road and followed the steps down until I stood at the entrance at the road. The few rider who had alighted soon melt and for the adjacent 15 moment I stood eagerly watching every fount that entered or left the station but ten minutes after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her telephone set but it went to voicemail. By twenty past I was angry, cast down and feeling like a sodding muggins. I gave her mobile another yell but again, no solution. ‘ This is ridiculous'I told myself. Feeling stupid I berated myself and then turning to walk up to the political platform I saw her watching me from across the route. I was certain I hadn't seen her there a few minutes before and as she stepped across the route I couldn't hide my angriness. ‘ salutary good afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting farseeing ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you sure ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm sure'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's amusing because I've been watching you for the past thirty minute ’. By now my patience had worn slight. I felt diminished. Her response was to strain up, topographic point her hands on my articulatio humeri and on tip toes she planted a ticklish small kiss on my cheek before walking away. I was still angry but that humble motion deflated every root of angriness and I simply melted in cushion. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing overt mouth and exasperated !

Coming 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 position of the station. 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 of music courting, this metre with a fitted wench with narrow down scratch down each second joint, her hair tied back in a scant pony empennage which made her cheekbones even more prominent and her scent intoxicated me every time I caught it on the air. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with small industrial building block and walking half way along she drew me to a red doorway and pressed the buzzer. ‘ Where are we'I asked but she just smiled, the door was buzzed open and she stepped inside. A staircase led up from the room access to the low floor. At the top was a form of receipt desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a short-change corridor she turned into a small-scale office and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by name and a kiss on both brass. ‘ this is Paul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ lav'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 bottleful of champagne and two flute drinking glass. Of all the thing I expected to see, this was probably the conclusion thing I would stimulate thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of course Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ Paul ducky, 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 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 room I was surprised to see a declamatory twofold bed, only grownup and ellipse in shape with a red satin cover. The wall were black. ‘ Wait here for a mo please ’. Pamela stepped out of the room and I heard her heals on the flooring next door and suddenly light shone through from the other room from several different sized holes placed strategically along the paries separating the two rooms. Each hole was roughly at waist summit 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 back to the wall. Reaching behind her she started to run her finger's breadth seductively around the lip of the holes, gradually making her way along the total length. ‘ Do you know what these are ?'I nodded and tried to speak. My mouth 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 head. ‘ piles !'This used to be an adult nightclub but its closed at the moment. When business get too much I come here. Its off the beaten rails, totally circumspect 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 accommodation.

As we entered there was a monolithic bed. The Black satin cover did nix to hide the fact that at to the lowest degree ten people could easily play on it. Dark black satin curtains covered the window and in movement of it was an extremely refined blacken, incredibly polished dressing table modelled as it if was from the French Renaissance. The bulwark and carpet were a cryptic, non-white red and the alone illumination from some wax light and some very gentle downlighters in the cap casting a flabby glow around the way. In the corner stood a black wardrobe, large 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 ice, stood in front of me and even though she only reached to me chest, her front and her petite frame totally dominated me. She sipped her tope never taking her eyes 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 feels very warm in here ’. She was less than a m from me and slowly took a step forward until she was virtually pressed against my chest. For reasons I can't explain I felt nervous, really worried and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. ‘ What's ill-timed ?'she cooed at me. ‘ Nothing'I said as she stepped forwards making me step back again until I felt the border of the bed against my calf. ‘ You look aflutter'she said and placing her hand against my thorax she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my bubbly spilling down my front. I went to get up. ‘ Don't relocation, stoppage there and do as you are state ’.

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 mo I felt like I was about to be chastised, a minuscule boy before his mother or a child before her teacher. Stepping forward she hoisted her skirt to her slim, toned thighs, parted her peg and placed them either side of my knees. 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 hips from slope to side. Every fourth dimension I felt her leg meet mine it was electric. Her centre bore into mine, her authority so consuming I felt powerless to do anything other than waiting for her bid. She finished her champagne, tossed the glassful over her shoulder, it landed with barely a dissonance on the thick woollen carpeting and then reaching round of drinks she undid her skirt and it fell to the floor. I lay back empale confronted by her legs encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by pale Amytal brace and a pair yoke of shiny satin French knickers. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but refined. Her legs, fragile but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to untie the buttons on her cause jacket. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching blench wild blue yonder bra that perfectly cupped her belittled diminutive white meat. Her abdomen was beautiful, toned, her skin pale and translucent.

She slant forward and placed her hands, one on each thigh and telling me to ride out perfectly still slant forward, loosen 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, all the while I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my belt, then the grasp of my trousers and lifting my hips she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her dominance was discharge and sitting on the edge of the bed I undid my brake shoe, took off my sock, pulled off my trousers and after a moment of hesitation I removed my packer before covering my genitals, something I don't ever think of 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 hips.

My stopcock was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt ineffectual 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 gone, her skin tonus very picket and giving sixth sense into her age. Her areola were small, a very soft little finger brown colour, her nipples quite long and very erect. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an imaginary melodic phrase as she brushed her decoration over her breast before pinching her tit. For the first time she took her oculus of me, closing her center and biting her lip as she continued to play with her bosom as I looked on. Then opening her eyes, she lean forward, cupping her breasts in each hand as if offering them to me I raised myself from the bed as she fed me her nipple, first one and then the other into my mouth as I brushed them with my mouth, licking and sucking each in turn.

For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting deeper and overweight, 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 digest just in her place and stockings. Looking between her branch she has a very neat triangle of hair, a mix of a pale powdered ginger and greyness intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my cock pulses and a large drib of cum is deposited onto my stomach. Without a word she leans forward, takes my turncock firmly in her mitt and runs her ovolo over the eye of my cockhead, wipes the cum in her fingers before wiping it around my cockhead making me groan loudly. What happens side by side totally throws me. Still holding my prick, she straddles my thigh and places her dead body over my prick. Holding it just I'm expecting her to get down herself down onto me, burying herself upon my hardness but instead she strokes my hardness several times, LET go and grabbing my carpus one in each hand pulls my custody above my question. I don't resist and go with it. Then she holds my wrists with one hired hand and reaching under the satin bed screen produces a orange red red cord which she loops around my wrists and wrench blind drunk. I'm not alarmed, testing the cord I try to displume my deal down but understand that the other 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 positions herself above my chest and moves forward until her knees are either English of my nous and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and heart-to-heart above my face. She slowly lower herself above my back talk as I frantically try to thrash and savor her cunt. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to deform to reach her, my tongue only just capable to lick her moist lips before she leans forwards allowing me admittance to her clit.

Im moaning now, licking and sucking as she repeatedly teases me, lifting up and down so that I never get to try out her for more than a few sec at a fourth dimension. My foiling is now so spartan 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 field empty, her wetness just inches above reach. She reaches down, portion her lips and starts to rub down and stroke her button until I'm pleading to lick her. Finally she lowers herself upon my case and I feel her consistence weight printing press down upon my face as she slides her lips across my face as I listen to her moan quietly. She is very wet now, her clit has grown tumid and engorged, surprisingly large for such a small cleaning lady and I take it in my back talk and poke and suck it relentlessly. She is coming but then just as I think she is about to burst and orgasm on my nerve she places her hands on the bed, edges back down my body, takes my erect, wet cock in her hired man and impales herself upon it in one Swift separatrix. He small figure is now pressed down upon my chest, I can feel her hard, erect mamilla brush against my chest as she starts to ride me using long tedious strokes, holding me deep inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, deep push.

I want to cum. I can feel her purulent clamping around my hammer, her contractions making it increasingly difficult to hold back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than comfort off she sits back and drives herself severely and rich upon my cock and moaning through gritted tooth I feel her wetness as she orgasms and I shoot my seed bass 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 sweat to move but just lays silently upon my pectus until finally she lifts herself clear and rolls next to me. Reaching up she unties my men before walking over to the dresser, takes my glass, fills it, and handing it to me we parcel the glass finishing the bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was cook ? ‘ ready'for what ? I asked but she didn't reply but leans down and takes me in her mouth and sucks me again until I finally explode in her mouth totally spent .