I had been on the stand for sometime. Periodically it had been quite busy but I was now in need of a break of serve and coffee. My confrere asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the tie-up while he took his break. Handing out brochures and trying to engage whenever I could, I was handing over yet another folder and engaging in a bit of small talk of the town with a yoke of men from a local anaesthetic health authority when over their berm 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 pastime and trying to get my attention one net metre she turned, stepped off the base and with one final look stepped away. Seizing my minute before it was too late, I made my rapid apology and excusing myself stepped down from the viewpoint 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 nothing important ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the base so that I could assist her or at least give her a catalogue and a card. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the stand and began to look at the information boards.

‘ So how may I help you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her part was very tranquil, self assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my effective smile. She paused and looked around before looking up at me as if contemplating her next Christian Bible. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a project ’. 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 translate some display stuff. Her representative was extremely cultured, quietly well address and very engaging to listen to even if her pose were cold and aloof.

There was no doubt that she was used to making people work for their money but there was something about her that fascinated me. As she turned to peruse the tie-up I fetched a booklet and watched her as discreetly as I could. She carried herself well, very poised and elegant. She was dressed in an expensive two piece business lawsuit. The jacket was fitted, a senior high neck line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf joint. Her closely try-on skirt was cut just about the knee, dark stockings or tights and wearing an extremely fairly yoke of second shoes with whiten leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five foot four, her image extremely trim and very petite. Her red hair was cut light but ample grey whisker was clearly seeable at her theme which for some intellect just added to her allure. Her eyes were beautifully made up with just the aright measure of eye liner which enhanced her stunning, moth-eaten blue sky center. She had fantastic mellow os zygomaticum, hints of a beautiful engaging smile and although she had the pattern of a teen age girlfriend and the face of a 30 year old, I suspected that she would probably be about lx.

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-conscious. Normally I use my height 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 organization card and for some second gear she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself search quite stupid. I felt extremely grateful when she eventually took the edge of the circuit card. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a nook each for at least a second or two. Once again her demeaner, the long pause, it all made me feel slightly anxious and maybe a slight belittled before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her refined dark handbag she glanced at my board and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotion plug-in, she stepped slowly down from the outdoor stage. ‘ delay !'I was slightly startled at the abrupt timber of my voice. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't help find a few glimpse from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a cold stare, insufferable to read I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six foot plus sinewy frame shrinking in the face of this petite, beautiful, alluring woman. I went to speak but my words caught in my throat. I stepped forwards and feeling quite shamefaced, acting remarkably unprofessional, sounding horribly desperate and rather too keenly, I asked her public figure ? ‘ Sorry ?'she said. ‘ Your epithet ? I didn't get your name or your details. You know, for the visitors record ’. Still that impartial gaze, nothing 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 walked slowly away.

I don't screw how foresighted I stood there looking but she had disappeared from mess and I was still looking as if to anticipate to see her pass back any second. Finally, as if entering back into normalcy I looked down at her card. Embossed in gold typeface was her gens, ‘ Pamela ’, theater 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 more rarefied, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or retrieve picket into insignificance. The effect it has on me is like love but it's not heart wrenchingly besotted. It feels like love but it's not carnal. It doesn't just catch my care, it completely over power me and makes me wince and hide from myself. My hand is shaking, in fact so are my legs, a sudden upsurge of Adrenalin or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not sure-footed and doubt myself, I have the ability to conduct it through and yet here I was headliner struck, shocked and deeply moved by this graceful, self assured char probably twenty five years my senior.

At the end of the day I sent her an email, telling her it was a pleasure to run into her, thanking her for giving me the opportunity to provide her with information about the caller and asking her to please contact me if she required anymore information or I could help her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing trip. Throwing out an email or text to have a reply to which engage further. It failed ! nothing and over the coming sidereal day I repeatedly thought about the impression she had had on me before she faded from my idea.

It was four week later. I received a text edition, it simply said. ‘ I have clock time tomorrow good afternoon in my schedule. Can we foregather ?'Pamela. ‘ Of course. Great to see from you, where and what time ?'I replied. ‘ Hackney taper, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we meet ?'but I received no further solution. Apart from being astounded to discover from her the other puzzling thing was why Hackney taper ? I quickly did a search on google but cipher jumped out at me. I checked the geartrain lines and estimated the metre to leave from my previous meeting in the city and at 1pm the adjacent day I was on the tube and on my way not knowing what to expect, some advice perhaps, Thomas More information, maybe a perspective client but deep down, I didn't flavour there could be a bingle commodity reason that she should ask to see me.

pull into Hackney wick I saw a sign leading from the platform which was above the road and followed the stone's throw down until I stood at the entryway at the road. The few rider who had alighted soon melt and for the next XV minutes I stood eagerly watching every facial expression that entered or left the station but ten minutes after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her headphone but it went to voicemail. By twenty past I was angry, dejected and feeling like a pure fall guy. I gave her Mobile another call but again, no answer. ‘ This is preposterous'I told myself. Feeling dullard I berated myself and then turning to walk up to the weapons 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 veil my choler. ‘ Good afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting yearn ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you sure ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm certain'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's funny because I've been watching you for the past tense thirty minutes ’. By now my patience had worn thin. I felt diminished. Her response was to reach up, shoes her work force on my shoulders and on tip toes she planted a delicate small candy kiss on my buttock before walking away. I was still tempestuous but that small gesture deflated every base of anger and I simply melted in shock. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing outdoors mouthpiece 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 side of the station. Again I asked her where we were going ? ‘ You will see'and continued to get out me along. As we walked I looked down at her. She was wearing the most beautifully tailored USN gloomy two man suit, this clip with a fitted chick with narrow prick down each thigh, her hair tied back in a short pony tail which made her zygomatic even more large and her smell intoxicated me every time I caught it on the breeze. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with humble industrial unit of measurement and walking half way along she drew me to a red room access and pressed the buzzer. ‘ 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 floor. At the top was a kind of reception desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a scant corridor she turned into a small authority and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by name and a candy kiss on both brass. ‘ 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-scale java table I saw a tray with a bottleful of bubbly and two flute glasses. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the last thing I would own thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of course Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ St. Paul favourite, 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 judgement was in turmoil. We are basically in a storage warehouse industrial building block and an incongruous man had champagne ready and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another pocket-sized elbow room I was surprised to see a large double bed, only openhanded and oval in shape with a red satin cover. The paries were bleak. ‘ wait here for a consequence please ’. Pamela stepped out of the room and I heard her heals on the flooring next door and suddenly light shone through from the former room from several dissimilar sized pickle placed strategically along the rampart separating the two rooms. Each jam 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 back to the wall. Reaching behind her she started to run her fingers seductively around the lip of the golf hole, gradually making her way along the add together duration. ‘ Do you know what these are ?'I nodded and tried to verbalize. My oral fissure was dry. ‘ Gloryholes'I replied eventually. ‘ Mmmm, do you know how many men I've sucked through each one of these ?'I shook my nous. ‘ Dozens !'This used to be an adult cabaret but its closed at the present moment. When job get too much 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 bedroom.

As we entered there was a massive bed. The Black satin cover did zippo to blot out the fact that at least ten people could easily play on it. wickedness black satin pall covered the window and in front of it was an extremely elegant black, incredibly polished dressing board modelled as it if was from the French people Renascence. The rampart and carpet were a deep, dark red and the only illumination from some candles and some very lenient downlighters in the roof casting a mild radiance around the way. In the quoin stood a black wardrobe, large and ornate I could only conceive of what was inside. ‘ Please put the tray on the tabular array. Do you mind pouring ?'I did so as she sauntered over to me. She took her glass, stood in front of me and even though she only reached to me breast, her presence and her diminutive underframe totally dominated me. She sipped her wassail never taking her eyes from mine and I realised I was breathing deeply, my os frontale sweating. ‘ Are you hot Darling'she asked teasingly. ‘ I'm exquisitely'I responded, ‘ it just sense very warm in here ’. She was less than a metre from me and slowly took a whole step forward until she was virtually pressed against my chest. For rationality I can't explain I felt spooky, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. ‘ What's legal injury ?'she cooed at me. ‘ Nothing'I said as she stepped forwards making me ill-treat back again until I felt the edge of the bed against my calves. ‘ You look unquiet'she said and placing her handwriting against my chest she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my champagne spilling down my movement. I went to get up. ‘ Don't move, stoppage there and do as you are narrate ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to keep control and dominate but at this award moment I felt like I was about to be chastised, a small boy before his mother or a tyke before her instructor. Stepping forward she hoisted her skirt to her slim, toned thighs, parted her legs and placed them either side of my knees. Time seemed to stand still as I felt my erecting 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 position to side. Every fourth dimension I felt her leg touch mine it was electric. Her eyes aegir into mine, her confidence so consuming I felt powerless to do anything early than wait for her bidding. She finished her champagne, tossed the glass over her shoulder, it landed with barely a randomness on the thick wool carpet and then reaching round of drinks she undid her doll and it fell to the floor. I lay back mesmerized confronted by her branch encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by pale blue air suspenders and a play off pair of shiny satin Gallic knickers. She not only looked incredibly aphrodisiacal and beautiful but refined. Her legs, slenderize but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to unwrap the release on her courtship crown. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching wan depressed bra that perfectly cupped her low flyspeck breast. Her abdomen was beautiful, toned, her skin picket and translucent.

She tip forward and placed her hands, one on each second joint and telling me to stay perfectly still run forward, unwrap 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 chest, all the while I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my belt, then the clasp of my trouser and lifting my hips she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her authorisation was concluded and sitting on the border of the bed I undid my place, took off my socks, pulled off my pant and after a moment of hesitation I removed my shorts before covering my genitals, something I don't ever retrieve doing before. ‘ Take your hands away and lay back'Slowly I complied as she stepped forward and stood between my articulatio genus. She stood above me, watching me intensely, all the while gently gyrating hips.

My cock 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 end of her breasts she slowly revealed them. Her breasts were very minor, the firmness gone, her skin tone very pale and giving perceptiveness into her age. Her areola were belittled, a very flabby little finger brown gloss, her nipples quite long and very vertical. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an complex number melodic phrase as she brushed her palms over her breasts before pinching her nipple. For the offset fourth dimension she took her eye of me, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she continued to run with her breast as I looked on. Then opening her eyes, she leant forward, cupping her titty in each hand as if offering them to me I raised myself from the bed as she fed me her teat, first one and then the early into my mouth as I brushed them with my mouth, licking and sucking each in crook.

For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting cryptic and heavier, moaning softly as I nipped and sucked her buds. Then she stepped back, pushing me back onto the bed. Then hooking her pollex into the top of her French drawers she pulled them down slowly until she was stick out just in her shoes and stockings. Looking between her legs she has a very tasteful triangle of hair, a mix of a pallid ginger and grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't aid it as my turncock pulses and a boastfully drop of cum is deposited onto my stomach. Without a word she leans forward, takes my cock 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 groan loudly. What happens next totally throws me. Still holding my cock, she straddles my thigh and places her body over my tool. Holding it upright I'm expecting her to depress herself down onto me, burying herself upon my hardness but instead she strokes my rigorousness several times, lets go and grabbing my wrists one in each helping hand pulls my custody above my top dog. 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 cord which she loops around my wrist and pull tight. I'm not alarmed, testing the corduroy I try to pull out 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 bridge player down to even touch the top of my head. Satisfied, she then positions herself above my dresser and moves forward until her knees are either face of my head and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and open above my face. She slowly lower herself above my mouth as I frantically try to lick and smack her pussy. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to strain to hit her, my lingua only just able-bodied to lick her damp lips before she leans forwards allowing me entree to her clitoris.

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 seconds at a prison term. My frustration is now so severe I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me stay on but she doesn't relent as every second or so she raises herself and I'm left empty, her wetness just in above reach. She reaches down, part her lips and starts to knead and stroke her button until I'm pleading to clobber her. Finally she lowers herself upon my fount and I feel her body weight mechanical press down upon my face as she slides her lips across my facial expression as I listen to her moan quietly. She is very wet now, her clit has grown large and engorged, surprisingly large for such a small cleaning lady and I take it in my lip and punch and imbibe it relentlessly. She is coming but then just as I think she is about to blow up and orgasm on my face she places her hands on the bed, edges back down my consistence, takes my erect, wet turncock in her handwriting and impales herself upon it in one swift stroke. He small frame is now pressed down upon my pectus, I can feel her voiceless, set up nipples light touch against my thorax as she starts to ride me using farsighted retard CVA, holding me inscrutable inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, recondite push.

I want to cum. I can palpate her puss clamping around my peter, her condensation making it increasingly difficult to hold back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than ease off she sits back and drives herself hard and deep upon my hammer 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 effort to move but just ballad silently upon my chest until finally she lifts herself clear and roster next to me. Reaching up she unties my script before walking over to the actor's assistant, takes my methamphetamine hydrochloride, fills it, and handing it to me we parcel the glass finishing the bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was fix ? ‘ fix'for what ? I asked but she didn't answer but leans down and takes me in her sass and sucks me again until I finally explode in her mouth totally washed-out .