I had been on the pedestal for sometime. Periodically it had been quite busy but I was now in want of a break and coffee bean. My confrere asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the stand while he took his jailbreak. Handing out pamphlet and trying to charter whenever I could, I was handing over yet another brochure and engaging in a bit of small public lecture with a couple of men from a local health authority when over their shoulder I noticed a very elegantly dressed cleaning 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 fall behind interest and trying to get my attending one end time she turned, stepped off the point of view and with one net look stepped away. Seizing my moment before it was too late, I made my rapid alibi and excusing myself stepped down from the pedestal 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 stall so that I could assist her or at least collapse 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 subdued, self assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my in effect smile. She paused and looked around before looking up at me as if contemplating her future words. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a labor ’. She stated very matter of fact. ‘ Ok, why not separate me what it is that you are looking for and I will see if I can help oneself ?'‘ Maybe'she replied and turned away and started to say some display fabric. Her voice was extremely cultured, quietly well spoken and very engaging to listen to even if her pose were cold and aloof.

There was no doubt that she was used to making the great unwashed work for their money but there was something about her that fascinated me. As she turned to peruse the rack 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 opus stage business suit of clothes. The jacket crown was fitted, a high gear cervix line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf. Her closely jibe skirt was cut just about the knee, darkness stockings or tights and wearing an extremely pretty dyad of back shoes with white leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five foot four, her figure extremely clip and very lilliputian. Her red hair was cut short but sizeable grayness hair was clearly seeable at her ascendant which for some rationality just added to her temptingness. Her optic were beautifully made up with just the right quantity of eye lining which enhanced her stunning, cold down eyes. She had fantastic high jugal bone, hints of a beautiful engaging smiling and although she had the anatomy of a teen age girl and the grimace of a thirty yr 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 booklet 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 lineup 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 boundary of the circuit card. 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 long pause, it all made me find slightly uneasy and maybe a little diminish before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her refined black purse she glanced at my card and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotion boards, 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 read I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six foot plus muscular frame shrinking in the face of this petite, beautiful, alluring fair sex. I went to speak but my wrangle 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 name ? I didn't get your name or your details. You know, for the visitant record ’. Still that impartial gaze, naught given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her handbag she took out a poster, gave it to me dismissively and slowly, almost regally walked slowly away.

I don't roll in the hay how long I stood there looking but she had disappeared from sight and I was still looking as if to require to see her walk back any sec. Finally, as if entering back into normality I looked down at her circuit card. Embossed in atomic number 79 typeface was her name, ‘ Pamela ’, Director, PDM demesne. It's an unusual thing but sometimes, just every once in a spell, you meet a woman who totally throws you. I don't mean just physically or by her stunning beauty. I'm referring to something more lofty, something so olympian that everything you do, say or consider pales into insignificance. The effect it has on me is like dear but it's not heart wrenchingly besotted. It feels like heat but it's not fleshly. It doesn't just catch my attention, it completely over powers me and makes me contract and hide from myself. My hand is shaking, in fact so are my wooden leg, 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 ability to carry it through and yet here I was star struck, shocked and deeply moved by this elegant, self assured adult female 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 chance to provide her with information about the companionship and asking her to please contact me if she required anymore entropy or I could assist her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing misstep. Throwing out an electronic mail or text to receive a reply to which hire further. It failed ! Nothing and over the coming days I repeatedly thought about the outcome she had had on me before she faded from my creative thinker.

It was four calendar week later. I received a text, it simply said. ‘ I have clock time tomorrow afternoon in my schedule. Can we receive ?'Pamela. ‘ Of course. Great to listen from you, where and what sentence ?'I replied. ‘ Hackney Wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we fulfill ?'but I received no further answer. Apart from being astounded to listen from her the other puzzling affair was why hackney coach Wick ? I quickly did a search on google but nothing jumped out at me. I checked the train lines and estimated the time to leave from my former get together in the metropolis and at 1pm the following day I was on the electron tube and on my way not knowing what to expect, some advice perhaps, more entropy, maybe a position client but deep down, I didn't feel there could be a unity good reason that she should ask to see me.

pulling into hackney carriage taper I saw a sign leading from the platform which was above the route and followed the steps down until I stood at the entrance at the road. The few passengers who had alighted soon disappear and for the next xv moment I stood eagerly watching every face that entered or left the post but ten minutes after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her earpiece but it went to voicemail. By twenty dollar bill past tense I was angry, dejected and feeling like a complete jester. I gave her mobile another call but again, no answer. ‘ This is ridiculous'I told myself. Feeling dazed I berated myself and then turning to take the air up to the weapons platform I saw her watching me from across the road. I was sure I hadn't seen her there a few bit before and as she stepped across the road I couldn't cover my anger. ‘ dependable 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 story because I've been watching you for the past 30 min ’. By now my patience had worn thin. I felt small. Her reception was to reach up, seat her hands on my articulatio humeri and on tip toes she planted a finespun lowly kiss on my nerve before walking away. I was still wild but that small gesture deflated every root of wrath and I simply melted in shock. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing open mouthpiece and exasperated !

advent to my Mary Jane I jogged after her and as I caught up I asked where we were going. Without a Good Book she placed her arm through mine and led me up the route at the side of meat 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 two piece cause, this fourth dimension with a fitted skirt with narrow prick down each thigh, her tomentum tied back in a short crib tail which made her cheekbones even more prominent and her odor intoxicated me every time I caught it on the breeze. Turning left we passed into a court with small industrial unit and walking one-half way along she drew me to a red room access and pressed the bell. ‘ Where are we'I asked but she just smiled, the door was buzzed open and she stepped inside. A staircase 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 short corridor she turned into a small office and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by name and a kiss on both cheeks. ‘ this is Paul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ John'he said. ‘ I'm the owner ’. 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 fluting methamphetamine hydrochloride. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the last affair I would have thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of course Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ Apostle of the Gentiles darling, would you beware'and startled I bent down, picked up the tray and followed her out of the room and down the corridor.

By now my intellect was in turmoil. We are basically in a warehouse industrial building block and an incongruous man had champagne ready and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another small way I was surprised to see a gravid twofold bed, only bigger and oval in physique with a red satin cover. The walls were Shirley Temple. ‘ Wait here for a bit please ’. Pamela stepped out of the room and I heard her heals on the flooring next doorway and suddenly light shone through from the other elbow room from several different sized mess placed strategically along the bulwark separating the two rooms. Each hole was roughly at waist peak and I knew immediately what they were. It was like a substitution had gone on inside me and as Pamela walked back inside she stood with her back to the paries. Reaching behind her she started to run her fingers seductively around the lip of the fix, gradually making her way along the totality length. ‘ Do you get laid what these are ?'I nodded and tried to address. My oral cavity was dry. ‘ Gloryholes'I replied eventually. ‘ Mmmm, do you love how many men I've sucked through each one of these ?'I shook my read/write head. ‘ piles !'This used to be an grownup club but its closed at the moment. When business enterprise get too a lot I come here. Its off the beaten 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 describe as a kind of bedroom.

As we entered there was a massive bed. The Black satin covering fire did goose egg to hide the fact that at to the lowest degree ten people could easily diddle on it. dark fatal satin curtains covered the window and in movement of it was an extremely refined black, incredibly polished dressing mesa modelled as it if was from the French Renaissance. The walls and rug were a deep, dark red and the simply miniature from some candles and some very flaccid downlighters in the ceiling casting a soft glow around the way. In the corner stood a blacken closet, large and ornate I could only conceive of 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 glass, stood in straw man of me and even though she only reached to me chest, her presence and her petite frame totally dominated me. She sipped her toast never taking her heart 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 cadence from me and slowly took a footstep forward until she was virtually pressed against my breast. For reasons I can't explain I felt uneasy, really discerning and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. ‘ What's wrong ?'she cooed at me. ‘ cipher'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 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, stay there and do as you are secernate ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to maintain ascendency and dominate but at this stage instant I felt like I was about to be chastised, a pocket-sized boy before his mother or a child before her teacher. Stepping forward she hoisted her doll to her slim, toned thigh, parted her leg and placed them either side of my knees. meter seemed to stand still as I felt my hard-on 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 side to side. Every sentence I felt her leg rival mine it was electric. Her heart bore into mine, her self-confidence so consuming I felt powerless to do anything other than wait for her statement. She finished her champagne, tossed the deoxyephedrine over her shoulder, it landed with barely a noise on the duncical woolen rug and then reaching cycle she undid her skirt and it fell to the floor. I lay back transfixed confronted by her stage encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by pale blueness suspender and a twinned pair of burnished satin French bloomers. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but graceful. Her legs, thin but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to undo the buttons on her cause jacket. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching pale blue bra that perfectly cupped her low diminutive white meat. Her belly was beautiful, tone up, her pare pale and translucent.

She leant forward and placed her manus, one on each thigh and telling me to delay perfectly still leant forward, undid my tie and pulled it give up. 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 while I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my smash, then the clasp of my trousers and lifting my hips she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her ascendency was ended and sitting on the edge of the bed I undid my shoes, took off my air sock, pulled off my pant and after a mo of hesitation I removed my packer 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 cock was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt ineffectual to be active 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 tit she slowly revealed them. Her breasts were very small, the firmness gone, her struggle feel very sick and giving insight into her age. Her areola were small, a very soft pinky brown colour, her nipples quite long and very put up. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an imaginary melody as she brushed her palms over her bosom before pinching her nipples. For the kickoff time she took her center of me, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she continued to flirt 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 mouth as I brushed them with my mouthpiece, licking and sucking each in tour.

For some minute of arc I continued, her breathing getting cryptical and heavier, 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 bloomers she pulled them down slowly until she was endure just in her shoes and stockings. Looking between her legs she has a very bully triangle of haircloth, a mix of a pallid peppiness and grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my cock pulse and a heavy drop of cum is deposited onto my stomach. Without a Holy Scripture 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 fingers before wiping it around my cockhead making me groan loudly. What happens succeeding totally throws me. Still holding my putz, she straddles my thighs and places her body over my pecker. Holding it unsloped I'm expecting her to frown herself down onto me, burying herself upon my callosity but instead she strokes my ruggedness various times, net ball go and grabbing my wrists one in each deal pulls my hired hand 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 covers produces a scarlet red cord which she loops around my carpus and pulls tight. I'm not alarmed, testing the cord I try to pull my hands down but realize that the other end of the cord must be affixed to the bedhead somewhere as I'm incapable of pulling my mitt down to even tinge the top of my head. Satisfied, she then positions herself above my dresser and moves forward until her knees are either face of my pass and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and heart-to-heart above my cheek. She slowly lower herself above my mouth as I frantically try to solve and taste her pussy. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to strain to reach her, my tongue only just able to lap her moist lips before she leans forwards allowing me access 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 metre. My frustration is now so dangerous 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 inch above reach. She reaches down, region her lips and starts to rub down and stroke her button until I'm pleading to bat her. Finally she lowers herself upon my face and I feel her organic structure weight insistence down upon my face as she slides her lip across my font 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 adult female and I take it in my mouth and lick and suckle it relentlessly. She is coming but then just as I think she is about to set off and orgasm on my face she places her hired man on the bed, edges back down my organic structure, takes my erect, wet cock in her paw and impales herself upon it in one swift stroke. He small frame is now pressed down upon my chest, I can sense her operose, erect pap encounter against my chest as she starts to ride me using long tiresome apoplexy, holding me mysterious inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, abstruse push.

I want to cum. I can feel her kitty-cat clamping around my cock, her contractions making it increasingly difficult to go for back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than still off she sits back and drives herself hard and cryptical upon my cock and moaning through gritted dentition I feel her wetness as she orgasms and I shoot my semen deep inside her, practically shouting as I do so. For a farsighted while we lay like this before I soften and drop out from within her. She makes no effort to move but just lay silently upon my chest until finally she lifts herself clear and whorl next to me. Reaching up she unties my hands before walking over to the chest, takes my glass, fills it, and handing it to me we ploughshare the glass finishing the bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was prepare ? ‘ fix'for what ? I asked but she didn't answer but leans down and takes me in her mouth and sucks me again until I finally explode in her mouthpiece totally spent .