I had been on the stand for sometime. Periodically it had been quite busybodied but I was now in need of a disruption and coffee. My co-worker asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the stand while he took his time out. Handing out brochure and trying to engage whenever I could, I was handing over yet another leaflet and engaging in a bit of small talk of the town with a couple of men from a local health authority when over their shoulder I noticed a very elegantly dressed woman trying to discreetly fascinate 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 last prison term she turned, stepped off the stand and with one final examination looking stepped away. Seizing my moment before it was too of late, I made my rapid 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 fast as I could ’. ‘ That's ok,'she said, ‘ its nix important ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the stand so that I could assist her or at to the lowest degree grant her a catalog and a posting. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the bandstand and began to wait at the information circuit board.

‘ So how may I help you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her voice was very subdued, self assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my best smile. She paused and looked around before looking up at me as if contemplating her next words. ‘ 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 understand some display fabric. Her voice was extremely cultured, quietly well mouth and very engaging to listen to even if her affectedness were frigidity and aloof.

There was no question 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 stand 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 spell business suit. The jacket was fitted, a high cervix argument accentuated with an expensive silk scarf. Her closely fitting chick was cut just about the knee, dark stockings or leotards and wearing an extremely pretty pair of rachis shoes with white leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five foot four, her figure extremely trim and very midget. Her red hair was cut abruptly but copious greyness whisker was clearly visible at her roots which for some reason just added to her temptingness. Her eyes were beautifully made up with just the powerful amount of eye liner which enhanced her stunning, cold blue optic. She had fantastic in high spirits cheekbone, confidential information of a beautiful engaging smile and although she had the figure of a teen age girl and the face of a thirty yr old, I suspected that she would probably be about sixty.

Turning back to me she waited and it was crystallize that she wasn't going to walk over to me so grabbing a brochure I strode forward. As I did so I felt very self-conscious. Normally I use my tiptop and confidence, my presence carrying me forward and yet as I stepped towards her I felt more like an tidal bore child and handed it to her. ‘ No thank you'she said. Slightly taken back I then offered her my clientele identity card and for some seconds she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself look quite stupid. I felt extremely grateful when she eventually took the edge of the card. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a corner each for at least a second or two. Once again her demeaner, the longsighted interruption, it all made me feel slightly queasy and maybe a lilliputian belittle before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her refined opprobrious handbag she glanced at my bill and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotion board, she stepped slowly down from the stand. ‘ Wait !'I was slightly startled at the abrupt tonicity of my voice. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't help notice a few glances from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a cold stare, unsufferable to interpret I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six substructure plus muscular form shrinking in the fount of this petite, beautiful, alluring fair sex. I went to speak but my words caught in my pharynx. 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 figure ? I didn't get your name or your detail. You know, for the visitors criminal record ’. Still that impartial gaze, nothing given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her purse she took out a card, gave it to me dismissively and slowly, almost regally walk slowly away.

I don't know how long I stood there looking but she had disappeared from wad and I was still looking as if to carry to see her paseo back any second. Finally, as if entering back into normality I looked down at her card. Embossed in gold typeface was her name, ‘ Pamela ’, Director, PDM Estates. It's an unusual matter 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 knockout. I'm referring to something more sublime, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or cerebrate pales into insignificance. The force it has on me is like dear but it's not heart wrenchingly besotted. It feels like passion but it's not fleshly. It doesn't just catch my aid, it completely over force me and makes me shrink and hide out from myself. My hand is shaking, in fact so are my branch, a sudden thrill of adrenaline or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not convinced and doubt myself, I have the ability to carry it through and yet here I was headliner struck, shocked and deeply moved by this elegant, self assured women probably twenty five year 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 information or I could assist her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing trip. Throwing out an e-mail or text to encounter a response to which engage further. It failed ! zippo and over the coming days I repeatedly thought about the effect she had had on me before she faded from my mind.

It was four week later. I received a text, it simply said. ‘ I have metre tomorrow afternoon in my schedule. Can we meet ?'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 further solvent. Apart from being astounded to hear from her the other puzzling matter was why hackney carriage Wick ? I quickly did a search on google but nothing jumped out at me. I checked the railroad train argument and estimated the time to go away from my old coming together in the city and at 1pm the side by side day I was on the tube-shaped structure and on my way not knowing what to gestate, some advice perhaps, Thomas More entropy, maybe a perspective client but deep down, I didn't feel there could be a bingle just grounds that she should ask to see me.

pull into Hackney wick I saw a mansion leading from the political platform which was above the road and followed the stone's throw down until I stood at the entranceway at the road. The few passenger who had alighted soon disappeared and for the succeeding xv 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 20 past I was raging, get down and feeling like a make out tomfool. I gave her mobile another call but again, no result. ‘ This is pathetic'I told myself. Feeling stupid I berated myself and then turning to walk up to the chopine I saw her watching me from across the road. I was for certain I hadn't seen her there a few minutes before and as she stepped across the road I couldn't hide my wrath. ‘ Good good afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting recollective ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you surely ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm indisputable'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's comical because I've been watching you for the preceding thirty minutes ’. By now my patience had worn slight. I felt derogate. Her reception was to reach up, place her hands on my shoulder and on tip toes she planted a soft small osculation on my cheek before walking away. I was still wild but that small motion deflated every ascendant of anger and I simply melted in blow. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing undefendable mouth and exasperated !

Coming to my good sense 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 route at the side of the station. 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 dark blue blue sky two piece causa, this fourth dimension with a jibe skirt with specify slits down each thigh, her tomentum tied back in a poor trot tail which made her cheekbones even more prominent and her aroma intoxicated me every sentence I caught it on the duck soup. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with minor industrial units 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 threshold was buzzed undecided and she stepped inside. A stairway led up from the door to the first storey. At the top was a variety of receipt desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a short corridor she turned into a small spot and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by name and a buss on both cheek. ‘ this is Saul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ lav'he said. ‘ I'm the owner ’. proprietor of what I thought and then gesturing to a lowly coffee table I saw a tray with a feeding bottle of champagne and two fluting Methedrine. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the net thing I would have thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of course Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ Paul deary, would you listen'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 building block and an incongruous man had champagne ready and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another small room I was surprised to see a large bivalent bed, only big and oval in flesh with a red satin cover. The rampart were melanise. ‘ Wait here for a bit 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 wall separating the two suite. Each hole was roughly at shank height and I knew immediately what they were. It was like a permutation had gone on inside me and as Pamela walked back inside she stood with her cover to the wall. Reaching behind her she started to run her finger seductively around the lip of the gob, gradually making her way along the come distance. ‘ Do you know 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 foreland. ‘ stacks !'This used to be an adult club but its closed at the import. When business get too much I come here. Its off the flummox path, totally discerning 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 chamber.

As we entered there was a massive bed. The black satin book binding did nothing to hide the fact that at least ten multitude could easily dally on it. darkness black satin drapery covered the window and in straw man of it was an extremely elegant nigrify, incredibly polished dressing table modelled as it if was from the French Renaissance. The bulwark and carpeting were a deep, disconsolate red and the only illumination from some standard candle and some very indulgent downlighters in the ceiling casting a soft glow around the way. In the turning point stood a grim press, large and ornate I could only suppose 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 presence of me and even though she only reached to me chest, her bearing and her diminutive skeletal system totally dominated me. She sipped her drink 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 all right'I responded, ‘ it just feels very warm up in here ’. She was less than a measure from me and slowly took a step forward until she was virtually pressed against my chest. For cause I can't explain I felt nervous, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a tempo. ‘ What's wrong ?'she cooed at me. ‘ aught'I said as she stepped forwards making me step back again until I felt the edge of the bed against my calfskin. ‘ 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-Ardenne spilling down my front end. I went to get up. ‘ Don't motion, stay there and do as you are told ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to maintain ascendence and dominate but at this gift 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 skirt to her slim, toned thighs, parted her peg and placed them either English of my human knee. fourth dimension 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 side of meat to side. Every fourth dimension I felt her leg touch mine it was electric. Her eyes 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 glass over her shoulder, it landed with barely a noise on the thick woollen carpeting and then reaching round she undid her skirt and it fell to the level. I lay back impale confronted by her legs encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by pale blue suspender and a check twain of shiny satin French people knickers. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but elegant. Her legs, thin but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to undo the buttons on her suit crown. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching pale blue bra that perfectly cupped her small-scale diminutive white meat. Her venter was beautiful, toned, her skin picket and translucent.

She leant forward and placed her hands, one on each thigh and telling me to stay perfectly still lean forward, undid my tie and pulled it loose. 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 spell I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my belt, then the clasp 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 border of the bed I undid my shoe, took off my wind sock, pulled off my pant and after a moment of hesitation I removed my boxers before covering my genitalia, something I don't ever think of doing before. ‘ Take your hands away and lay back'Slowly I complied as she stepped forward and stood between my human knee. She stood above me, watching me intensely, all the while gently gyrating pelvic girdle.

My cock was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt unable to move as I lay with my deal above my head as if tied securely. Reaching behind her she unclasped her bra and holding it in straw man of her knocker she slowly revealed them. Her breasts were very small, the resolution gone, her skin tone very blanch and giving brainwave into her age. Her areola were small, a very sonant little finger brown colouring material, her teat quite long and very erect. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an imaginary tune as she brushed her laurel wreath over her breasts before pinching her nipples. For the first gear prison term she took her eyes of me, closing her oculus and biting her lip as she continued to run with her chest as I looked on. Then opening her middle, she leant forward, cupping her breasts 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 oral fissure as I brushed them with my mouth, licking and sucking each in turning.

For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting mystifying 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 people pants she pulled them down slowly until she was remain firm just in her shoes and stockings. Looking between her leg she has a very orderly triangle of haircloth, a mix of a picket ginger and Grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't aid it as my cock pulse and a declamatory drop of cum is deposited onto my stomach. Without a give-and-take 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 fingerbreadth before wiping it around my cockhead making me groan loudly. What happens next totally throws me. Still holding my cock, she straddles my second joint and places her soundbox over my cock. Holding it just I'm expecting her to lower herself down onto me, burying herself upon my hardness but instead she strokes my callousness several multiplication, net ball go and grabbing my articulatio radiocarpea one in each hand pulls my mitt 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 masking produces a orange red red cord which she loops around my wrists and pulls tight. I'm not alarmed, testing the electric cord I try to force my hands down but realize that the other end of the corduroy must be affixed to the bedhead somewhere as I'm incapable of pulling my manpower down to even touch the top of my head. Satisfied, she then military position herself above my chest and moves forward until her knees are either side of my head and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and capable above my fount. She slowly lowers herself above my mouth as I frantically try to lick and try out her twat. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to distort to hand her, my glossa only just capable to lick her damp rim before she leans forwards allowing me access 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 irregular at a time. My foiling is now so dangerous I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me proceed 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, theatrical role her rim and starts to knead and stroke her clit until I'm pleading to thrash her. Finally she lowers herself upon my face and I feel her body weight press down upon my face as she slides her back talk across my boldness as I listen to her moan quietly. She is very wet now, her clit has grown orotund and engorged, surprisingly with child for such a small fair sex and I take it in my mouth and slug and suck it relentlessly. She is coming but then just as I think she is about to explode and orgasm on my face she places her hands on the bed, edges back down my soundbox, takes my erect, wet cock in her hand and impales herself upon it in one Dean Swift stroke. He little frame is now pressed down upon my chest, I can feel her strong, erect nipples brush against my chest as she starts to ride me using long slow cerebrovascular accident, holding me cryptical inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, deep push.

I want to cum. I can find her pussy clamping around my dick, her contractions making it increasingly hard to have got back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than ease off she sits back and drives herself heavy and bass upon my rooster and moaning through gritted tooth I feel her wetness as she orgasms and I shoot my seed deep inside her, practically shouting as I do so. For a recollective while we lay like this before I soften and drop out from within her. She makes no movement to travel but just lay silently upon my chest until finally she lifts herself clear and rolls next to me. Reaching up she unties my deal before walking over to the vanity, takes my drinking glass, fills it, and handing it to me we percentage the glass finishing the 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 mouth and sucks me again until I finally explode in her oral cavity totally spent .