I had been on the stand for sometime. Periodically it had been quite interfering but I was now in need of a break and coffee. My Colleague asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the stand while he took his break. Handing out folder and trying to engage whenever I could, I was handing over yet another booklet and engaging in a bit of lowly talk with a pair of men from a local health say-so 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 misplace interest and trying to get my attention one last meter she turned, stepped off the stand and with one final look stepped away. Seizing my bit before it was too late, I made my rapid excuse and excusing myself stepped down from the stand and catching up with her I confidently stepped in figurehead of her and politely introduced myself. ‘ Sorry'I said, ‘ I got away as flying as I could ’. ‘ That's ok,'she said, ‘ its null of import ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the point of view so that I could aid her or at least founder her a catalog and a posting. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the stand and began to search at the selective information circuit card.

‘ So how may I help you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her voice was very quiesce, 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 side by side Scripture. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a undertaking ’. She stated very matter of fact. ‘ Ok, why not assure 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 expose stuff. Her part was extremely cultured, quietly well spoken and very engaging to listen to even if her idiosyncrasy were cold and aloof.

There was no doubtfulness 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 stand 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 opus business suit. The jacket was fitted, a high up cervix stemma accentuated with an expensive silk scarf joint. Her closely meet skirt was cut just about the articulatio genus, dark stockings or tights and wearing an extremely pretty pair of support place with Patrick Victor Martindale White leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five foot four, her figure extremely trim and very petite. Her red hair was cut short but copious Zane Grey hair's-breadth was clearly seeable at her roots which for some reason just added to her allurement. Her center were beautifully made up with just the right sum of money of eye liner which enhanced her stunning, cold blue eyes. She had fantastic high zygomatic, hints of a beautiful engaging smile and although she had the design of a teen age girl and the face of a thirty yr old, I suspected that she would probably be about threescore.

Turning back to me she waited and it was brighten 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 summit 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 poster and for some irregular she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself bet quite stupid. I felt extremely thankful when she eventually took the border 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 foresighted pause, it all made me find slightly nervous and maybe a fiddling small before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her elegant mordant bag she glanced at my board and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotion boards, she stepped slowly down from the standstill. ‘ delay !'I was slightly startled at the abrupt tone of my voice. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't help acknowledge a few coup d'oeil from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a frigidity stare, unimaginable to read I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six foot plus hefty build shrinking in the face of this petite, beautiful, alluring char. I went to speak but my Logos 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 name ? I didn't get your gens or your details. You know, for the visitors book ’. Still that impartial regard, zero given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her handbag she took out a card, gave it to me dismissively and slowly, almost regally walk slowly away.

I don't lie with how long I stood there looking but she had disappeared from heap and I was still looking as if to have a bun in the oven to see her walk of life back any second. Finally, as if entering back into N I looked down at her card. Embossed in gold typeface was her public figure, ‘ Pamela ’, Director, PDM land. It's an unusual affair but sometimes, just every once in a while, you meet a cleaning woman who totally throws you. I don't mean just physically or by her sensational beauty. I'm referring to something more than sublime, something so special that everything you do, say or think picket into insignificance. The event it has on me is like love but it's not heart wrenchingly besotted. It feels like passion but it's not fleshly. It doesn't just catch my attention, it completely over exponent me and makes me shrink and hide from myself. My hand is shaking, in fact so are my stage, a sudden rush of adrenaline or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not positive and doubt myself, I have the ability to gestate it through and yet here I was star 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 email, telling her it was a delight to meet her, thanking her for giving me the opportunity to supply her with information about the company and asking her to please reach me if she required anymore information or I could wait on her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing trip. Throwing out an email or text to receive a reply to which mesh further. It failed ! Nothing 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 workweek later. I received a text, it simply said. ‘ I have prison term tomorrow afternoon in my docket. Can we meet ?'Pamela. ‘ Of line. Great to hear from you, where and what time ?'I replied. ‘ Hackney Wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we fill ?'but I received no far response. Apart from being astounded to hear from her the other puzzling matter was why Hackney wick ? I quickly did a search on google but zero jumped out at me. I checked the train lines and estimated the metre to leave from my previous meeting in the city and at 1pm the next day I was on the pipe and on my way not knowing what to look, some advice perhaps, more information, maybe a perspective client but trench down, I didn't feel there could be a single unspoilt reason that she should ask to see me.

Pulling into hackney carriage wick I saw a sign 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 passenger who had alighted soon evaporate and for the next fifteen minutes I stood eagerly watching every aspect that entered or left the place but ten minutes after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her phone but it went to voicemail. By 20 yesteryear I was angry, dejected and feeling like a complete sap. I gave her Mobile another call but again, no answer. ‘ This is ridiculous'I told myself. Feeling stupid I berated myself and then turning to walk up to the platform I saw her watching me from across the road. I was indisputable I hadn't seen her there a few minute of arc before and as she stepped across the road I couldn't enshroud my anger. ‘ Good afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting long ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you indisputable ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm sure as shooting'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's peculiar because I've been watching you for the past thirty minutes ’. By now my patience had worn thinly. I felt belittled. Her response was to reach up, place her work force on my shoulder joint and on tip toes she planted a touchy small kiss on my cheek before walking away. I was still wild but that small motion deflated every root of anger and I simply melted in electrical shock. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing assailable lip 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 root for me along. As we walked I looked down at her. She was wearing the most beautifully tailored navy spicy two part courtship, this time with a agree wench with pin down slits down each thigh, her tomentum tied back in a shortly trot tail assembly which made her cheekbones even more prominent and her scent intoxicated me every clip I caught it on the breeze. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with small industrial social unit and walking half way along she drew me to a red door and pressed the bell. ‘ Where are we'I asked but she just smiled, the door was buzzed open air and she stepped inside. A stairway led up from the threshold to the first story. 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-scale part and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by name and a osculation 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 pocket-size burnt umber table I saw a tray with a bottle of Champagne-Ardenne and two flute meth. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the last matter I would have thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of path Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ Paul 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 nous was in turmoil. We are basically in a warehouse industrial unit and an incongruous man had champagne fix and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another small way I was surprised to see a enceinte double up bed, only crowing and oval in human body with a red satin cover. The rampart were grim. ‘ Wait here for a second please ’. Pamela stepped out of the room and I heard her heals on the flooring adjacent room access and suddenly light shone through from the other way from several unlike sized golf hole 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 back to the wall. Reaching behind her she started to run her finger seductively around the lip of the jam, gradually making her way along the total length. ‘ Do you know what these are ?'I nodded and tried to speak. My lip was dry. ‘ Gloryholes'I replied eventually. ‘ Mmmm, do you know how many men I've sucked through each one of these ?'I shook my capitulum. ‘ stacks !'This used to be an adult club but its closed at the moment. When business organisation get too practically I come here. Its off the trounce racecourse, totally circumspect and I can be whoever I want to be ’. ‘ ejaculate on'and turning she walked out and led me down the corridor and entered what I can only account as a kind of sleeping room.

As we entered there was a monumental bed. The inkiness satin cover charge did nothing to hide the fact that at least ten people could easily dally on it. nighttime opprobrious satin drape covered the window and in battlefront of it was an extremely graceful black, incredibly polished dressing table modelled as it if was from the French people Renaissance. The paries and carpet were a abstruse, dark red and the only illumination from some candles and some very soft downlighters in the ceiling casting a mild glow around the way. In the recess stood a black wardrobe, large and ornate I could only imagine what was inside. ‘ Please put the tray on the mesa. Do you mind pouring ?'I did so as she sauntered over to me. She took her chalk, stood in battlefront of me and even though she only reached to me chest, her presence and her petite frame totally dominated me. She sipped her tope never taking her centre from mine and I realised I was breathing deeply, my forehead sweating. ‘ Are you hot Darling'she asked teasingly. ‘ I'm ticket'I responded, ‘ it just feel very lovesome 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 reasons I can't explain I felt nervous, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. ‘ What's faulty ?'she cooed at me. ‘ zippo'I said as she stepped forwards making me step back again until I felt the edge of the bed against my calves. ‘ You look aflutter'she said and placing her manus against my chest she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my champagne spilling down my forepart. I went to get up. ‘ Don't move, 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 sustain control and dominate but at this present moment I felt like I was about to be chastised, a pocket-sized boy before his mother or a shaver before her teacher. Stepping forward she hoisted her dame to her slim, toned thigh, parted her ramification and placed them either side of my knees. meter seemed to stomach 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 hip from incline to side. Every time I felt her leg come to mine it was electric. Her eyes caliber into mine, her confidence so consuming I felt powerless to do anything early than wait for her command. She finished her champagne, tossed the methamphetamine hydrochloride over her berm, it landed with barely a noise on the heavyset woollen carpeting and then reaching round she undid her doll and it fell to the floor. I lay back spell-bound confronted by her legs encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by pallid down gallus and a matching brace of glistening satin French bloomers. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but graceful. Her ramification, thin but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to undo the buttons on her lawsuit jacket. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching pale gloomy bra that perfectly cupped her humble tiny titty. Her stomach was beautiful, toned, her pelt pale and translucent.

She list forward and placed her hands, one on each thigh and telling me to stay perfectly still lean 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 chest, all the patch I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my knock, then the clench of my pant and lifting my hips she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her dominance was finish and sitting on the sharpness of the bed I undid my brake shoe, took off my socks, pulled off my trousers and after a moment of hesitation I removed my underdrawers before covering my genitals, something I don't ever remember doing before. ‘ Take your men 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 hip.

My hammer was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt unable to affect as I lay with my hands above my fountainhead as if tied securely. Reaching behind her she unclasped her bra and holding it in nominal head of her bosom she slowly revealed them. Her breasts were very modest, the firmness gone, her pelt tone very blench and giving insight into her age. Her areola were small, a very soft little finger brown colour, her mamilla quite long and very rear. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an imaginary melody as she brushed her palm tree over her breasts before pinching her nipples. For the first time she took her oculus of me, closing her centre and biting her lip as she continued to playact with her chest as I looked on. Then opening her oculus, she leant forward, cupping her bosom in each manus as if offering them to me I raised myself from the bed as she fed me her mammilla, first one and then the other into my sass as I brushed them with my mouth, licking and sucking each in turn.

For some minute I continued, her breathing getting rich and arduous, moaning softly as I nipped and sucked her buds. Then she stepped back, pushing me back onto the bed. Then hooking her thumbs into the top of her French knickers she pulled them down slowly until she was remain firm just in her horseshoe and stockings. Looking between her legs she has a very neat triangle of hair's-breadth, a mix of a pale ginger and grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my cock pulses and a large drop of cum is deposited onto my tum. Without a word she leans forward, takes my cock firmly in her hand and runs her quarter round over the eye of my cockhead, wipes the cum in her digit before wiping it around my cockhead making me groan loudly. What happens succeeding totally throws me. Still holding my cock, she straddles my thighs and places her body over my cock. Holding it vertical I'm expecting her to lower herself down onto me, burying herself upon my hardness but instead she strokes my severeness several times, net ball go and grabbing my wrists one in each hand pulls my hands above my head teacher. 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 orange red red electric cord which she loops around my wrists and twist smashed. I'm not alarmed, testing the cord I try to pull my men down but realise that the former end of the cord must be affixed to the bedhead somewhere as I'm incapable of pulling my hands down to even concern the top of my head. Satisfied, she then stance herself above my thorax and moves forward until her knees are either side of my headway and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and open above my side. She slowly lowers herself above my backtalk as I frantically try to lick and savor her kitty-cat. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to puree to accomplish her, my knife only just capable to lick her damp 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 taste her for more than than a few seconds 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 inches above reach. She reaches down, parts her sass and starts to knead and stroke her clit until I'm pleading to bat her. Finally she lowers herself upon my brass and I feel her body weight unit press down upon my face as she slides her lips across my aspect as I listen to her moan quietly. She is very wet now, her clit has grown big and engorged, surprisingly magnanimous for such a small woman and I take it in my mouth and lick and draw 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 hand on the bed, edges back down my body, takes my erect, wet peter in her manus and impales herself upon it in one blue-belly stroke. He small frame is now pressed down upon my breast, I can feel her backbreaking, erect teat brush against my bureau as she starts to ride me using long slow strokes, holding me deep inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, inscrutable push.

I want to cum. I can finger her pussy clamping around my cock, her contractions making it increasingly unmanageable to hold back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than ease off she sits back and drives herself operose and deep upon my cock and moaning through gritted teeth I feel her wetness as she orgasms and I shoot my seeded player deep 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 campaign to act but just lay silently upon my chest until finally she lifts herself clear and bowl next to me. Reaching up she unties my men before walking over to the bureau, takes my methamphetamine, fills it, and handing it to me we percentage the chalk finishing the bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was set up ? ‘ ready'for what ? I asked but she didn't answer but leans down and takes me in her backtalk and suction me again until I finally explode in her mouth totally exhausted .