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 workfellow asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the viewpoint while he took his geological fault. Handing out brochures and trying to lock whenever I could, I was handing over yet another brochure and engaging in a bit of diminished talk with a couple of men from a topical anaesthetic health authority when over their berm I noticed a very elegantly dressed woman trying to discreetly view 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 attention one cobbler's last time she turned, stepped off the stand and with one final looking stepped away. Seizing my moment before it was too deep, I made my rapid apology and excusing myself stepped down from the pedestal and catching up with her I confidently stepped in front man 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 tie-up so that I could wait on her or at to the lowest degree pass her a catalogue and a batting order. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the viewpoint and began to look at the data boards.

‘ So how may I help you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her voice was very tranquilize, self assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my full smile. She paused and looked around before looking up at me as if contemplating her future Son. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a project ’. She stated very matter of fact. ‘ Ok, why not differentiate me what it is that you are looking for and I will see if I can serve ?'‘ Maybe'she replied and turned away and started to read some display cloth. Her voice was extremely cultured, quietly well verbalize and very engaging to heed to even if her affectation were cold-blooded 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 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 piece byplay suit. The cap was fitted, a high neck opening line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf. Her closely conform to annulus was cut just about the knee joint, dark stockings or tights and wearing an extremely pretty pair of binding shoe with white leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five substructure four, her public figure extremely passementerie and very lilliputian. Her red hair was cut curt but plenteous grey hair was clearly visible at her ascendent which for some grounds just added to her temptingness. Her optic were beautifully made up with just the justly sum of eye liner which enhanced her stunning, cold blue eyes. She had fantastic high cheekbones, touch of a beautiful engaging grinning and although she had the figure of a teen age girl and the face of a 30 year old, I suspected that she would probably be about sixty.

turn back to me she waited and it was crystalize 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 top and confidence, my mien 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 card and for some seconds she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself see quite stupid. I felt extremely grateful when she eventually took the sharpness of the card. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a nook each for at least a mo or two. Once again her demeaner, the long pause, it all made me finger slightly nervous and maybe a little belittled before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her elegant opprobrious purse she glanced at my wag 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, out of the question to read I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six foot plus powerful flesh shrinking in the face of this petite, beautiful, alluring womanhood. I went to speak but my Book caught in my throat. I stepped forwards and feeling quite shamefaced, acting remarkably unprofessional, sounding horribly desperate and rather too keenly, I asked her figure ? ‘ Sorry ?'she said. ‘ Your name ? I didn't get your name or your inside information. You know, for the visitors record ’. Still that unprejudiced gaze, nothing given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her pocketbook she took out a card, gave it to me dismissively and slowly, almost regally walked slowly away.

I don't know how prospicient I stood there looking but she had disappeared from pile and I was still looking as if to look to see her walk back any second. Finally, as if entering back into normality I looked down at her plug-in. Embossed in gilt typeface was her name, ‘ Pamela ’, theater director, PDM acres. It's an unusual thing 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 stupefy beauty. I'm referring to something to a greater extent sublime, something so special that everything you do, say or think pales into insignificance. The burden it has on me is like passion but it's not eye wrenchingly besotted. It feels like Passion of Christ but it's not animal. It doesn't just catch my attention, it completely over powers me and makes me wince and hide from myself. My script is shaking, in fact so are my stage, a sudden rush of Adrenalin or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not surefooted and doubt myself, I have the ability to carry it through and yet here I was stellar struck, shocked and deeply moved by this graceful, self assured char probably twenty five years my older.

At the end of the day I sent her an electronic mail, telling her it was a joy to meet her, thanking her for giving me the opportunity to allow for her with information about the company and asking her to please adjoin me if she required anymore information or I could assist her in anyway. Its what I call a sportfishing trip. Throwing out an e-mail or text to obtain a answer to which engage further. It failed ! nada and over the coming years I repeatedly thought about the core she had had on me before she faded from my intellect.

It was four calendar week later. I received a text, it simply said. ‘ I have metre tomorrow afternoon in my agenda. Can we meet ?'Pamela. ‘ Of course. Great to try from you, where and what clock time ?'I replied. ‘ hackney coach Wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we meet ?'but I received no promote result. Apart from being astounded to hear from her the other puzzling thing was why hackney wick ? I quickly did a search on google but nothing jumped out at me. I checked the caravan lineage and estimated the time to exit from my previous meeting in the urban center and at 1pm the succeeding day I was on the vacuum tube and on my way not knowing what to anticipate, some advice perhaps, more data, maybe a perspective client but deep down, I didn't smell there could be a unmarried well reason that she should ask to see me.

pulling into hackney carriage wick I saw a sign leading from the political program which was above the route and followed the stair down until I stood at the entrance at the road. The few rider who had alighted soon disappeared and for the next xv hour I stood eagerly watching every aspect that entered or left the place but ten transactions after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her headphone but it went to voicemail. By 20 past tense I was angry, dispirit and feeling like a make out mark. I gave her Mobile River another call but again, no reply. ‘ This is ridiculous'I told myself. Feeling poor fish I berated myself and then turning to walk up to the platform I saw her watching me from across the road. I was for sure I hadn't seen her there a few min before and as she stepped across the route I couldn't hide my anger. ‘ honorable good afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting long ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you for certain ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm sure'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's funny because I've been watching you for the past times thirty minutes ’. By now my solitaire had worn flimsy. I felt belittled. Her response was to accomplish up, spot her hands on my articulatio humeri and on tip toes she planted a delicate little kiss on my brass before walking away. I was still angry 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 exposed oral fissure and exasperated !

Coming to my smoke 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 slope 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 low two piece courtship, this clip with a fitted bird with constrict slits down each thigh, her hair tied back in a short pony tail which made her malar even more spectacular and her scent intoxicated me every time I caught it on the breeze. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with small industrial whole and walking one-half way along she drew me to a red door and pressed the buzzer. ‘ Where are we'I asked but she just smiled, the door was buzzed spread out and she stepped inside. A staircase led up from the door to the first floor. At the top was a variety of reception desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a brusque corridor she turned into a small business office and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by name and a kiss on both buttock. ‘ this is Paul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ John'he said. ‘ I'm the owner ’. possessor of what I thought and then gesturing to a minor coffee table I saw a tray with a bottle of champagne and two flute glasses. Of all the matter I expected to see, this was probably the net matter I would give birth thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of course Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ Saint Paul pet, 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 thinker 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 little room I was surprised to see a declamatory double bed, only boastful and oval in shape with a red satin cover. The bulwark were total darkness. ‘ postponement here for a moment please ’. Pamela stepped out of the elbow room and I heard her heals on the flooring next door and suddenly light shone through from the other elbow room from several different sized fix placed strategically along the wall separating the two suite. Each hole was roughly at waistline 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 back to the wall. Reaching behind her she started to run her fingers 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 rima oris was dry. ‘ Gloryholes'I replied eventually. ‘ Mmmm, do you be intimate how many men I've sucked through each one of these ?'I shook my head. ‘ Dozens !'This used to be an adult club but its closed at the moment. When business sector get too much I come here. Its off the beat track, totally discreet 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 bedchamber.

As we entered there was a massive bed. The lightlessness satin cover charge did nothing to veil the fact that at to the lowest degree ten people could easily play on it. Dark black satin pall covered the window and in front of it was an extremely elegant grim, incredibly polished dressing table modelled as it if was from the Gallic Renaissance. The wall and carpet were a recondite, dismal red and the merely illuminance from some candles and some very mild downlighters in the ceiling casting a easy glow around the room. In the corner stood a opprobrious wardrobe, enceinte and flowery 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 field glass, stood in presence of me and even though she only reached to me chest of drawers, her mien and her flyspeck shape 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 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 grounds I can't explain I felt nervous, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. ‘ What's wrong ?'she cooed at me. ‘ goose egg'I said as she stepped forwards making me step back again until I felt the sharpness of the bed against my calves. ‘ You look spooky'she said and placing her hand against my chest she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my bubbly spilling down my front. I went to get up. ‘ Don't motility, stay 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 restraint and dominate but at this present second 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 wench to her slim, toned second joint, parted her legs and placed them either side of my knee. Time seemed to bear 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 rose hip from side to side. Every time I felt her leg have-to doe with mine it was electric. Her eyes bore into mine, her trust so consuming I felt powerless to do anything early than wait for her bid. She finished her champagne, tossed the glass over her shoulder joint, it landed with barely a noise on the deep woolen carpet and then reaching turn she undid her annulus and it fell to the story. I lay back fascinate confronted by her legs encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by pale sorry suspenders and a duplicate pair of shiny satin Daniel Chester French knickers. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but graceful. Her peg, thin but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to undo the buttons on her suit jacket crown. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching pale juicy bra that perfectly cupped her humble midget breast. Her stomach was beautiful, toned, her skin pale and translucent.

She angle forward and placed her hand, one on each second joint and telling me to quell perfectly still lean forward, untie my tie and pulled it free. Then she was pulling at my crownwork 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 bureau, all the while I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my swath, then the grip of my pant and lifting my pelvic arch she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her control was over and sitting on the bound of the bed I undid my horseshoe, took off my socks, pulled off my trousers and after a import of hesitation I removed my boxers before covering my genitals, something I don't ever remember doing before. ‘ Take your mitt away and lay back'Slowly I complied as she stepped forward and stood between my knee. She stood above me, watching me intensely, all the while gently gyrating hips.

My hammer was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt unable to move as I lay with my hands above my promontory as if tied securely. Reaching behind her she unclasped her bra and holding it in front line of her bosom she slowly revealed them. Her breasts were very small, the firmness of purpose gone, her skin tone very picket and giving insight into her age. Her areola were small, a very lenient pinky brown colour, her nipples quite long and very erect. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an fanciful strain as she brushed her palms over her knocker before pinching her nipples. For the first time she took her heart of me, closing her centre and biting her lip as she continued to make for with her breast 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 mouth as I brushed them with my sass, licking and sucking each in turn.

For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting deeper and heavier, 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 people pants she pulled them down slowly until she was tolerate just in her brake shoe and stockings. Looking between her stage she has a very neat trilateral of hair, a mix of a pale ginger and grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my cock pulse and a large drop cloth 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 before wiping it around my cockhead making me groan loudly. What happens next totally throws me. Still holding my cock, she straddles my thighs and places her trunk over my cock. Holding it upright I'm expecting her to bring down herself down onto me, burying herself upon my hardness but instead she strokes my hardness various times, let go and grabbing my wrists one in each bridge player pulls my hands 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 vermilion red cord which she loops around my articulatio radiocarpea and pulls tight. I'm not alarmed, testing the cord I try to pull my hands down but realise that the other end of the electric cord must be affixed to the bedhead somewhere as I'm incapable of pulling my mitt 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 side of my principal and then slowly lowers herself down until her puss is poised, moist and give above my typeface. She slowly lower herself above my mouth as I frantically try to lick and taste her kitty-cat. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to strain to touch her, my lingua only just able to drub her moist rim before she leans forwards allowing me accession 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 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 instant or so she raises herself and I'm left empty, her wetness just inch above reach. She reaches down, parts her lips and starts to massage and stroke her clit until I'm pleading to lick her. Finally she lowers herself upon my face and I feel her body weight press down upon my boldness as she slides her lips across my face as I listen to her moan quietly. She is very wet now, her clit has grown vauntingly and engorged, surprisingly large for such a humble woman and I take it in my mouth and lick 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 mitt on the bed, edges back down my body, takes my erect, wet tool in her manus and impales herself upon it in one swift virgule. He small frame is now pressed down upon my chest, I can feel her gruelling, put up nipples brush against my thorax as she starts to ride me using long deadening strokes, holding me cryptic inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, deep push.

I want to cum. I can sense her pussy clamping around my cock, her contractions making it increasingly unmanageable to harbor back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than ease off she sits back and drives herself surd and deep upon my cock and moaning through gritted dentition 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 attempt to motivate but just ballad silently upon my chest until finally she lifts herself realize and rolls next to me. Reaching up she unties my hands before walking over to the dresser, takes my glass, fills it, and handing it to me we share 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 sucking me again until I finally explode in her mouth totally fagged .