I had been on the sales booth for sometime. Periodically it had been quite busy but I was now in need of a break of serve and coffee. My Colleague asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the standpoint while he took his break. Handing out pamphlet and trying to engage whenever I could, I was handing over yet another brochure and engaging in a bit of small talk with a twain of men from a local wellness authority when over their shoulder 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 mislay interest and trying to get my tending one hold up clock time she turned, stepped off the stand and with one final look stepped away. Seizing my instant before it was too late, I made my rapid excuses and excusing myself stepped down from the stand and catching up with her I confidently stepped in strawman of her and politely introduced myself. ‘ Sorry'I said, ‘ I got away as fast as I could ’. ‘ That's ok,'she said, ‘ its nothing authoritative ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the stall so that I could serve her or at least have her a catalogue and a card. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the stand and began to reckon at the selective information boards.

‘ So how may I help you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her vocalisation was very calm down, 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 tidings. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a labor ’. 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 register some expose textile. 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 citizenry work for their money but there was something about her that fascinated me. As she turned to peruse the stand I fetched a pamphlet 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 suit of clothes. The jacket crown was fitted, a high neck rail line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf joint. Her closely fitting skirt was cut just about the stifle, dark stockings or tights and wearing an extremely pretty duo of backwards skid with white leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five foot four, her pattern extremely crop and very petite. Her red hairsbreadth was cut short but sizable Second Earl Grey whisker was clearly visible at her roots which for some reasonableness just added to her temptingness. Her heart were beautifully made up with just the right amount of eye liner which enhanced her stunning, low temperature drear eyes. She had marvelous senior high cheekbones, hints of a beautiful engaging grin and although she had the pattern of a teenaged age girl and the face of a thirty year old, I suspected that she would probably be about sixty.

turn back to me she waited and it was pull in that she wasn't going to take the air over to me so grabbing a pamphlet I strode forward. As I did so I felt very self-aware. Normally I use my height and self-assurance, 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 card and for some seconds she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself look quite stupefied. I felt extremely thankful when she eventually took the edge of the add-in. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a corner each for at least a indorsement or two. Once again her demeaner, the farseeing suspension, it all made me experience slightly anxious and maybe a little derogate before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her refined black handbag she glanced at my card and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the forwarding circuit board, she stepped slowly down from the stand. ‘ Wait !'I was slightly startled at the disconnected tone of my voice. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't help comment a few glances 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 sinewy frame shrinking in the face of this petite, beautiful, alluring womanhood. I went to address but my parole caught in my throat. I stepped forwards and feeling quite shamefaced, acting remarkably unprofessional, sounding horribly dire and rather too keenly, I asked her figure ? ‘ Sorry ?'she said. ‘ Your name ? I didn't get your name or your details. You know, for the visitant record ’. Still that impartial regard, nothing 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 walked slowly away.

I don't acknowledge how long I stood there looking but she had disappeared from tidy sum and I was still looking as if to wait to see her pass back any second. Finally, as if entering back into normality I looked down at her card. Embossed in aureate typeface was her name, ‘ Pamela ’, Director, PDM land. It's an strange affair 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 beauty. I'm referring to something to a greater extent elevated, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or think picket into insignificance. The result it has on me is like love but it's not heart wrenchingly besotted. It feels like passion but it's not carnal. It doesn't just catch my attention, it completely over king me and makes me funk and hide from myself. My hand is shaking, in fact so are my stage, a sudden boot of adrenaline or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not confident and question myself, I have the ability to convey it through and yet here I was star struck, shocked and deeply moved by this elegant, self assured women probably twenty five twelvemonth my senior.

At the end of the day I sent her an email, telling her it was a pleasure to fulfil her, thanking her for giving me the opportunity to provide her with data 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 stumble. Throwing out an e-mail or text to get a response to which take further. It failed ! Nothing and over the climax days I repeatedly thought about the event she had had on me before she faded from my mind.

It was four calendar week later. I received a text, it simply said. ‘ I have time tomorrow afternoon in my docket. Can we touch ?'Pamela. ‘ Of trend. Great to take heed from you, where and what time ?'I replied. ‘ Hackney wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we meet ?'but I received no farther result. Apart from being astounded to hear from her the other puzzling matter was why Hackney Wick ? I quickly did a lookup on google but nothing jumped out at me. I checked the train lines and estimated the time to leave from my premature meeting in the city and at 1pm the succeeding day I was on the electron tube and on my way not knowing what to ask, some advice perhaps, more than data, maybe a position client but late down, I didn't feel there could be a single good reason that she should ask to see me.

pulling into Hackney 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 route. The few passengers who had alighted soon disappeared and for the side by side fifteen hour I stood eagerly watching every face that entered or left the station but ten minutes after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her phone but it went to voicemail. By 20 past tense I was angry, dejected and feeling like a accomplished fool. I gave her mobile another vociferation but again, no solvent. ‘ This is ridiculous'I told myself. Feeling stunned I berated myself and then turning to take the air up to the platform I saw her watching me from across the road. I was surely I hadn't seen her there a few minutes before and as she stepped across the road I couldn't shroud my ira. ‘ good afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting hanker ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you sure ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm sure'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's funny because I've been watching you for the by thirty minutes ’. By now my forbearance had worn fragile. I felt belittled. Her answer was to reach up, place her hands on my shoulders and on tip toes she planted a touchy minuscule kiss on my nerve before walking away. I was still angry but that humble gesture deflated every root of ire and I simply melted in shock. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing receptive mouth and exasperated !

climax to my locoweed I jogged after her and as I caught up I asked where we were going. Without a Word of God she placed her arm through mine and led me up the road at the slope 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 navy blue two patch suit of clothes, this time with a fitted bird with specialize slit down each thigh, her hair tied back in a short shot glass fundament which made her cheekbones even more prominent and her scent intoxicated me every sentence I caught it on the breeze. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with little industrial social unit 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 door was buzzed open and she stepped inside. A staircase led up from the door to the initiatory floor. At the top was a kind of reception desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a curt corridor she turned into a little office and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by name and a candy kiss on both cheeks. ‘ this is Saul of Tarsus'she said gesturing to me. ‘ John'he said. ‘ I'm the proprietor ’. possessor of what I thought and then gesturing to a small coffee table I saw a tray with a feeding bottle of bubbly and two flute glasses. Of all the thing I expected to see, this was probably the finally affair I would have thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of course of instruction 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 thinker was in convulsion. We are basically in a warehouse industrial unit and an incongruous man had champagne ready and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another small room I was surprised to see a large double bed, only bigger and oval in contour with a red satin cover. The walls were black. ‘ Wait here for a instant please ’. Pamela stepped out of the room and I heard her heals on the flooring following room access and suddenly light shone through from the other way from respective different sized mess placed strategically along the bulwark separating the two rooms. Each hole was roughly at waistline meridian and I knew immediately what they were. It was like a electrical switch had gone on inside me and as Pamela walked back inside she stood with her backbone 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 distance. ‘ Do you live what these are ?'I nodded and tried to talk. My oral fissure was dry. ‘ Gloryholes'I replied eventually. ‘ Mmmm, do you get laid how many men I've sucked through each one of these ?'I shook my heading. ‘ Dozens !'This used to be an adult club but its closed at the moment. When business get too much 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 monumental bed. The Black satin cover did nothing to hide the fact that at to the lowest degree ten mass could easily act on it. nighttime black satin curtains covered the window and in battlefront of it was an extremely elegant fatal, incredibly polished dressing board modelled as it if was from the French Renaissance. The paries and carpeting were a deep, dark red and the only miniature from some candela and some very diffuse downlighters in the ceiling casting a cushy glow around the way. In the recession stood a black press, orotund and ornate I could only opine what was inside. ‘ Please put the tray on the board. Do you heed 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 comportment and her petite skeletal frame totally dominated me. She sipped her drink never taking her eye 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 experience very fond 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 intellect I can't explain I felt nervous, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. ‘ What's wrongfulness ?'she cooed at me. ‘ Nothing'I said as she stepped forwards making me step back again until I felt the edge of the bed against my calfskin. ‘ You look queasy'she said and placing her hand against my pectus she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my champagne spilling down my figurehead. I went to get up. ‘ Don't motility, stay there and do as you are assure ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to assert control and dominate but at this deliver instant I felt like I was about to be chastised, a small boy before his female parent or a small fry before her teacher. Stepping forward she hoisted her skirt to her slim, toned thighs, parted her legs and placed them either side of my knees. sentence 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 pelvis from side to side. Every time I felt her leg touch mine it was electric. Her middle eager into mine, her confidence so consuming I felt powerless to do anything other than wait for her command. She finished her champagne, tossed the Methedrine over her shoulder, it landed with barely a interference on the thick-skulled woollen carpet and then reaching round she undid her skirt and it fell to the base. I lay back transfixed confronted by her legs encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by pale blue gallus and a check span of shiny satin French knickers. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but refined. Her legs, slight but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to undo the buttons on her wooing jacket. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching sick bluing bra that perfectly cupped her diminished lilliputian breast. Her belly was beautiful, toned, her cutis pale and translucent.

She leant forward and placed her men, one on each thigh and telling me to stay perfectly still leant forward, loosen my tie and pulled it dislodge. 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 breast, all the patch I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my bash, then the clutch of my trousers and lifting my hip joint she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her ascendancy was complete and sitting on the bound of the bed I undid my brake shoe, took off my wind sleeve, pulled off my trousers and after a moment of hesitation I removed my drawers before covering my crotch, 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 articulatio genus. She stood above me, watching me intensely, all the while gently gyrating hips.

My shaft was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt unable 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 of her breasts she slowly revealed them. Her bosom were very small, the resolve gone, her scrape whole step very blench and giving insight into her age. Her areola were small, a very mild pinky brown colouring, her nipples quite long and very erect. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an imaginary number tune as she brushed her palms over her chest before pinching her tit. For the low gear time she took her eyes of me, closing her optic and biting her lip as she continued to play with her breast as I looked on. Then opening her middle, she slant forward, cupping her knocker in each hired man 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 sassing as I brushed them with my rima oris, licking and sucking each in go.

For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting deeper and sound, 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 pants she pulled them down slowly until she was stood just in her skid and stockings. Looking between her legs she has a very straight Triangle of hair, a mix of a wan ginger and grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't service it as my cock pulsing and a declamatory drop-off of cum is deposited onto my stomach. Without a Scripture she leans forward, takes my turncock 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 next totally throws me. Still holding my cock, she straddles my thighs and places her body over my cock. Holding it upright I'm expecting her to let down herself down onto me, burying herself upon my harshness but instead she strokes my rigourousness various times, lets go and grabbing my wrists one in each hand pulls my helping hand above my point. 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 wrists and clout tight. I'm not alarmed, testing the cord I try to overstretch my deal down but bring in 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 adjoin the top of my mind. Satisfied, she then positions herself above my chest and moves forward until her knees are either side of my headspring and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and receptive above my look. She slowly lower berth herself above my mouthpiece as I frantically try to lick and taste her pussy. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to strain to pass her, my tongue only just able to solve her dampish 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 second base at a fourth dimension. My frustration is now so severe I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me carry on but she doesn't relent as every minute or so she raises herself and I'm left field empty, her wetness just inches above reach. She reaches down, parts her sassing and starts to knead and stroke her button until I'm pleading to work her. Finally she lowers herself upon my face and I feel her body weight public press down upon my nerve as she slides her backtalk across my face as I listen to her moan quietly. She is very wet now, her clit has grown enceinte and engorged, surprisingly big for such a small adult female 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 hand on the bed, edges back down my body, takes my erect, wet cock in her helping hand and impales herself upon it in one Gustavus Franklin Swift diagonal. He pocket-size frame is now pressed down upon my bureau, I can sense her hard, erect tit brush against my chest as she starts to rally me using long dumb CVA, holding me deep inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, trench push.

I want to cum. I can finger her twat clamping around my stopcock, her contractions making it increasingly difficult to check back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than still off she sits back and drives herself voiceless and thick upon my shaft and moaning through gritted teeth I feel her wetness as she orgasms and I shoot my ejaculate cryptical 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 roll next to me. Reaching up she unties my handwriting before walking over to the dresser, takes my field glass, fills it, and handing it to me we share the glass finishing the feeding bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was ready ? ‘ ready'for what ? I asked but she didn't reply but leans down and takes me in her mouth and suction me again until I finally explode in her mouthpiece totally played out .