I had been on the standpoint for sometime. Periodically it had been quite busy 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 stall while he took his break. Handing out brochures and trying to engage whenever I could, I was handing over yet another booklet and engaging in a bit of small lecture with a couple of men from a local wellness potency when over their articulatio humeri I noticed a very elegantly dressed adult female trying to discreetly catch 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 final stage metre she turned, stepped off the rack and with one concluding flavour stepped away. Seizing my moment before it was too late, I made my rapid exculpation and excusing myself stepped down from the stand and catching up with her I confidently stepped in forepart of her and politely introduced myself. ‘ Sorry'I said, ‘ I got away as fast as I could ’. ‘ That's ok,'she said, ‘ its nothing of import ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the bandstand so that I could assist her or at least throw her a catalogue and a card. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the rack and began to wait at the information boards.

‘ So how may I assist you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her representative was very quiet, self assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my adept 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 undertaking ’. She stated very topic of fact. ‘ Ok, why not severalise me what it is that you are looking for and I will see if I can aid ?'‘ Maybe'she replied and turned away and started to read some display textile. Her vocalisation was extremely cultured, quietly well utter and very engaging to heed to even if her mannerism were cold 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 pamphlet and watched her as discreetly as I could. She carried herself well, very poise and elegant. She was dressed in an expensive two art object stage business suit. The jacket was fitted, a high cervix line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf joint. Her closely fitting doll was cut just about the stifle, dark stockings or leotards and wearing an extremely pretty couplet of back shoe with Theodore Harold White leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five foot four, her figure extremely trimness and very petite. Her red hair was cut short but plentiful grey hairsbreadth was clearly seeable at her rootage which for some reason just added to her allurement. Her middle were beautifully made up with just the right quantity of eye liner which enhanced her stunning, cold dispirited eye. She had fantastic high cheekbone, hints of a beautiful engaging smile and although she had the physical body of a teenage age fille and the face of a xxx year old, I suspected that she would probably be about sixty.

turn back to me she waited and it was clear that she wasn't going to walk over to me so grabbing a pamphlet I strode forward. As I did so I felt very self-conscious. Normally I use my height and sureness, 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 appear quite pudden-head. I felt extremely thankful when she eventually took the edge of the card. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a turning point each for at to the lowest degree a second or two. Once again her demeaner, the long intermission, it all made me experience slightly uneasy and maybe a little belittle before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her elegant black purse she glanced at my scorecard and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotion table, she stepped slowly down from the stand. ‘ delay !'I was slightly startled at the abrupt tone of my vocalism. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't assistance acknowledge a few coup d'oeil from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a cold stare, insufferable to say I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six foot plus hefty frame shrinking in the facial expression of this petite, beautiful, alluring woman. I went to speak but my words caught in my throat. I stepped forwards and feeling quite shamefaced, acting remarkably unprofessional, sounding horribly heroic and rather too keenly, I asked her public figure ? ‘ Sorry ?'she said. ‘ Your gens ? I didn't get your name or your inside information. You know, for the visitor disk ’. Still that impartial gaze, nothing given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her purse she took out a visiting card, gave it to me dismissively and slowly, almost regally walk slowly away.

I don't know how longsighted I stood there looking but she had disappeared from mass and I was still looking as if to expect to see her walk back any indorse. Finally, as if entering back into normality I looked down at her lineup. Embossed in gold typeface was her epithet, ‘ Pamela ’, Director, PDM demesne. It's an unusual thing but sometimes, just every once in a while, you meet a woman who totally throws you. I don't mean value just physically or by her stunning stunner. I'm referring to something more sublime, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or remember pales into insignificance. The result it has on me is like love life but it's not heart wrenchingly besotted. It feels like passion but it's not fleshly. It doesn't just catch my care, it completely over king me and makes me shrink and hide from myself. My hand is shaking, in fact so are my branch, a sudden spate 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 carry it through and yet here I was star struck, shocked and deeply moved by this graceful, self assured womanhood probably twenty five years my fourth-year.

At the end of the day I sent her an electronic mail, telling her it was a delight 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 info or I could assist her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing trip. Throwing out an email or textual matter to welcome a response to which engage further. It failed ! cypher and over the approaching days I repeatedly thought about the effect she had had on me before she faded from my intellect.

It was four weeks later. I received a text edition, it simply said. ‘ I have time tomorrow afternoon in my docket. Can we meet ?'Pamela. ‘ Of trend. Great to hear from you, where and what time ?'I replied. ‘ hackney Wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we meet ?'but I received no foster answer. Apart from being astounded to try from her the other puzzling matter was why hackney coach taper ? I quickly did a search on google but nothing jumped out at me. I checked the gear blood line and estimated the time to bequeath from my previous meeting in the metropolis and at 1pm the next day I was on the vacuum tube and on my way not knowing what to expect, some advice perhaps, more information, maybe a perspective client but mystifying down, I didn't feeling there could be a single good understanding that she should ask to see me.

Pulling into hackney coach Wick I saw a planetary house leading from the chopine 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 next xv minutes I stood eagerly watching every facial expression 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 I was angry, dejected and feeling like a complete fool. I gave her mobile another yell but again, no solvent. ‘ This is nonsensical'I told myself. Feeling pudden-head I berated myself and then turning to walk up to the platform I saw her watching me from across the road. I was sure I hadn't seen her there a few transactions before and as she stepped across the route I couldn't blot out my anger. ‘ Good afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting tenacious ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you certainly ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm sure'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's funny because I've been watching you for the past thirty minutes ’. By now my patience had worn slight. I felt belittled. Her reception was to turn over up, stead her hands on my articulatio humeri and on tip toes she planted a touchy low kiss on my cheek before walking away. I was still tempestuous but that minor gesture deflated every solution of anger and I simply melted in shock. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing open backtalk 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 pull me along. As we walked I looked down at her. She was wearing the most beautifully tailored navy low-spirited two musical composition cause, this metre with a fitted bird with narrow slits down each thigh, her hair's-breadth tied back in a short-circuit pony can which made her malar even more prominent and her scent intoxicated me every time I caught it on the breeze. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with small industrial unit of measurement and walking half way along she drew me to a red threshold and pressed the buzzer. ‘ Where are we'I asked but she just smiled, the door was buzzed undefendable and she stepped inside. A stairway led up from the door to the first floor. At the top was a kind of receipt desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a shortsighted corridor she turned into a modest spot and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by name and a kiss on both face. ‘ 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 small burnt umber tabular array I saw a tray with a bottle of champagne and two flute glass glasses. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the stopping point thing I would have thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of course 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 creative thinker was in agitation. We are basically in a storage 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 declamatory double bed, only bigger and oval in shape with a red satin cover. The walls were mordant. ‘ hold here for a moment please ’. Pamela stepped out of the way and I heard her heals on the flooring next threshold and suddenly light shone through from the other room from various dissimilar sized holes placed strategically along the rampart separating the two rooms. Each hole was roughly at waist altitude 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 digit seductively around the lip of the holes, gradually making her way along the total duration. ‘ Do you recognise 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 head. ‘ 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 pound track, totally circumspect and I can be whoever I want to be ’. ‘ cum on'and turning she walked out and led me down the corridor and entered what I can only describe as a variety of bedroom.

As we entered there was a monumental bed. The Black satin cover did nada to hide the fact that at least ten people could easily play on it. dark black satin curtains covered the window and in front end of it was an extremely graceful pitch blackness, incredibly polished dressing board modelled as it if was from the Daniel Chester French Renaissance. The walls and carpet were a deep, blue red and the only miniature from some candles and some very indulgent downlighters in the cap casting a diffused radiance around the room. In the corner stood a black wardrobe, boastfully and ornate I could only think what was inside. ‘ Please put the tray on the tabular array. 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 chest of drawers, her bearing and her petite frame totally dominated me. She sipped her salute never taking her middle from mine and I realised I was breathing deeply, my os frontale sweating. ‘ Are you hot Darling'she asked teasingly. ‘ I'm hunky-dory'I responded, ‘ it just finger very warm in here ’. She was less than a metre from me and slowly took a pace forward until she was virtually pressed against my chest. For reasons I can't explain I felt nervous, really worried and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. ‘ What's wrong ?'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 calf. ‘ You look nervous'she said and placing her handwriting against my pectus she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my bubbly spilling down my front. I went to get up. ‘ Don't movement, stop there and do as you are order ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to maintain controller and dominate but at this present mo 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 skirt to her slim, toned thighs, parted her legs and placed them either side of my knee joint. clock time seemed to suffer 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 joint from side to side. Every meter I felt her leg allude mine it was electric. Her eyes dullard into mine, her authority so consuming I felt powerless to do anything former than hold for her command. She finished her bubbly, tossed the trash over her shoulder, it landed with barely a racket on the thick woollen rug and then reaching stave she undid her skirt and it fell to the base. I lay back transfix confronted by her pegleg encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by blanch blue-blooded suspender and a fit couplet of glazed satin French knickers. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but elegant. Her wooden leg, thin but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to undo the buttons on her case jacket. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a twin picket depressed bra that perfectly cupped her small petite breast. Her belly was beautiful, toned, her scramble pale and translucent.

She tip forward and placed her hand, one on each thigh and telling me to stay perfectly still be given forward, unwrap my tie and pulled it free. Then she was pulling at my crown 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 pectus, all the while I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my belt, then the clutches of my pant and lifting my hips she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her potency was sodding and sitting on the edge of the bed I undid my shoes, took off my air sock, pulled off my trousers and after a moment of waver I removed my underdrawers before covering my genitals, something I don't ever remember doing before. ‘ Take your workforce 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 hip.

My cock was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt unable 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 boob she slowly revealed them. Her boob were very humble, the firmness gone, her skin tone very pale and giving insight into her age. Her areola were lowly, a very piano pinky brown semblance, her nipples quite long and very raise. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an imaginary melodic line as she brushed her palms over her knocker before pinching her nipples. For the first base time she took her heart of me, closing her centre and biting her lip as she continued to bet with her titty as I looked on. Then opening her centre, she be given forward, cupping her breasts in each hand as if offering them to me I raised myself from the bed as she fed me her teat, first one and then the other into my mouth as I brushed them with my mouth, licking and sucking each in turn.

For some arcminute 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 knickers she pulled them down slowly until she was stick out just in her shoes and stockings. Looking between her wooden leg she has a very dandy Triangulum of hair, a mix of a sick peppiness and grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't avail it as my cock pulses and a large drop of cum is deposited onto my stomach. Without a Logos 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 finger's breadth before wiping it around my cockhead making me moan loudly. What happens following totally throws me. Still holding my cock, she straddles my second joint and places her body over my cock. Holding it upright I'm expecting her to get down herself down onto me, burying herself upon my rigour but instead she strokes my stiffness various times, Lashkar-e-Toiba go and grabbing my wrists one in each hand pulls my 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 cover song produces a scarlet red cord which she loops around my wrist and drag mingy. I'm not alarmed, testing the cord I try to attract my hands down but realise that the other end of the cord must be affixed to the bedhead somewhere as I'm incapable of pulling my handwriting down to even reach the top of my head. Satisfied, she then spot herself above my chest and moves forward until her knees are either position of my head and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and give above my face. She slowly lowers herself above my mouth as I frantically try to lick and savour her snatch. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to strain to get through her, my tongue only just able to lap up her moist sass 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 Sir Thomas More than a few arcsecond at a clip. 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 bit or so she raises herself and I'm leftfield empty, her wetness just inches above reach. She reaches down, parts her rim and starts to knead and stroke her clitoris until I'm pleading to lick her. Finally she lowers herself upon my grimace and I feel her body weighting jam down upon my face as she slides her mouth across my face as I listen to her moan quietly. She is very wet now, her clit has grown large and engorged, surprisingly large for such a pocket-sized woman and I take it in my back talk and lick and suck it relentlessly. She is coming but then just as I think she is about to explode and orgasm on my typeface she places her hands on the bed, edges back down my consistency, takes my erect, wet cock in her paw and impales herself upon it in one blue-belly throw. He small skeletal system is now pressed down upon my breast, I can feel her grueling, vertical pap brush against my chest as she starts to tantalise me using tenacious slow cam stroke, holding me rich inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, deep push.

I want to cum. I can find her cunt clamping around my cock, her compression making it increasingly difficult to hold back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than ease off she sits back and drives herself hard and inscrutable upon my prick and moaning through gritted teeth I feel her wetness as she orgasms and I shoot my seed deep inside her, practically shouting as I do so. For a foresightful while we lay like this before I soften and drop out from within her. She makes no sweat to act but just ballad silently upon my chest until finally she lifts herself clear and coil next to me. Reaching up she unties my mitt before walking over to the dresser, takes my meth, fills it, and handing it to me we parcel the field glass finishing the feeding bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was set up ? ‘ ready'for what ? I asked but she didn't solution but leans down and takes me in her rima oris and suction me again until I finally explode in her mouth totally spent .