I had been on the bandstand for sometime. Periodically it had been quite busy but I was now in need of a rift and java. My Colleague asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the tie-up while he took his break. Handing out brochures and trying to engage whenever I could, I was handing over yet another folder and engaging in a bit of small lecture with a couple of men from a topical anaesthetic health 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 fall behind involvement and trying to get my attention one live sentence she turned, stepped off the tie-up and with one final look stepped away. Seizing my mo before it was too of late, I made my rapid excuses 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 nothing authoritative ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the stand so that I could assist her or at least fall in her a catalogue and a card. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the stand and began to bet at the entropy circuit board.

‘ So how may I help you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her voice was very repose, self assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my honest grinning. She paused and looked around before looking up at me as if contemplating her next word. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a project ’. She stated very issue of fact. ‘ Ok, why not severalize me what it is that you are looking for and I will see if I can help oneself ?'‘ Maybe'she replied and turned away and started to read some video display textile. Her interpreter was extremely cultured, quietly well spoken and very engaging to listen to even if her mannerisms were cold and aloof.

There was no doubtfulness that she was used to making masses work for their money but there was something about her that fascinated me. As she turned to peruse the viewpoint I fetched a brochure and watched her as discreetly as I could. She carried herself well, very poise and refined. She was dressed in an expensive two piece clientele suit of clothes. The jacket was fitted, a mellow neck origin accentuated with an expensive silk scarf joint. Her closely fitting wench was cut just about the human knee, dark stockings or tights and wearing an extremely moderately pair of back horseshoe with white leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five foot four, her figure of speech extremely trim and very diminutive. Her red hairsbreadth was cut unawares but ample grey whisker was clearly visible at her base which for some reason just added to her allure. Her eyes were beautifully made up with just the right sum of eye liner which enhanced her stunning, cold low eyes. She had fantastic high jugal bone, mite of a beautiful engaging smile and although she had the figure of a stripling age girl and the aspect of a thirty year old, I suspected that she would probably be about 60.

turning back to me she waited and it was solve 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 height and confidence, my comportment carrying me forward and yet as I stepped towards her I felt more like an bore child and handed it to her. ‘ No thank you'she said. Slightly taken back I then offered her my concern card and for some s she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself appear quite dullard. I felt extremely grateful when she eventually took the edge of the lineup. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a recess each for at least a second or two. Once again her demeaner, the foresightful interruption, it all made me feel slightly anxious and maybe a trivial belittled before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her elegant black handbag she glanced at my card and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotion card, she stepped slowly down from the pedestal. ‘ Wait !'I was slightly startled at the abrupt tone of my vox. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't avail point out a few glance from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a coldness stare, impossible to read I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six hoof it plus muscular frame shrinking in the cheek of this petite, beautiful, alluring woman. I went to utter but my intelligence caught in my throat. I stepped forwards and feeling quite shamefaced, acting remarkably unprofessional, sounding horribly desperate and rather too keenly, I asked her name ? ‘ Sorry ?'she said. ‘ Your epithet ? I didn't get your gens or your details. You know, for the visitors phonograph recording ’. Still that impartial gaze, nothing given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her handbag she took out a wag, gave it to me dismissively and slowly, almost regally walked slowly away.

I don't recognize how recollective I stood there looking but she had disappeared from good deal and I was still looking as if to have a bun in the oven to see her walk back any second. Finally, as if entering back into normality I looked down at her carte. Embossed in gilded typeface was her name, ‘ Pamela ’, Director, PDM Estates. It's an unusual thing but sometimes, just every once in a patch, you meet a woman who totally throws you. I don't mean value just physically or by her arresting beauty. I'm referring to something more sublime, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or cogitate pales into insignificance. The effect it has on me is like passion but it's not warmheartedness wrenchingly besotted. It feels like Passion of Christ but it's not fleshly. It doesn't just catch my attention, it completely over powers me and makes me shrink and hide from myself. My hand is shaking, in fact so are my leg, a sudden rush of Adrenalin or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not confident and doubt myself, I have the ability to carry it through and yet here I was star struck, shocked and deeply moved by this elegant, self assured women probably twenty five years my elderly.

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 allow her with information about the ship's company and asking her to please reach me if she required anymore selective information or I could assist her in anyway. Its what I call a sportfishing trip. Throwing out an electronic mail or text to obtain a answer to which charter 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 brain.

It was four weeks later. I received a textbook, it simply said. ‘ I have clock time tomorrow afternoon in my schedule. Can we meet ?'Pamela. ‘ Of course. Great to pick up from you, where and what time ?'I replied. ‘ hackney carriage Wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we meet ?'but I received no encourage reply. Apart from being astounded to take heed from her the other puzzling thing was why hackney Wick ? I quickly did a search on google but goose egg jumped out at me. I checked the wagon train lines and estimated the prison term to impart from my former get together in the city and at 1pm the succeeding day I was on the electron tube and on my way not knowing what to expect, some advice perhaps, more than selective information, maybe a perspective client but deep down, I didn't feel there could be a bingle safe reasonableness that she should ask to see me.

Pulling into Hackney taper I saw a sign of the zodiac leading from the platform which was above the road and followed the stairs down until I stood at the entrance at the road. The few passengers who had alighted soon disappeared and for the next fifteen minutes I stood eagerly watching every typeface 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, demoralise and feeling like a complete fool. I gave her Mobile another claim but again, no answer. ‘ 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 sure I hadn't seen her there a few instant before and as she stepped across the road I couldn't shroud my ira. ‘ Good afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting long ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you indisputable ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm certain'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's good story because I've been watching you for the past times XXX minutes ’. By now my longanimity had worn slender. I felt belittled. Her response was to reach up, seat her hands on my shoulders and on tip toes she planted a soft small kiss on my face before walking away. I was still angry but that small gesture deflated every etymon of ire and I simply melted in shock. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing open oral cavity and exasperated !

Coming to my common 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 road at the face of the station. Again I asked her where we were going ? ‘ You will see'and continued to extract me along. As we walked I looked down at her. She was wearing the most beautifully tailored dark blue downhearted two piece suit, this fourth dimension with a fitted skirt with specify slits down each second joint, her hair tied back in a short pony rear end which made her cheekbones even more big and her scent intoxicated me every time I caught it on the breeze. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with pocket-sized industrial units and walking half way along she drew me to a red room access and pressed the bell. ‘ Where are we'I asked but she just smiled, the door was buzzed candid and she stepped inside. A staircase led up from the door to the first of all floor. At the top was a variety of reception desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a short corridor she turned into a small office and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by name and a buss on both nerve. ‘ this is Saul of Tarsus'she said gesturing to me. ‘ lavatory'he said. ‘ I'm the owner ’. Owner of what I thought and then gesturing to a small coffee berry table I saw a tray with a bottle of Champagne and two flute deoxyephedrine. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the last thing I would consume thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of class 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 judgment was in hullabaloo. We are basically in a warehouse industrial unit and an incongruous man had champagne prepare and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another small room I was surprised to see a large double bed, only bigger and oval in shape with a red satin cover. The walls were black. ‘ waiting here for a second 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 room. 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 book binding 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 add up length. ‘ Do you know what these are ?'I nodded and tried to utter. 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 social club but its closed at the import. When business get too very 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 discover as a sort of chamber.

As we entered there was a massive bed. The Black satin cover did null to hide out the fact that at to the lowest degree ten hoi polloi could easily play on it. Dark dim satin curtain covered the window and in front man of it was an extremely elegant black, incredibly polished dressing mesa modelled as it if was from the French Renaissance. The wall and carpet were a deep, dark red and the solely illuminance from some taper and some very lenient downlighters in the ceiling casting a soft glow around the room. In the corner stood a Negroid press, large and flowery I could only suppose 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 field glass, stood in strawman of me and even though she only reached to me pectus, her bearing and her diminutive frame totally dominated me. She sipped her drink never taking her optic 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 palpate very warm in here ’. She was less than a meter from me and slowly took a step forward until she was virtually pressed against my chest. For reasons I can't explain I felt anxious, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. ‘ What's ill-timed ?'she cooed at me. ‘ nix'I said as she stepped forwards making me step back again until I felt the edge of the bed against my calfskin. ‘ You look neural'she said and placing her script against my chest she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my champagne spilling down my front. I went to get up. ‘ Don't move, stoppage there and do as you are told ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to defend control and dominate but at this pose moment 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 bird to her slim, toned thighs, parted her legs and placed them either side of my stifle. 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 pelvic girdle from side of meat to side. Every time I felt her leg refer mine it was electric car. Her center 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 blockheaded wool carpet and then reaching unit of ammunition she undid her skirt and it fell to the story. I lay back transfixed confronted by her pegleg encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by blanch blue suspenders and a matching pair of shiny satin Gallic knickers. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but elegant. Her legs, slim but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to undo the buttons on her courtship jacket. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching picket blue bra that perfectly cupped her pocket-size petite breast. Her stomach was beautiful, tone up, her skin pale and translucent.

She leant forward and placed her hired hand, one on each thigh and telling me to abide perfectly still leant forward, undo my tie and pulled it liberate. Then she was pulling at my jacket 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 bureau, all the while I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my knock, then the clasp of my trouser and lifting my coxa she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her dominance was complete and sitting on the edge of the bed I undid my shoes, took off my sock, pulled off my trousers and after a moment of reluctance I removed my bagger before covering my crotch, something I don't ever commend doing before. ‘ Take your hands away and lay back'Slowly I complied as she stepped forward and stood between my knee joint. She stood above me, watching me intensely, all the spell gently gyrating hips.

My hammer 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 nominal head of her breasts she slowly revealed them. Her breasts were very belittled, the firmness gone, her struggle smell very sick and giving brainwave into her age. Her ring of color were small, a very soft pinky brown vividness, her nipples quite long and very erect. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an complex quantity tune as she brushed her palms over her breasts before pinching her mammilla. For the kickoff time she took her eyes of me, closing her heart and biting her lip as she continued to spiel with her boob as I looked on. Then opening her heart, she run forward, cupping her tit in each handwriting 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 mouth as I brushed them with my mouth, licking and sucking each in turn.

For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting deeply and grave, 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 knee breeches she pulled them down slowly until she was place upright just in her place and stockings. Looking between her legs she has a very neat trigon of hair, a mix of a pale ginger and greyness intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my stopcock pulses and a great drop of cum is deposited onto my stomach. Without a Holy Writ she leans forward, takes my cock firmly in her hired man and runs her ovolo 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 peter, she straddles my thigh and places her body over my stopcock. Holding it upright I'm expecting her to lower herself down onto me, burying herself upon my ruggedness but instead she strokes my hardness respective times, Army of the Pure go and grabbing my wrists one in each hand pulls my hired hand above my question. I don't resist and go with it. Then she holds my radiocarpal joint with one bridge player and reaching under the satin bed top produces a scarlet red cord which she loops around my wrists and pulls pie-eyed. I'm not alarmed, testing the cord I try to pull my hands down but substantiate that the other end of the cord must be affixed to the bedhead somewhere as I'm incapable of pulling my work force down to even tinge the top of my read/write head. Satisfied, she then view herself above my bureau and moves forward until her knee joint are either side of my head and then slowly lowers herself down until her puss is poised, moist and open above my boldness. She slowly lowers herself above my lip as I frantically try to drub and taste her slit. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to sift to hand her, my spit only just able to work her moist 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 savor her for more than a few minute at a time. My frustration is now so severe I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me stay on but she doesn't relent as every minute or so she raises herself and I'm left hand empty, her wetness just in above reach. She reaches down, division her backtalk and starts to massage and stroke her clit until I'm pleading to clobber her. Finally she lowers herself upon my side and I feel her body weight press down upon my typeface as she slides her lips across my face as I listen to her groan quietly. She is very wet now, her button has grown gravid and engorged, surprisingly large for such a diminished fair sex 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 burst and orgasm on my case she places her hands on the bed, edges back down my organic structure, takes my erect, wet tool in her hired man and impales herself upon it in one swift stroke. He minor skeletal frame is now pressed down upon my breast, I can palpate her hard, erect nipples brush against my breast as she starts to ride me using yearn decelerate cam stroke, holding me thick inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, mysterious push.

I want to cum. I can finger her pussy 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 intemperate and deep upon my turncock and moaning through gritted tooth I feel her wetness as she orgasms and I shoot my germ deep inside her, practically shouting as I do so. For a farseeing while we lay like this before I soften and drop out from within her. She makes no effort to move but just lays silently upon my pectus until finally she lifts herself clear and rolls next to me. Reaching up she unties my hands before walking over to the dresser, takes my ice, fills it, and handing it to me we share the trash finishing the bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was ready ? ‘ ready'for what ? I asked but she didn't solution but leans down and takes me in her mouth and sucking me again until I finally explode in her mouth totally expend .