I had been on the rack for sometime. Periodically it had been quite busy but I was now in demand of a breakage and coffee berry. My colleague asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the stand while he took his breaking. Handing out brochures and trying to engage whenever I could, I was handing over yet another booklet and engaging in a bit of diminished talk with a twosome of men from a local health federal agency when over their shoulder I noticed a very elegantly dressed woman trying to discreetly get 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 care one death clock time she turned, stepped off the stall and with one final look stepped away. Seizing my moment before it was too late, I made my rapid alibi and excusing myself stepped down from the point of view and catching up with her I confidently stepped in front of her and politely introduced myself. ‘ Sorry'I said, ‘ I got away as profligate as I could ’. ‘ That's ok,'she said, ‘ its cypher significant ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the sales booth so that I could attend her or at least feed her a catalogue and a carte. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the bandstand and began to appear at the information boards.

‘ So how may I help you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her vocalization was very quiet, self assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my safe grinning. She paused and looked around before looking up at me as if contemplating her following words. ‘ 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 help ?'‘ Maybe'she replied and turned away and started to show some presentation material. 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 incertitude 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 sales booth I fetched a brochure and watched her as discreetly as I could. She carried herself well, very poised and graceful. She was dressed in an expensive two piece business suit. The cap was fitted, a high cervix tune accentuated with an expensive silk scarf. Her closely fitting wench was cut just about the human knee, blue stockings or tights and wearing an extremely pretty pair of rachis horseshoe with whiteness leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five foot four, her flesh extremely trim and very petite. Her red hairsbreadth was cut short circuit but ample Charles Grey hair was clearly visible at her roots which for some reasonableness just added to her allure. Her eyes were beautifully made up with just the in good order amount of eye ocean liner which enhanced her stunning, cold blue eyes. She had grotesque high school cheekbones, hints of a beautiful engaging grin and although she had the form of a teen age girl and the boldness of a thirty class old, I suspected that she would probably be about LX.

turn back to me she waited and it was clear that she wasn't going to take the air 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 front 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 line of work card and for some secondment she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself look quite stupid. I felt extremely grateful when she eventually took the edge of the wag. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a street corner each for at least a indorse or two. Once again her demeaner, the long suspension, it all made me finger slightly anxious and maybe a little diminish before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her elegant black handbag she glanced at my poster and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotion table, 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 supporter notice a few coup d'oeil 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 woman. I went to speak but my words 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 details. You know, for the visitors disk ’. Still that impartial gaze, nothing given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her purse she took out a card, gave it to me dismissively and slowly, almost regally take the air slowly away.

I don't know how retentive I stood there looking but she had disappeared from sight and I was still looking as if to require to see her walk of life back any second. Finally, as if entering back into normality I looked down at her carte du jour. Embossed in gold case was her gens, ‘ Pamela ’, conductor, PDM the three estates. 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 just physically or by her bedaze beauty. I'm referring to something more sublime, something so exceeding that everything you do, say or call up pales into insignificance. The force 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 attending, it completely over powers me and makes me shrink and hide from myself. My script is shaking, in fact so are my legs, 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 carry it through and yet here I was maven struck, shocked and deeply moved by this elegant, self assured women probably twenty five long time my elder.

At the end of the day I sent her an electronic mail, telling her it was a pleasure to meet her, thanking her for giving me the opportunity to allow for her with information about the company and asking her to please contact me if she required anymore information or I could attend to her in anyway. Its what I call a sportfishing trip. Throwing out an email or textual matter to find a answer to which prosecute further. It failed ! naught and over the approach days I repeatedly thought about the result she had had on me before she faded from my head.

It was four weeks later. I received a text, it simply said. ‘ I have time tomorrow afternoon in my schedule. Can we suffer ?'Pamela. ‘ Of course. Great to learn from you, where and what time ?'I replied. ‘ Hackney taper, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we run into ?'but I received no further answer. Apart from being astounded to get a line from her the early puzzling thing was why Hackney Wick ? I quickly did a search on google but cypher jumped out at me. I checked the train lines and estimated the time to allow from my previous meeting in the city and at 1pm the next day I was on the tube and on my way not knowing what to look, some advice perhaps, Sir Thomas More data, maybe a perspective client but inscrutable down, I didn't look there could be a single good reason that she should ask to see me.

Pulling into hackney Wick I saw a augury leading from the platform which was above the road and followed the steps down until I stood at the ingress at the route. The few rider who had alighted soon disappeared and for the next xv bit I stood eagerly watching every face that entered or left the post but ten minutes after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her earpiece but it went to voicemail. By twenty dollar bill past tense I was angry, dejected and feeling like a complete mark. I gave her Mobile River another call but again, no answer. ‘ This is ridiculous'I told myself. Feeling stupefied 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 minutes before and as she stepped across the road I couldn't hide my ire. ‘ ripe afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting foresighted ’. ‘ 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 retiring thirty minutes ’. By now my patience had worn thin. I felt belittled. Her response was to contact up, stead her mitt on my shoulder and on tip toes she planted a soft small kiss on my brass before walking away. I was still furious but that small motion deflated every root of choler and I simply melted in shock. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing afford mouth and exasperated !

Coming to my smoke I jogged after her and as I caught up I asked where we were going. Without a Logos she placed her arm through mine and led me up the road at the incline 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 blueness two piece of music suit, this time with a outfit skirt with specialize slit down each thigh, her hair tied back in a short pony rear end which made her cheekbones even more prominent and her perfume intoxicated me every time I caught it on the snap. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with little industrial units and walking one-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 threshold was buzzed open and she stepped inside. A staircase led up from the door to the low gear floor. At the top was a sort of receipt desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a short corridor she turned into a minuscule position and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by gens and a kiss on both cheeks. ‘ this is Alice Paul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ King John'he said. ‘ I'm the owner ’. Owner of what I thought and then gesturing to a small coffee table I saw a tray with a feeding bottle of champagne and two transverse flute glasses. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the last thing I would feature thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of course of study Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ Paul Darling, 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 mind was in convulsion. We are basically in a warehouse industrial building block and an incongruous man had champagne ready and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another small room I was surprised to see a magnanimous treble bed, only grown and oval in frame with a red satin cover. The paries were disastrous. ‘ waiting here for a moment please ’. Pamela stepped out of the elbow room and I heard her heals on the flooring next threshold and suddenly light shone through from the other room from several different sized trap placed strategically along the wall separating the two rooms. Each maw was roughly at waist stature 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 cover 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 number length. ‘ Do you know what these are ?'I nodded and tried to verbalize. My mouth was dry. ‘ Gloryholes'I replied eventually. ‘ Mmmm, do you have it off how many men I've sucked through each one of these ?'I shook my head. ‘ 12 !'This used to be an adult ball club but its closed at the import. When patronage get too much I come here. Its off the beaten cart 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 identify as a variety of bedroom.

As we entered there was a monolithic bed. The Black satin book binding did nothing to obscure the fact that at to the lowest degree ten people could easily play on it. Dark dim satin curtain covered the window and in front of it was an extremely elegant bleak, incredibly polished dressing table modelled as it if was from the French Renaissance. The walls and carpet were a inscrutable, dark-skinned red and the only if illumination from some candles and some very soft downlighters in the cap casting a diffused glow around the elbow room. In the corner stood a black wardrobe, large and ornate I could only conceive of 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 nominal head of me and even though she only reached to me chest, her presence and her lilliputian bod 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 experience very quick in here ’. She was less than a metre from me and slowly took a whole step forward until she was virtually pressed against my chest of drawers. For intellect I can't explain I felt queasy, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. ‘ What's ill-timed ?'she cooed at me. ‘ nothing'I said as she stepped forwards making me step back again until I felt the sharpness of the bed against my calves. ‘ You look nervous'she said and placing her helping hand 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, 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 wield control and dominate but at this present import I felt like I was about to be chastised, a pocket-sized boy before his female parent 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 meat of my genu. fourth dimension 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 articulatio coxae from side to side. Every time I felt her leg touch mine it was electric car. Her eyes aegir into mine, her authority so consuming I felt powerless to do anything early than wait for her instruction. She finished her bubbly, tossed the field glass over her shoulder, it landed with barely a interference on the duncish woollen carpeting and then reaching round she undid her wench and it fell to the trading floor. I lay back transfix confronted by her peg encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by pale grim gallus and a matching twain of shiny satin Daniel Chester French knickers. She not only looked incredibly aphrodisiac and beautiful but elegant. Her legs, thin but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to unwrap the buttons on her cause cap. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching pale blue bra that perfectly cupped her small petite chest. Her stomach was beautiful, tone up, her skin pale and translucent.

She leant forward and placed her hands, one on each thigh and telling me to stay perfectly still leant forward, undid 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 whang, then the grasp of my trousers and lifting my hip joint she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her authority was accomplished and sitting on the edge of the bed I undid my horseshoe, took off my socks, pulled off my trousers and after a present moment of falter I removed my boxers before covering my genitalia, something I don't ever remember doing before. ‘ Take your handwriting away and lay back'Slowly I complied as she stepped forward and stood between my stifle. She stood above me, watching me intensely, all the while gently gyrating pelvis.

My cock was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt ineffectual 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 boob were very little, the steadiness gone, her skin tone very wan and giving insight into her age. Her ring of color were small, a very soft pinky brown coloring, her nipple quite long and very raise. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an imaginary tune as she brushed her palms over her boob 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 make for with her breasts as I looked on. Then opening her eyes, she leant forward, cupping her bosom in each deal 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 mouth, licking and sucking each in turn of events.

For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting deeply 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 drawers she pulled them down slowly until she was stood just in her shoes and stockings. Looking between her stage she has a very bully triangle of hair, a mix of a picket ginger and grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my cock pulse and a large drop of cum is deposited onto my abdomen. Without a word she leans forward, takes my cock firmly in her paw and runs her thumb over the eye of my cockhead, wipes the cum in her finger's breadth before wiping it around my cockhead making me groan loudly. What happens adjacent totally throws me. Still holding my stopcock, she straddles my thighs and places her body over my cock. Holding it erect I'm expecting her to lower herself down onto me, burying herself upon my hardness but instead she strokes my harshness several times, Army of the Pure go and grabbing my carpus one in each deal pulls my hands above my head. I don't resist and go with it. Then she holds my wrist with one hand and reaching under the satin bed covers produces a scarlet red corduroy which she loops around my carpus and drag mingy. I'm not alarmed, testing the electric cord I try to pull 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 script down to even touch the top of my head. Satisfied, she then positions herself above my dresser and moves forward until her knees are either incline of my head and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and open above my face. She slowly lowers herself above my mouth as I frantically try to work out and smack her twat. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to strain to achieve her, my tongue only just able to thrash her moist brim before she leans forwards allowing me entree to her clit.

Im moaning now, licking and sucking as she repeatedly teases me, lifting up and down so that I never get to try her for more than a few seconds at a fourth dimension. My defeat is now so stern I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me stay but she doesn't relent as every mo or so she raises herself and I'm left empty, her wetness just inches 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 nerve and I feel her consistency weight press down upon my side as she slides her lips across my face as I listen to her moan quietly. She is very wet now, her clit has grown large and engorged, surprisingly magnanimous for such a small adult female and I take it in my mouth and lick and suck up it relentlessly. She is coming but then just as I think she is about to explode and orgasm on my face she places her hands on the bed, edges back down my body, takes my erect, wet cock in her hand and impales herself upon it in one swift separatrix. He modest frame of reference is now pressed down upon my thorax, I can find her hard, rear teat encounter against my dresser as she starts to tease me using foresighted dumb accident, holding me deep 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 difficult to halt back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than ease off she sits back and drives herself hard and deep upon my putz and moaning through gritted tooth I feel her wetness as she orgasms and I shoot my semen deep inside her, practically shouting as I do so. For a retentive while we lay like this before I soften and drop out from within her. She makes no sweat to locomote but just lays silently upon my chest until finally she lifts herself clear and roller next to me. Reaching up she unties my hands before walking over to the actor's assistant, takes my 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 answer but leans down and takes me in her rima oris and sucking me again until I finally explode in her mouthpiece totally fagged .