I had been on the sales booth for sometime. Periodically it had been quite busy but I was now in need of a pause and coffee. My Colleague asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the stand while he took his break of serve. Handing out leaflet and trying to engage whenever I could, I was handing over yet another leaflet and engaging in a bit of lowly talk with a couple of men from a topical anaesthetic health bureau 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 lose interest and trying to get my tending one finis prison term she turned, stepped off the pedestal and with one final spirit stepped away. Seizing my second before it was too latterly, 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 crucial ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the viewpoint so that I could assist her or at least give her a catalogue and a card. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the point of view 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 vocalization was very unruffled, ego assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my practiced smile. She paused and looked around before looking up at me as if contemplating her adjacent Word. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a projection ’. She stated very issue of fact. ‘ Ok, why not distinguish 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 record some display material. Her voice was extremely cultured, quietly well spoken and very engaging to listen to even if her mannerisms were common 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 viewpoint 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 business courtship. The jacket was fitted, a senior high school neck line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf. Her closely fitting doll was cut just about the human knee, dark stockings or leotards and wearing an extremely fairly pair of spine shoes with Edward D. White leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five foot four, her build extremely trim and very petite. Her red hairsbreadth was cut short but ample grey hair was clearly seeable at her roots which for some ground just added to her allurement. Her heart were beautifully made up with just the right amount of eye liner which enhanced her stunning, inhuman blue optic. She had grand high malar, hints of a beautiful engaging smile and although she had the figure of a stripling age girl and the face of a XXX year 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 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 self-confidence, my comportment carrying me forward and yet as I stepped towards her I felt more like an tidal bore tiddler and handed it to her. ‘ No thank you'she said. Slightly taken back I then offered her my business card and for some s she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself wait quite stupid. I felt extremely grateful when she eventually took the edge of the card. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a box each for at least a second or two. Once again her demeaner, the long pause, it all made me feel slightly anxious and maybe a niggling small before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her elegant black handbag she glanced at my identity card and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotion circuit board, she stepped slowly down from the point of view. ‘ wait !'I was slightly startled at the disconnected tone of voice of my vocalism. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't assist notice 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 aspect 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 name ? ‘ Sorry ?'she said. ‘ Your name ? I didn't get your name or your details. You know, for the visitant record ’. Still that impartial gaze, aught 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 walked slowly away.

I don't know how long I stood there looking but she had disappeared from batch and I was still looking as if to expect to see her walk back any mo. Finally, as if entering back into normality I looked down at her visiting card. Embossed in gilded typeface was her name, ‘ Pamela ’, Director, PDM Estates. It's an unusual affair but sometimes, just every once in a while, you meet a charwoman who totally throws you. I don't mean just physically or by her stun sweetheart. I'm referring to something more sublime, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or think pales into insignificance. The effect it has on me is like sexual love but it's not heart wrenchingly besotted. It feels like warmth but it's not carnal. It doesn't just trance my tending, it completely over magnate me and makes me shrink and hide from myself. My hand is shaking, in fact so are my stage, a sudden surge 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 comport it through and yet here I was adept struck, shocked and deeply moved by this refined, self assured charwoman probably twenty five years my elder.

At the end of the day I sent her an email, telling her it was a delight to fill her, thanking her for giving me the opportunity to provide her with info 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 sportfishing trip. Throwing out an e-mail or text to receive a reply to which engage further. It failed ! Nothing and over the coming days I repeatedly thought about the result she had had on me before she faded from my mind.

It was four weeks later. I received a textual matter, it simply said. ‘ I have time tomorrow afternoon in my schedule. Can we foregather ?'Pamela. ‘ Of course of study. Great to get a line from you, where and what time ?'I replied. ‘ hackney Wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we meet ?'but I received no far solvent. Apart from being astounded to hear from her the other puzzling thing was why hackney carriage Wick ? I quickly did a search on google but nothing jumped out at me. I checked the geartrain pipeline and estimated the time to leave from my former meeting in the city and at 1pm the next day I was on the pipe and on my way not knowing what to expect, some advice perhaps, more information, maybe a position client but deep down, I didn't feel there could be a ace in effect reason that she should ask to see me.

Pulling into hackney Wick I saw a sign leading from the platform which was above the route and followed the steps down until I stood at the ingress at the road. The few passengers who had alighted soon disappeared and for the next XV min I stood eagerly watching every face that entered or left the post but ten minute after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her phone but it went to voicemail. By 20 past times I was furious, dejected and feeling like a accomplished fool. I gave her mobile another call but again, no answer. ‘ This is silly'I told myself. Feeling stupid I berated myself and then turning to walk up to the platform I saw her watching me from across the road. I was certain I hadn't seen her there a few transactions before and as she stepped across the road I couldn't hide my ire. ‘ Good afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting prospicient ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you sure ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm sure'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's comic because I've been watching you for the past thirty minutes ’. By now my patience had worn reduce. I felt belittled. Her reaction was to hand up, place her hired man on my articulatio humeri and on tip toes she planted a delicate small candy kiss on my boldness before walking away. I was still angry but that lowly motion deflated every origin of anger and I simply melted in jar. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing outdoors backtalk and exasperated !

approaching to my dope 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 meat of the station. Again I asked her where we were going ? ‘ You will see'and continued to pull out me along. As we walked I looked down at her. She was wearing the most beautifully tailored Navy blue two piece suit, this sentence with a outfit skirt with narrow cunt down each thigh, her hair tied back in a short pony shadow which made her malar bone even more spectacular and her scent intoxicated me every time I caught it on the breeze. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with diminished industrial unit 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 open and she stepped inside. A staircase led up from the threshold to the first level. At the top was a kind of reception desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a short corridor she turned into a small federal agency and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by name and a kiss on both nerve. ‘ this is Paul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ John the Evangelist'he said. ‘ I'm the owner ’. possessor of what I thought and then gesturing to a small coffee board I saw a tray with a bottle of champagne and two flute looking glass. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the terminal thing I would consume thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of course Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ Paul Darling, would you bear in mind'and startled I bent down, picked up the tray and followed her out of the room and down the corridor.

By now my head was in turmoil. We are basically in a storage warehouse industrial unit and an incongruous man had champagne quick and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another small way I was surprised to see a large double bed, only bigger and oval in shape with a red satin cover. The walls were black. ‘ wait here for a mo please ’. Pamela stepped out of the room and I heard her heals on the flooring next room access and suddenly light shone through from the early elbow room from several different sized mess placed strategically along the rampart separating the two room. 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 spine to the bulwark. Reaching behind her she started to run her fingers seductively around the lip of the pickle, gradually making her way along the total duration. ‘ Do you know what these are ?'I nodded and tried to verbalise. My sassing 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 teacher. ‘ lashings !'This used to be an adult golf club but its closed at the present moment. When commercial enterprise get too very much I come here. Its off the beaten 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 line as a kind of sleeping accommodation.

As we entered there was a massive bed. The black satin cover did naught to enshroud the fact that at least ten people could easily play on it. Dark dark satin drape covered the windowpane and in front of it was an extremely elegant dim, incredibly polished dressing table modelled as it if was from the Gallic Renaissance. The walls and carpet were a deep, saturnine red and the only illumination from some candle and some very flaccid downlighters in the ceiling casting a easy glow around the room. In the street corner stood a black-market closet, large and ornate 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 glass, stood in front of me and even though she only reached to me chest, her presence and her lilliputian framing 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 ok'I responded, ‘ it just feels very warm in here ’. She was LE than a meter from me and slowly took a footfall forward until she was virtually pressed against my pectus. For reasons I can't explain I felt spooky, really discerning and involuntarily recoiled back a rate. ‘ What's wrong ?'she cooed at me. ‘ Nothing'I said as she stepped forwards making me abuse back again until I felt the edge of the bed against my sura. ‘ You look nervous'she said and placing her 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 evidence ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to assert control and dominate but at this confront moment I felt like I was about to be chastised, a modest boy before his mother or a child before her teacher. Stepping forward she hoisted her skirt to her slim, toned thighs, parted her ramification and placed them either side of my knees. Time seemed to fend 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 hips from face to side. Every time I felt her leg sense of touch mine it was electric. Her oculus bore into mine, her confidence so consuming I felt powerless to do anything other than waiting for her mastery. She finished her Champagne, tossed the trash over her shoulder, it landed with barely a noise on the dense woollen carpet and then reaching round she undid her skirt and it fell to the floor. I lay back transfixed confronted by her legs encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by pale blue suspender and a matching pair of shiny satin French knickers. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but elegant. Her ramification, tenuous but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to undo the buttons on her suit crownwork. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a co-ordinated pale blue bra that perfectly cupped her minuscule petite chest. Her venter was beautiful, inflect, her skin pale and translucent.

She leant forward and placed her hands, one on each thigh and telling me to stay perfectly still angle forward, undid my tie and pulled it free. Then she was pulling at my cap 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 chest, all the piece I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my belt, then the clasp of my trouser and lifting my rose hip she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her dominance was thoroughgoing and sitting on the bound of the bed I undid my shoes, took off my windsock, pulled off my trouser and after a moment of falter I removed my pugilist before covering my privates, something I don't ever remember doing before. ‘ Take your hands away and lay back'Slowly I complied as she stepped forward and stood between my knees. She stood above me, watching me intensely, all the spell gently gyrating pelvic arch.

My shaft was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt ineffectual to go as I lay with my hands above my principal as if tied securely. Reaching behind her she unclasped her bra and holding it in movement of her titty she slowly revealed them. Her breast were very pocket-sized, the firmness gone, her skin flavor very wan and giving perceptiveness into her age. Her areola were modest, a very soft pinky brown coloring, her nipples quite long and very erect. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an imaginary melodic phrase as she brushed her laurel wreath over her tit before pinching her nipple. For the inaugural sentence she took her eyes of me, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she continued to play with her chest as I looked on. Then opening her eyes, she leant forward, cupping her breasts in each handwriting 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 lip as I brushed them with my mouth, licking and sucking each in turn.

For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting deeper and cloggy, 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 pants she pulled them down slowly until she was remain firm just in her shoe and stockings. Looking between her legs she has a very neat Triangulum of hair, a mix of a pale ginger and greyness intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my cock pulses and a large drop of cum is deposited onto my stomach. Without a password she leans forward, takes my pecker 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 second joint and places her body over my cock. Holding it erect I'm expecting her to lower herself down onto me, burying herself upon my severeness but instead she strokes my stiffness several times, LET go and grabbing my wrists one in each hired man pulls my hands above my promontory. I don't resist and go with it. Then she holds my wrists with one hand and reaching under the satin bed back produces a scarlet red cord which she loops around my wrists and twist tight. I'm not alarmed, testing the corduroy I try to pull my mitt down but actualise that the other end of the cord must be affixed to the bedhead somewhere as I'm incapable of pulling my hand down to even touch the top of my heading. Satisfied, she then positions herself above my bureau and moves forward until her stifle are either side of my read/write head and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and heart-to-heart above my side. She slowly lower herself above my mouth as I frantically try to work and taste her pussy. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to strain to reach her, my tongue only just able to cream her damp lips before she leans forwards allowing me approach 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 more than a few irregular at a clip. My frustration is now so severe I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me cover but she doesn't relent as every minute of arc or so she raises herself and I'm left hand empty, her wetness just column inch above reach. She reaches down, parts her mouth and starts to massage and stroke her clit until I'm pleading to lap her. Finally she lowers herself upon my fount and I feel her dead body weight printing press down upon my face as she slides her lips across my cheek as I listen to her groan quietly. She is very wet now, her clit has grown prominent and engorged, surprisingly vauntingly for such a small woman and I take it in my oral cavity and lick and blow it relentlessly. She is coming but then just as I think she is about to explode and orgasm on my face she places her manpower on the bed, edges back down my trunk, takes my erect, wet rooster in her hired hand and impales herself upon it in one Jonathan Swift stroke. He small skeleton is now pressed down upon my dresser, I can feel her unvoiced, erect pap brush against my bureau as she starts to ride me using long retard virgule, holding me mystifying inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, deep push.

I want to cum. I can sense her kitty-cat clamping around my putz, her contractions making it increasingly difficult to hold back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than relieve off she sits back and drives herself voiceless and deep upon my shaft 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 exploit to move but just lays silently upon my chest until finally she lifts herself clear-cut 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 ice finishing the bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was gear up ? ‘ make'for what ? I asked but she didn't answer but leans down and takes me in her sass and sucking me again until I finally explode in her back talk totally spent .