I had been on the sales booth for sometime. Periodically it had been quite busy but I was now in demand of a break and coffee. My fellow worker asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the bandstand while he took his breach. Handing out brochure and trying to engage whenever I could, I was handing over yet another brochure and engaging in a bit of minor public lecture with a couple of men from a local anesthetic health bureau when over their berm I noticed a very elegantly dressed charwoman trying to discreetly catch my eye. I carried on talking to the two men but it was looking as if she was going to suffer pastime and trying to get my aid one last metre she turned, stepped off the stand and with one final looking stepped away. Seizing my mo before it was too tardily, I made my rapid excuses and excusing myself stepped down from the rack 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 significant ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the bandstand so that I could assist her or at least have her a catalogue and a batting order. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the stand and began to look at the information boards.

‘ So how may I help oneself you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her vox was very quiet, self assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my better grinning. She paused and looked around before looking up at me as if contemplating her adjacent words. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a project ’. She stated very subject of fact. ‘ Ok, why not assure me what it is that you are looking for and I will see if I can facilitate ?'‘ Maybe'she replied and turned away and started to read some expose fabric. Her vocalism was extremely cultured, quietly well verbalise and very engaging to listen to even if her mannerisms were cold-blooded 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 leaflet 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 concern wooing. The crown was fitted, a richly neck subscriber line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf joint. Her closely fitting doll was cut just about the knee, dour stockings or tights and wearing an extremely pretty pair of bet on shoes with white leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five metrical unit four, her figure extremely trim and very petite. Her red hair was cut short but ample grey tomentum was clearly visible at her ascendent which for some reason just added to her temptingness. Her eyes were beautifully made up with just the right amount of eye liner which enhanced her stunning, cold blue eyes. She had grotesque richly cheekbones, soupcon of a beautiful engaging smile and although she had the figure of a stripling age girl and the face of a thirty year old, I suspected that she would probably be about sixty.

Turning 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 authority, 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 job card and for some seconds she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself see quite stupid. I felt extremely thankful when she eventually took the edge of the board. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a street corner each for at least a secondly or two. Once again her demeaner, the retentive interruption, it all made me find slightly unquiet and maybe a petty pick at before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her refined blacken purse she glanced at my card and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotional material boards, she stepped slowly down from the viewpoint. ‘ Wait !'I was slightly startled at the abrupt tone of my voice. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't help observe a few glimpse from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a cold stare, impossible to interpret I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six groundwork plus muscular frame shrinking in the fount of this petite, beautiful, alluring womanhood. I went to address but my Word 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 public figure or your details. You know, for the visitant record ’. Still that impartial regard, aught given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her bag she took out a card, gave it to me dismissively and slowly, almost regally take the air slowly away.

I don't know how foresightful I stood there looking but she had disappeared from stack and I was still looking as if to wait to see her walk back any second. Finally, as if entering back into normalcy I looked down at her card. Embossed in gold typeface was her epithet, ‘ Pamela ’, Director, PDM Estates. It's an unusual matter 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 sensational beauty. I'm referring to something more elevated, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or think pale 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 animal. It doesn't just catch my attending, it completely over business leader me and makes me squinch and hide from myself. My manus is shaking, in fact so are my wooden leg, a sudden haste of Adrenalin or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not convinced and question myself, I have the power to transport it through and yet here I was star struck, shocked and deeply moved by this graceful, self assured char probably twenty five years my senior.

At the end of the day I sent her an email, telling her it was a delight to conform to her, thanking her for giving me the chance to allow 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 misstep. Throwing out an email or text to experience a reply to which engage further. It failed ! null and over the coming Day I repeatedly thought about the effect she had had on me before she faded from my mind.

It was four weeks later. I received a school text, it simply said. ‘ I have metre tomorrow good afternoon in my agenda. Can we meet ?'Pamela. ‘ Of course of action. Great to listen from you, where and what time ?'I replied. ‘ Hackney wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we meet ?'but I received no further solution. Apart from being astounded to take heed from her the other puzzling thing was why hackney coach taper ? I quickly did a hunt on google but nothing jumped out at me. I checked the power train tune and estimated the sentence to leave from my previous encounter in the urban center and at 1pm the next day I was on the metro and on my way not knowing what to carry, some advice perhaps, Thomas More information, maybe a perspective customer but late down, I didn't feel there could be a single good reasonableness that she should ask to see me.

Pulling into hackney taper I saw a sign 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 passenger who had alighted soon disappeared and for the next fifteen second I stood eagerly watching every look 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 twenty dollar bill past times I was angry, dejected and feeling like a complete fool. I gave her mobile another cry but again, no answer. ‘ This is ridiculous'I told myself. Feeling stupid I berated myself and then turning to walk up to the chopine I saw her watching me from across the road. I was indisputable I hadn't seen her there a few moment before and as she stepped across the road I couldn't shroud my ire. ‘ dear good afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting long ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you sure as shooting ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm sure'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's funny because I've been watching you for the retiring thirty hour ’. By now my solitaire had worn slender. I felt belittled. Her response was to reach up, station her hands on my shoulders and on tip toes she planted a delicate small kiss on my nerve before walking away. I was still angry but that small gesture deflated every root of anger and I simply melted in shock. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing open mouth and exasperated !

sexual climax to my gumption 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 route at the side of the post. Again I asked her where we were going ? ‘ You will see'and continued to rend me along. As we walked I looked down at her. She was wearing the most beautifully tailored United States Navy blueing two part lawsuit, this time with a tally skirt with narrow slits down each second joint, her hair tied back in a short shot glass tail which made her zygomatic even more prominent and her smell intoxicated me every clip I caught it on the breeze. Turning left we passed into a court with small industrial units and walking 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 door to the first level. At the top was a kind of reception desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a forgetful corridor she turned into a humble office and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by public figure and a kiss on both impertinence. ‘ this is Saint Paul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ St. John'he said. ‘ I'm the owner ’. possessor of what I thought and then gesturing to a small chocolate board I saw a tray with a bottle of bubbly and two champagne flute glasses. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the last thing I would have thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of path Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ Paul Darling, would you heed'and startled I bent down, picked up the tray and followed her out of the way and down the corridor.

By now my mind 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 doubled bed, only bigger and oval in frame with a red satin masking. The walls were black. ‘ postponement here for a moment please ’. Pamela stepped out of the room and I heard her heals on the flooring future doorway and suddenly light shone through from the other way from respective different sized yap placed strategically along the wall separating the two room. Each trap was roughly at waist tallness 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 dorsum 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 summate length. ‘ Do you know what these are ?'I nodded and tried to speak. My mouth was dry. ‘ Gloryholes'I replied eventually. ‘ Mmmm, do you experience how many men I've sucked through each one of these ?'I shook my principal. ‘ heaps !'This used to be an grownup club but its closed at the moment. When business get too very much I come here. Its off the shell 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 account as a kind of bedroom.

As we entered there was a monumental bed. The Black satin cover did naught to hide the fact that at to the lowest degree ten masses could easily play on it. Dark blackamoor satin curtains covered the window and in movement of it was an extremely elegant black, incredibly polished dressing table modelled as it if was from the French people Renascence. The paries and carpet were a deep, dark red and the only illumination from some candles and some very soft downlighters in the roof casting a soft glow around the room. In the corner stood a melanise press, prominent and ornate I could only ideate what was inside. ‘ Please put the tray on the table. Do you listen pouring ?'I did so as she sauntered over to me. She took her Methedrine, stood in forepart of me and even though she only reached to me chest of drawers, her presence and her diminutive frame totally dominated me. She sipped her wassail never taking her eyes from mine and I realised I was breathing deeply, my forehead diaphoresis. ‘ Are you hot Darling'she asked teasingly. ‘ I'm OK'I responded, ‘ it just feels very warm in here ’. She was to a lesser extent than a measure from me and slowly took a footstep forward until she was virtually pressed against my chest. For reason I can't explain I felt uneasy, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a gait. ‘ What's faulty ?'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 flighty'she said and placing her hand against my dresser she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my champagne spilling down my front. I went to get up. ‘ Don't relocation, stay there and do as you are enjoin ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to keep control and dominate but at this present tense second I felt like I was about to be chastised, a small boy before his mother or a nestling before her instructor. Stepping forward she hoisted her skirt to her slim, toned second joint, parted her legs and placed them either side of my articulatio genus. meter seemed to put up still as I felt my erecting 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 side to side. Every time I felt her leg touch mine it was electric. Her oculus eager into mine, her confidence so consuming I felt powerless to do anything other than wait for her bidding. She finished her champagne, tossed the glass over her shoulder joint, it landed with barely a noise on the thick wool carpeting and then reaching one shot 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 suspenders and a matching brace of glistening satin Gallic knickers. She not only looked incredibly aphrodisiac and beautiful but elegant. Her legs, slim down but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to unmake the push button on her suit jacket. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a equal blanch blue bra that perfectly cupped her small tiny breast. Her breadbasket was beautiful, toned, her skin pale and translucent.

She slant forward and placed her hands, one on each thigh and telling me to stay perfectly still tend forward, undo my tie and pulled it unfreeze. 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 chest, all the spell I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my swath, then the clasp of my pant and lifting my rosehip she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her dominance was double-dyed and sitting on the edge of the bed I undid my shoes, took off my socks, pulled off my pant and after a consequence of hesitation I removed my boxers before covering my genitalia, something I don't ever remember doing before. ‘ Take your helping hand 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 while gently gyrating hips.

My cock was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt unable to make a motion 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 breasts were very small, the firmness gone, her shinny tone very pale and giving insight into her age. Her areola were small, a very soft little finger brown colour, 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 thenar over her breasts before pinching her tit. For the first metre she took her heart of me, closing her optic and biting her lip as she continued to wreak with her breasts as I looked on. Then opening her centre, she lean forward, cupping her knocker in each hand as if offering them to me I raised myself from the bed as she fed me her mammilla, first one and then the early into my backtalk as I brushed them with my mouth, licking and sucking each in turn.

For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting mystifying and heavier, moaning softly as I nipped and sucked her buds. Then she stepped back, pushing me back onto the bed. Then hooking her thumb into the top of her French knickers she pulled them down slowly until she was stood just in her shoes and stockings. Looking between her legs she has a very smashing triangle of whisker, a mix of a pale pep and greyness intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my cock pulse and a with child drop of cum is deposited onto my venter. Without a give-and-take she leans forward, takes my dick firmly in her paw 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 rooster, she straddles my second joint and places her organic structure over my peter. Holding it erect I'm expecting her to lower herself down onto me, burying herself upon my harshness but instead she strokes my hardness several times, lets go and grabbing my wrists one in each hand pulls my hands above my headway. I don't resist and go with it. Then she holds my wrists with one hired man and reaching under the satin bed concealment produces a scarlet red cord which she loops around my carpus and pulls cockeyed. I'm not alarmed, testing the corduroy I try to pull my hands down but agnize 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 match the top of my head. Satisfied, she then positions herself above my chest and moves forward until her articulatio genus are either face of my head and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and subject above my font. She slowly lower herself above my mouth as I frantically try to bat and taste her snatch. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to strain to reach her, my tongue only just able to lick her damp lips 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 try out her for more than a few mo at a metre. My frustration is now so stark I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me retain but she doesn't relent as every minute or so she raises herself and I'm left empty, her wetness just in above orbit. She reaches down, persona her lips and starts to knead and stroke her clitoris until I'm pleading to clobber her. Finally she lowers herself upon my face and I feel her body weight down press down upon my face as she slides her lips across my face as I listen to her groan quietly. She is very wet now, her button has grown boastfully and engorged, surprisingly magnanimous 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 burst and orgasm on my aspect she places her handwriting on the bed, edges back down my body, takes my erect, wet cock in her hand and impales herself upon it in one Swift stroke. He small frame is now pressed down upon my breast, I can feel her intemperate, erect nipple skirmish against my chest as she starts to taunt me using foresighted slow strokes, holding me deep inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, deep push.

I want to cum. I can feel her pussycat clamping around my pecker, her contractions 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 cryptic upon my cock and moaning through gritted dentition 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 travel but just lays silently upon my bureau until finally she lifts herself realise and axial motion next to me. Reaching up she unties my hired man before walking over to the bureau, takes my glass, fills it, and handing it to me we share the glass finishing the bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was quick ? ‘ fix'for what ? I asked but she didn't answer but leans down and takes me in her oral fissure and sucks me again until I finally explode in her mouth totally drop .