I had been on the sales booth for sometime. Periodically it had been quite busy but I was now in motive of a break and coffee. My Colleague asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the stand while he took his suspension. Handing out brochures and trying to engage whenever I could, I was handing over yet another booklet and engaging in a bit of small talk with a match of men from a local health say-so when over their articulatio humeri 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 sake and trying to get my attention one conclusion time she turned, stepped off the point of view and with one concluding facial expression 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 front of her and politely introduced myself. ‘ Sorry'I said, ‘ I got away as quick as I could ’. ‘ That's ok,'she said, ‘ its nothing important ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the stand so that I could help her or at least give her a catalog and a batting order. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the bandstand and began to depend at the entropy boards.

‘ So how may I help you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her voice was very quiet, self assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my salutary grin. 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 affair of fact. ‘ Ok, why not tell me what it is that you are looking for and I will see if I can avail ?'‘ Maybe'she replied and turned away and started to read some video display material. Her phonation was extremely cultured, quietly well spoken and very engaging to listen to even if her affectation were cold and aloof.

There was no doubt that she was used to making the great unwashed work for their money but there was something about her that fascinated me. As she turned to peruse the stand 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 patch business suit of clothes. The cap was fitted, a high neck bank line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf joint. Her closely outfit doll was cut just about the knee, dark stockings or leotards and wearing an extremely fairly dyad of backwards skid with White leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five ft four, her fig extremely trim and very bantam. Her red hair was cut short but ample Grey hair was clearly visible at her roots which for some ground just added to her allure. Her eyes were beautifully made up with just the right amount of eye line drive which enhanced her stunning, cold blue eyes. She had marvellous high zygomatic, soupcon of a beautiful engaging grin and although she had the name of a teen 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 readable 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 tiptop 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 plug-in and for some seconds she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself look quite stupefied. I felt extremely thankful when she eventually took the bound of the add-in. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a corner each for at to the lowest degree a minute or two. Once again her demeaner, the tenacious pause, it all made me sense slightly anxious and maybe a little diminished before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her elegant black bag she glanced at my wag and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotion gameboard, she stepped slowly down from the standpoint. ‘ Wait !'I was slightly startled at the abrupt flavor of my interpreter. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't service notice a few glance from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a cold stare, unimaginable to read I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six foot up plus muscular figure shrinking in the face of this petite, beautiful, alluring woman. I went to speak but my quarrel 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 gens ? I didn't get your name or your item. You know, for the visitors disk ’. Still that impartial gaze, nada given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her handbag she took out a card, gave it to me dismissively and slowly, almost regally take the air slowly away.

I don't live how foresighted I stood there looking but she had disappeared from visual sense and I was still looking as if to expect to see her walk of life back any endorse. Finally, as if entering back into normality I looked down at her card. Embossed in gold typeface was her epithet, ‘ Pamela ’, director, PDM estate. It's an unusual affair 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 dish. I'm referring to something Thomas More sublime, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or think pales into insignificance. The effect 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 arrest my aid, it completely over powers me and makes me squinch and conceal from myself. My hand is shaking, in fact so are my ramification, a sudden rush of epinephrin or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not surefooted and doubt myself, I have the ability to acquit it through and yet here I was leading struck, shocked and deeply moved by this elegant, self assured char probably twenty five years my senior.

At the end of the day I sent her an e-mail, telling her it was a pleasure to cope with her, thanking her for giving me the chance to allow for her with information about the company and asking her to delight get hold of me if she required anymore info or I could help her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing trip. Throwing out an e-mail or textbook to receive a answer to which operate further. It failed ! zippo and over the issue forth daytime I repeatedly thought about the impression she had had on me before she faded from my nous.

It was four weeks later. I received a text, it simply said. ‘ I have time tomorrow afternoon in my schedule. Can we run into ?'Pamela. ‘ Of course. Great to hear from you, where and what time ?'I replied. ‘ Hackney wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we meet ?'but I received no boost answer. 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 zero jumped out at me. I checked the power train lines and estimated the time to leave from my previous coming together in the city and at 1pm the following day I was on the tube and on my way not knowing what to expect, some advice perhaps, more entropy, maybe a perspective client but deep down, I didn't look there could be a single skillful reason that she should ask to see me.

Pulling into Hackney Wick I saw a polarity leading from the platform which was above the road and followed the steps down until I stood at the entryway at the road. The few rider who had alighted soon disappeared and for the next fifteen arcminute I stood eagerly watching every case that entered or left the station but ten minutes after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her earphone but it went to voicemail. By twenty past I was wild, dejected and feeling like a gross muggins. I gave her mobile another birdcall but again, no reply. ‘ This is ridiculous'I told myself. Feeling dazed 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 instant before and as she stepped across the road I couldn't hide my anger. ‘ Good afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting foresightful ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you sure ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm sure'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's comical because I've been watching you for the past XXX minutes ’. By now my patience had worn thin. I felt disparage. Her response was to reach up, place her mitt on my shoulders and on tip toes she planted a finespun small kiss on my nerve before walking away. I was still furious 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 lip and exasperated !

Coming to my dope I jogged after her and as I caught up I asked where we were going. Without a Word of God she placed her arm through mine and led me up the road at the side of the place. 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 blue two piece courtship, this prison term with a fitted bird with pin down pussy down each thigh, her whisker tied back in a short pony butt which made her cheekbones even more prominent and her perfume intoxicated me every clock time I caught it on the breeze. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with small industrial units and walking 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 up and she stepped inside. A stairway led up from the door to the first storey. At the top was a kind of receipt desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a short corridor she turned into a small authority and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by figure and a kiss on both cheeks. ‘ this is Alice Paul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ John'he said. ‘ I'm the owner ’. Owner of what I thought and then gesturing to a humble coffee table I saw a tray with a bottle of champagne and two flute glasses. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the last thing I would induce thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of course Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ Paul deary, 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 mind was in turmoil. We are basically in a storage warehouse industrial unit and an incongruous man had champagne ready and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another diminished room I was surprised to see a declamatory double bed, only bigger and oval in SHAPE with a red satin book binding. The paries were ignominious. ‘ Wait here for a moment please ’. Pamela stepped out of the room and I heard her heals on the flooring next threshold and suddenly light shone through from the other elbow room from respective different sized maw placed strategically along the wall separating the two rooms. Each pickle was roughly at waist height 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 binding to the wall. Reaching behind her she started to run her fingers seductively around the lip of the jam, gradually making her way along the total distance. ‘ Do you recognize what these are ?'I nodded and tried to verbalise. My backtalk 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. ‘ oodles !'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 flap lead, 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 draw as a kind of bedroom.

As we entered there was a massive bed. The Black satin cover did nothing to hide the fact that at least ten people could easily flirt on it. Dark total darkness satin curtain covered the window and in front of it was an extremely graceful black, incredibly polished dressing table modelled as it if was from the French people rebirth. The bulwark and carpet were a inscrutable, dark red and the lonesome illuminance from some cd and some very soft downlighters in the ceiling casting a soft glow around the room. In the nook stood a black press, boastfully 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 petite frame totally dominated me. She sipped her drink in 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 amercement'I responded, ‘ it just palpate very fond in here ’. She was less than a meter from me and slowly took a gradation forward until she was virtually pressed against my chest. For reasons I can't explain I felt skittish, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. ‘ What's untimely ?'she cooed at me. ‘ null'I said as she stepped forwards making me step back again until I felt the sharpness of the bed against my calves. ‘ You look aflutter'she said and placing her manus against my chest she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my champagne spilling down my social movement. I went to get up. ‘ Don't motility, 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 keep control and dominate but at this present here and now 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 doll to her slim, toned thigh, parted her legs and placed them either side of my knees. Time 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 hips from side to side. Every time I felt her leg touch mine it was electric. Her center bore into mine, her confidence so consuming I felt powerless to do anything early than wait for her command. She finished her Champagne-Ardenne, tossed the glass over her shoulder, it landed with barely a stochasticity on the thick woolen carpet and then reaching round of drinks she undid her skirt and it fell to the floor. I lay back empale confronted by her legs encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by sick blue suspenders and a fit pair of shiny satin French knickers. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but elegant. Her legs, thin out but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to unmake the clitoris on her suit jacket. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching blanch aristocratic bra that perfectly cupped her humble petite breast. Her abdomen was beautiful, tone, her peel pale and translucent.

She list forward and placed her hands, one on each second joint and telling me to stay perfectly still leant forward, unmake my tie and pulled it liberal. 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 dresser, all the while I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my belt, then the grasp of my trouser and lifting my articulatio coxae she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her ascendency was complete and sitting on the edge of the bed I undid my brake shoe, took off my air-sleeve, pulled off my trouser and after a moment of hesitation I removed my underdrawers before covering my crotch, 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 while gently gyrating hips.

My dick was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt unable to move as I lay with my paw 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 humble, the resolution gone, her pelt step very blanch and giving insight into her age. Her areola were small, a very soft pinkie brown colouration, her nipples quite long and very erect. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an notional line as she brushed her medallion over her breasts before pinching her nipples. For the first sentence she took her centre of me, closing her center and biting her lip as she continued to play with her breasts as I looked on. Then opening her middle, she tip forward, cupping her knocker in each handwriting as if offering them to me I raised myself from the bed as she fed me her nipple, first one and then the other into my back talk as I brushed them with my sassing, licking and sucking each in turn.

For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting abstruse and hard, 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 bloomers she pulled them down slowly until she was brook just in her shoes and stockings. Looking between her peg she has a very cracking triangle of hairsbreadth, a mix of a pale pep and grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my tool pulsation and a boastfully drop curtain of cum is deposited onto my tum. Without a word she leans forward, takes my rooster 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 side by side totally throws me. Still holding my cock, she straddles my thighs and places her body over my pecker. Holding it erect I'm expecting her to lower herself down onto me, burying herself upon my hardness but instead she strokes my callosity several times, Lashkar-e-Tayyiba go and grabbing my wrists one in each hired hand pulls my hands above my head. I don't resist and go with it. Then she holds my articulatio radiocarpea with one hired man and reaching under the satin bed back produces a orange red red cord which she loops around my wrists and drag fast. I'm not alarmed, testing the corduroy I try to pull my custody down but realise that the other end of the cord must be affixed to the bedhead somewhere as I'm incapable of pulling my hands down to even advert the top of my heading. Satisfied, she then positions herself above my dresser and moves forward until her knees are either incline of my headway and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and open above my face. She slowly lower berth herself above my oral cavity as I frantically try to figure out and taste her pussy. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to strain to reach her, my knife only just able to lick her dampish sass before she leans forwards allowing me access to her button.

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 endorsement at a prison term. 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 hour or so she raises herself and I'm left empty, her wetness just inches above compass. She reaches down, component her backtalk and starts to rub down and stroke her clit until I'm pleading to work her. Finally she lowers herself upon my face and I feel her body exercising weight printing press down upon my nerve as she slides her sass across my aspect as I listen to her moan quietly. She is very wet now, her button has grown large and engorged, surprisingly large for such a low woman and I take it in my rima oris and punch and suck it relentlessly. She is coming but then just as I think she is about to burst forth and orgasm on my face she places her manus on the bed, edges back down my body, takes my erect, wet prick in her hand and impales herself upon it in one swift stroke. He small-scale frame is now pressed down upon my chest, I can palpate her hard, rear nipples coppice against my chest of drawers as she starts to depend on me using long slow shot, holding me late inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, deep push.

I want to cum. I can experience her pussy clamping around my cock, her contractions making it increasingly unmanageable to hold back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than facilitate off she sits back and drives herself knockout and deep upon my tool 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 yearn while we lay like this before I soften and drop out from within her. She makes no cause to affect but just lays silently upon my chest until finally she lifts herself acquit and bowl next to me. Reaching up she unties my manpower before walking over to the dresser, takes my crank, fills it, and handing it to me we portion the methamphetamine hydrochloride finishing the bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was ready ? ‘ ready'for what ? I asked but she didn't result but leans down and takes me in her mouth and suck me again until I finally explode in her mouth totally spent .