I had been on the stand for sometime. Periodically it had been quite fussy but I was now in need of a respite and coffee. My fellow asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the sales booth while he took his break. Handing out pamphlet and trying to engross whenever I could, I was handing over yet another brochure and engaging in a bit of small talk with a couple of men from a topical anesthetic wellness 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 lose interestingness and trying to get my tending one endure clip she turned, stepped off the stand and with one final looking stepped away. Seizing my moment before it was too late, I made my speedy apology 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 tight as I could ’. ‘ That's ok,'she said, ‘ its nil important ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the bandstand so that I could attend her or at to the lowest degree generate her a catalogue and a card. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the stall and began to take care at the data control panel.

‘ 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 best smile. She paused and looked around before looking up at me as if contemplating her next word. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a task ’. She stated very matter of fact. ‘ Ok, why not tell 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 display material. Her vocalisation was extremely cultured, quietly well spoken and very engaging to listen to even if her mannerisms were frigidness and aloof.

There was no doubt that she was used to making hoi polloi work for their money but there was something about her that fascinated me. As she turned to peruse the tie-up I fetched a brochure and watched her as discreetly as I could. She carried herself well, very brace and refined. She was dressed in an expensive two slice business suit of clothes. The jacket was fitted, a heights neck line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf joint. Her closely fitting skirt was cut just about the knee, dark stockings or tights and wearing an extremely pretty span of back horseshoe with white leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five foot four, her figure extremely trim and very petite. Her red hair was cut short but rich grayness haircloth 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 liner which enhanced her stunning, low temperature dispirited eyes. She had fantastic high cheekbones, hints of a beautiful engaging smile and although she had the figure of a teenager age girl and the boldness of a thirty yr old, I suspected that she would probably be about sixty.

turn back to me she waited and it was solve that she wasn't going to walk over to me so grabbing a folder I strode forward. As I did so I felt very self-conscious. Normally I use my height and assurance, my presence 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 patronage plug-in and for some instant she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself look quite stupid. I felt extremely thankful when she eventually took the edge of the calling card. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a niche each for at to the lowest degree a second or two. Once again her demeaner, the tenacious intermission, it all made me feel slightly unquiet and maybe a little 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 wag and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotional material dining table, she stepped slowly down from the stand. ‘ time lag !'I was slightly startled at the precipitous timbre of my vocalism. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't help notice a few glances from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a stale stare, impossible to read I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six foot plus muscular frame shrinking in the side of this petite, beautiful, alluring woman. I went to verbalise but my dustup 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 gens ? I didn't get your name or your details. You know, for the visitor record ’. Still that unprejudiced gaze, nothing given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her handbag she took out a circuit 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 sight and I was still looking as if to bear to see her walking back any second. Finally, as if entering back into normalcy I looked down at her card. Embossed in aureate case was her name, ‘ Pamela ’, conductor, PDM estate of the realm. It's an strange affair but sometimes, just every once in a piece, you meet a woman who totally throws you. I don't mean just physically or by her stun smasher. I'm referring to something to a greater extent sublime, something so surpassing that everything you do, say or opine pale into insignificance. The effect it has on me is like dearest 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 might me and makes me shrivel up and hide from myself. My hired hand is shaking, in fact so are my pegleg, 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 deport it through and yet here I was wiz struck, shocked and deeply moved by this graceful, 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 furnish her with info about the company and asking her to delight get hold of me if she required anymore information or I could attend to her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing trip. Throwing out an email or text to receive a reply to which engage further. It failed ! Nothing and over the amount daytime I repeatedly thought about the upshot she had had on me before she faded from my creative thinker.

It was four weeks later. I received a text, it simply said. ‘ I have time tomorrow afternoon in my schedule. Can we meet ?'Pamela. ‘ Of course of instruction. Great to hear from you, where and what time ?'I replied. ‘ Hackney taper, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we meet ?'but I received no further answer. Apart from being astounded to hear from her the former puzzling thing was why Hackney taper ? I quickly did a hunt on google but zip jumped out at me. I checked the gear lines and estimated the meter to leave from my previous merging in the metropolis and at 1pm the following day I was on the tube and on my way not knowing what to bear, some advice perhaps, Sir Thomas More info, maybe a perspective client but deep 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 preindication leading from the platform which was above the route and followed the steps down until I stood at the entrance at the road. The few passengers who had alighted soon evaporate and for the next fifteen minutes I stood eagerly watching every typeface that entered or left the place but ten minutes after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her phone but it went to voicemail. By twenty dollar bill yesteryear I was furious, dejected and feeling like a thoroughgoing sap. I gave her Mobile River another song but again, no answer. ‘ This is cockeyed'I told myself. Feeling dolt I berated myself and then turning to take the air up to the platform I saw her watching me from across the route. I was sure as shooting I hadn't seen her there a few hour before and as she stepped across the road I couldn't hide my anger. ‘ dear afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting long ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you surely ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm sure'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's funny because I've been watching you for the by thirty instant ’. By now my solitaire had worn sparse. I felt pick at. Her response was to pass on up, topographic point her hired man on my shoulder joint and on tip toes she planted a finespun small buss on my cheek before walking away. I was still angry but that belittled gesture deflated every antecedent of anger and I simply melted in shock. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing open sassing and exasperated !

Coming to my weed 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 slope of the station. Again I asked her where we were going ? ‘ You will see'and continued to get out me along. As we walked I looked down at her. She was wearing the most beautifully tailored navy low two piece causa, this time with a fitted skirt with specify slits down each thigh, her hair tied back in a short pony tail assembly which made her cheekbones even more prominent and her scent intoxicated me every time I caught it on the gentle wind. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with modest 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 room access was buzzed receptive and she stepped inside. A stairway led up from the door to the first floor. At the top was a variety of response desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a dead corridor she turned into a small office and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by gens and a kiss on both boldness. ‘ this is Saint Paul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ whoremaster'he said. ‘ I'm the possessor ’. possessor of what I thought and then gesturing to a small coffee tabular array 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 affair I would have thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of grade 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 turmoil. We are basically in a warehouse industrial unit and an incongruous man had champagne fix and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another small room I was surprised to see a large double bed, only bigger and ellipse in cast with a red satin cover. The paries were black. ‘ Wait here for a moment please ’. Pamela stepped out of the elbow room and I heard her heals on the flooring next doorway and suddenly light shone through from the other room from several different sized mess placed strategically along the bulwark separating the two rooms. Each hollow 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 rachis to the wall. Reaching behind her she started to run her finger seductively around the lip of the holes, gradually making her way along the tot length. ‘ Do you jazz what these are ?'I nodded and tried to speak. My back talk was dry. ‘ Gloryholes'I replied eventually. ‘ Mmmm, do you have sex how many men I've sucked through each one of these ?'I shook my head. ‘ heaps !'This used to be an adult society but its closed at the instant. When business get too much I come here. Its off the pound track, totally discreet and I can be whoever I want to be ’. ‘ semen on'and turning she walked out and led me down the corridor and entered what I can only describe as a sort of bedchamber.

As we entered there was a massive bed. The Black satin masking did nothing to shroud the fact that at least ten multitude could easily diddle on it. Dark inkiness satin curtains covered the windowpane and in movement of it was an extremely elegant black, incredibly polished dressing mesa modelled as it if was from the French rebirth. The rampart and carpeting were a recondite, dark red and the solitary light from some candles and some very soft downlighters in the cap casting a soft radiance around the way. In the corner stood a smutty wardrobe, gravid and ornate I could only think 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 crank, stood in front of me and even though she only reached to me pectus, her presence and her petite skeleton totally dominated me. She sipped her salute never taking her eyes from mine and I realised I was breathing deeply, my brow sweating. ‘ Are you hot Darling'she asked teasingly. ‘ I'm o.k.'I responded, ‘ it just feels very warmly in here ’. She was less than a metre from me and slowly took a stride forward until she was virtually pressed against my chest. For reasons I can't explain I felt nervous, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. ‘ What's haywire ?'she cooed at me. ‘ Nothing'I said as she stepped forwards making me ill-treat back again until I felt the bound of the bed against my sura. ‘ You look nervous'she said and placing her deal against my pectus she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my champagne spilling down my front. I went to get up. ‘ Don't motility, stay there and do as you are tell apart ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to asseverate ascendance and dominate but at this give mo I felt like I was about to be chastised, a low boy before his female parent or a child before her teacher. Stepping forward she hoisted her skirt to her slim, toned thigh, parted her ramification and placed them either side of my stifle. 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 articulatio coxae from side to side. Every time I felt her leg come to mine it was galvanising. Her eyes 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 noise on the thick woollen carpet and then reaching bout she undid her skirt and it fell to the floor. I lay back spellbind confronted by her legs encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by pale blue brace and a matching couplet of shiny satin French breeches. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but elegant. Her ramification, fragile but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to undo the buttons on her suit crown. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a check blanch gloomy bra that perfectly cupped her pocket-size petite breast. Her stomach was beautiful, toned, her skin pale and translucent.

She leant forward and placed her custody, one on each thigh and telling me to stay perfectly still leant forward, untie 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 chest, all the patch I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my belted ammunition, then the clasp of my trousers and lifting my hips she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her ascendance was complete and sitting on the sharpness of the bed I undid my shoes, took off my air sock, pulled off my trousers and after a moment of hesitation I removed my packer before covering my genitalia, something I don't ever call up doing before. ‘ Take your hands away and lay back'Slowly I complied as she stepped forward and stood between my human knee. She stood above me, watching me intensely, all the while gently gyrating hips.

My peter was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt unable to be active 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 lowly, the firmness gone, her skin tonicity very sick and giving brainwave into her age. Her ring of color were belittled, a very soft pinky 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 tune as she brushed her palm tree over her breasts before pinching her nipples. For the initiatory sentence she took her eye of me, closing her optic and biting her lip as she continued to play with her tit as I looked on. Then opening her optic, she leant forward, cupping her bosom in each mitt as if offering them to me I raised myself from the bed as she fed me her tit, first one and then the other into my mouth as I brushed them with my mouth, licking and sucking each in routine.

For some instant I continued, her breathing getting deeply and ponderous, 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 knee pants she pulled them down slowly until she was bear just in her shoes and stockings. Looking between her branch she has a very straight triangle of hair, a mix of a pale peppiness and Charles Grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my dick pulses and a orotund drop of cum is deposited onto my stomach. Without a Christian Bible she leans forward, takes my cock firmly in her hand and runs her quarter round 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 hammer, she straddles my second joint and places her body over my cock. Holding it upright I'm expecting her to lower herself down onto me, burying herself upon my stiffness but instead she strokes my hardness several times, Army of the Pure go and grabbing my radiocarpal joint one in each hand pulls my hand above my head. I don't resist and go with it. Then she holds my wrists with one manus and reaching under the satin bed covers produces a scarlet red cord which she loops around my wrist joint and pulls tight. I'm not alarmed, testing the 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 hands down to even touch the top of my head. Satisfied, she then location herself above my dresser and moves forward until her articulatio genus are either side of my head and then slowly lowers herself down until her puss is poised, moist and open above my typeface. She slowly lowers herself above my mouth as I frantically try to puzzle out and taste her pussy. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to strain to reach her, my tongue only just able to lick her dampish sassing before she leans forwards allowing me accession 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 seconds at a time. My frustration is now so spartan I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me preserve but she doesn't relent as every minute of arc or so she raises herself and I'm left empty, her wetness just inches above stretch. She reaches down, parts her lips and starts to massage and stroke her button until I'm pleading to lick her. Finally she lowers herself upon my typeface and I feel her body weight unit crush down upon my face as she slides her lips across my face as I listen to her moan quietly. She is very wet now, her clitoris has grown tumid and engorged, surprisingly large for such a small woman and I take it in my lip and lick and absorb it relentlessly. She is coming but then just as I think she is about to set off and orgasm on my human face she places her manus on the bed, edges back down my body, takes my erect, wet pecker in her hand and impales herself upon it in one blue-belly stroke. He small frame is now pressed down upon my chest, I can feel her toilsome, tumid nipples clash against my breast as she starts to razz me using hanker slow strokes, holding me oceanic abyss inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, rich push.

I want to cum. I can palpate her cunt clamping around my cock, her muscle contraction making it increasingly unmanageable to halt back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than allay off she sits back and drives herself hard and deeply upon my cock 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 long while we lay like this before I soften and drop out from within her. She makes no effort to move but just ballad silently upon my chest of drawers 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 field glass, fills it, and handing it to me we contribution the shabu finishing the bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was set ? ‘ fix'for what ? I asked but she didn't result but leans down and takes me in her sass and suction me again until I finally explode in her mouth totally spend .