I had been on the stand for sometime. Periodically it had been quite occupy but I was now in penury of a break and coffee tree. My fellow asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the pedestal while he took his break. Handing out booklet and trying to affiance whenever I could, I was handing over yet another brochure and engaging in a bit of small public lecture with a couple of men from a local health 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 fall back interest and trying to get my attention one last meter she turned, stepped off the base and with one concluding look stepped away. Seizing my moment before it was too late, I made my rapid exculpation and excusing myself stepped down from the base and catching up with her I confidently stepped in movement 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 stand so that I could assist her or at least impart her a catalogue and a card. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the pedestal and began to look at the information circuit board.

‘ So how may I help you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her voice was very tranquility, 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 Christian Bible. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a project ’. She stated very matter of fact. ‘ Ok, why not recount 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 say some display cloth. Her voice was extremely cultured, quietly well utter and very engaging to listen to even if her mannerisms were 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 stand I fetched a booklet and watched her as discreetly as I could. She carried herself well, very brace and graceful. She was dressed in an expensive two part business case. The jacket was fitted, a heights neck line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf joint. Her closely fitting skirt was cut just about the genu, dark stockings or tights and wearing an extremely passably pair of back shoes with Patrick Victor Martindale 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 pilus was cut short but plentiful grey haircloth was clearly visible at her roots which for some reason just added to her temptingness. Her eyes were beautifully made up with just the right field amount of eye ocean liner which enhanced her stunning, cold blue middle. She had fantastic in high spirits cheekbones, intimation of a beautiful engaging grinning and although she had the human body of a teen age fille and the face of a thirty year old, I suspected that she would probably be about sixty.

turn back to me she waited and it was cleared 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-aware. Normally I use my acme and confidence, my mien carrying me forward and yet as I stepped towards her I felt more like an eagre tike and handed it to her. ‘ No thank you'she said. Slightly taken back I then offered her my business 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 boundary of the card. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a recess each for at least a sec or two. Once again her demeaner, the long pause, it all made me experience slightly dying and maybe a small belittled before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her refined black purse she glanced at my card and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotion dining table, she stepped slowly down from the bandstand. ‘ Wait !'I was slightly startled at the abrupt look of my vox. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't aid notice a few coup d'oeil from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a cold stare, impossible to show I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six foot plus mesomorphic underframe shrinking in the face of this petite, beautiful, alluring woman. I went to mouth but my give-and-take caught in my pharynx. I stepped forwards and feeling quite shamefaced, acting remarkably unprofessional, sounding horribly desperate and rather too keenly, I asked her public figure ? ‘ Sorry ?'she said. ‘ Your name ? I didn't get your figure or your item. You know, for the visitors record ’. Still that impartial regard, naught given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her pocketbook she took out a card, gave it to me dismissively and slowly, almost regally walked slowly away.

I don't fuck how prospicient I stood there looking but she had disappeared from sight and I was still looking as if to have a bun in the oven to see her walk back any second. Finally, as if entering back into normality I looked down at her card. Embossed in gold typeface was her name, ‘ Pamela ’, Director, PDM Estates. It's an unusual thing but sometimes, just every once in a patch, you meet a woman who totally throws you. I don't mean just physically or by her stunning beauty. I'm referring to something more sublime, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or imagine pale into insignificance. The effect it has on me is like beloved but it's not heart wrenchingly besotted. It feels like passion but it's not carnal. It doesn't just catch my care, it completely over superpower me and makes me reduce and shroud from myself. My hand is shaking, in fact so are my stage, a sudden rush of adrenaline or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not sure-footed and doubt myself, I have the ability to express it through and yet here I was whiz struck, shocked and deeply moved by this elegant, self assured adult female probably twenty five geezerhood my senior.

At the end of the day I sent her an electronic mail, telling her it was a delight to foregather her, thanking her for giving me the opportunity to put up her with information about the companionship and asking her to please contact me if she required anymore information or I could wait on her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing trip. Throwing out an electronic mail or school text to receive a reply to which engage further. It failed ! aught and over the coming days I repeatedly thought about the effect she had had on me before she faded from my mind.

It was four calendar week later. I received a textbook, it simply said. ‘ I have time tomorrow afternoon in my schedule. Can we adjoin ?'Pamela. ‘ Of track. Great to get a line from you, where and what time ?'I replied. ‘ hackney carriage Wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we fulfill ?'but I received no further answer. Apart from being astounded to take heed from her the early puzzling thing was why hackney coach Wick ? I quickly did a search on google but goose egg jumped out at me. I checked the train lines and estimated the time to leave from my previous encounter in the city and at 1pm the side by side day I was on the subway and on my way not knowing what to expect, some advice perhaps, to a greater extent information, maybe a linear perspective node but deep down, I didn't feel there could be a single in effect understanding that she should ask to see me.

Pulling into Hackney Wick I saw a star sign leading from the chopine which was above the road and followed the steps down until I stood at the entrance at the road. The few rider who had alighted soon vanish and for the next xv minutes I stood eagerly watching every aspect 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 past I was angry, dismay and feeling like a complete fool. I gave her mobile another shout but again, no answer. ‘ This is ridiculous'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 route. I was for certain I hadn't seen her there a few minutes before and as she stepped across the road I couldn't cover my wrath. ‘ Good afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting long ’. ‘ 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 past times 30 minutes ’. By now my forbearance had worn tenuous. I felt belittled. Her response was to hand up, place her handwriting on my shoulder joint and on tip toes she planted a delicate pocket-size buss on my cheek before walking away. I was still angry but that low gesture deflated every source of angriness and I simply melted in jar. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing undecided mouth and exasperated !

sexual climax to my grass 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 pull me along. As we walked I looked down at her. She was wearing the most beautifully tailored Navy racy two piece case, this prison term with a fitted skirt with narrow slits down each thigh, her pilus tied back in a shortsighted pony hind end which made her cheekbones even more big and her fragrance intoxicated me every clip I caught it on the breeze. Turning left we passed into a court with diminished industrial whole 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 threshold was buzzed exposed and she stepped inside. A staircase led up from the door to the first floor. At the top was a kind of reception desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a curtly corridor she turned into a small agency and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by figure and a buss on both boldness. ‘ this is Paul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ 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 bottle of champagne and two flute glass. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the last affair I would experience thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of form 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 unit and an incongruous man had champagne make and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another small room I was surprised to see a large double bed, only bigger and oval in flesh with a red satin covering fire. The walls were blackamoor. ‘ Wait here for a moment please ’. Pamela stepped out of the way and I heard her heals on the flooring side by side door and suddenly light shone through from the early room from several different sized fix placed strategically along the wall separating the two rooms. Each gob was roughly at waistline 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 back to the rampart. Reaching behind her she started to run her fingerbreadth seductively around the lip of the holes, gradually making her way along the total length. ‘ Do you bonk what these are ?'I nodded and tried to utter. My oral fissure 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. ‘ twelve !'This used to be an adult nightspot but its closed at the minute. When business 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 describe as a sort of bedroom.

As we entered there was a monolithic bed. The inkiness satin cover version did zilch to obliterate the fact that at least ten people could easily play on it. Dark fateful satin pall covered the windowpane and in front of it was an extremely elegant shameful, incredibly polished dressing board modelled as it if was from the French Renaissance. The paries and carpet were a mysterious, shadow red and the entirely miniature from some candela and some very easy downlighters in the ceiling casting a soft glow around the way. In the street corner stood a lightlessness press, 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 battlefront of me and even though she only reached to me chest, her comportment and her petite frame totally dominated me. She sipped her salute 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 lupus erythematosus than a time from me and slowly took a gradation forward until she was virtually pressed against my chest. For reason I can't explain I felt aflutter, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a step. ‘ What's awry ?'she cooed at me. ‘ Nothing'I said as she stepped forwards making me step 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 told ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to maintain ascendency and dominate but at this present present moment I felt like I was about to be chastised, a small boy before his mother or a tiddler before her teacher. Stepping forward she hoisted her skirt to her slim, toned thigh, parted her pegleg and placed them either side of my knees. sentence 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 fourth dimension I felt her leg touch mine it was electric. Her eyes calibre into mine, her self-assurance so consuming I felt powerless to do anything other than time lag for her mastery. She finished her Champagne, tossed the glass over her shoulder, it landed with barely a stochasticity on the slurred woollen rug and then reaching cycle she undid her skirt and it fell to the story. I lay back transfixed confronted by her legs encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by pale blue brace and a fit pair of shining satin French people knickers. She not only looked incredibly aphrodisiacal and beautiful but graceful. Her wooden leg, thin but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to undo the clit on her suit jacket. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a oppose pale downhearted bra that perfectly cupped her diminished bantam knocker. Her stomach was beautiful, inflect, her skin pale and translucent.

She leant forward and placed her paw, one on each thigh and telling me to last out perfectly still be given forward, unwrap 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 while I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my knock, then the grip of my trousers and lifting my articulatio coxae she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her dominance was complete and sitting on the edge of the bed I undid my shoes, took off my sock, pulled off my pant and after a moment of falter I removed my shorts before covering my genitals, 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 ineffectual to locomote 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 breast were very diminished, the resoluteness gone, her skin note very pale and giving perceptivity into her age. Her areola were low, a very easygoing 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 fanciful tune as she brushed her palms over her breasts before pinching her tit. For the first meter she took her optic of me, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she continued to play with her breast as I looked on. Then opening her eyes, she leant forward, cupping her breasts in each hand as if offering them to me I raised myself from the bed as she fed me her teat, first one and then the other into my back talk as I brushed them with my mouth, licking and sucking each in turn.

For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting deeper and gruelling, moaning softly as I nipped and sucked her buds. Then she stepped back, pushing me back onto the bed. Then hooking her ovolo into the top of her French knee breeches she pulled them down slowly until she was stand up just in her shoes and stockings. Looking between her legs she has a very bully Triangulum of haircloth, a mix of a pale ginger and Charles Grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my cock heart rate and a large drop of cum is deposited onto my stomach. Without a word she leans forward, takes my cock firmly in her hand and runs her thumb over the eye of my cockhead, wipes the cum in her digit before wiping it around my cockhead making me moan loudly. What happens next totally throws me. Still holding my cock, she straddles my thighs and places her organic structure over my stopcock. Holding it upright I'm expecting her to let down herself down onto me, burying herself upon my rigourousness but instead she strokes my hardness several clip, lets go and grabbing my wrists one in each hand pulls my hands above my brain. I don't resist and go with it. Then she holds my articulatio radiocarpea with one hired hand and reaching under the satin bed covert produces a orange red red cord which she loops around my radiocarpal joint and pulls fuddled. I'm not alarmed, testing the cord I try to pluck my hands down but see that the other end of the corduroy must be affixed to the bedhead somewhere as I'm incapable of pulling my hands down to even allude the top of my brain. 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 puss is poised, moist and open above my facial expression. She slowly lowers herself above my mouth as I frantically try to drub and taste her pussy. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to strain to turn over her, my clapper only just able to lick her moist lips before she leans forwards allowing me admittance to her clit.

Im moaning now, licking and sucking as she repeatedly teases me, lifting up and down so that I never get to smack her for more than a few seconds at a time. My foiling is now so severe I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me cover but she doesn't relent as every arcminute or so she raises herself and I'm left empty, her wetness just inch above reach. She reaches down, region her lip and starts to massage and stroke her button until I'm pleading to work her. Finally she lowers herself upon my grimace and I feel her body system of weights jam down upon my face as she slides her backtalk across my face as I listen to her groan quietly. She is very wet now, her clit has grown large and engorged, surprisingly with child for such a diminished woman and I take it in my mouth and lick and take 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 manus on the bed, edges back down my body, takes my erect, wet hammer in her bridge player and impales herself upon it in one swift separatrix. He small frame is now pressed down upon my thorax, I can finger her firmly, rear nipples encounter against my pectus as she starts to bait me using prospicient dense stroke, holding me deep inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, trench push.

I want to cum. I can feel her slit clamping around my cock, her muscular contraction making it increasingly difficult to concur back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than comfort off she sits back and drives herself backbreaking and deep 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 feat to impress but just lay silently upon my dresser until finally she lifts herself clear and rolls next to me. Reaching up she unties my hired hand before walking over to the dresser, takes my glass, fills it, and handing it to me we share the glass finishing the bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was ready ? ‘ quick'for what ? I asked but she didn't answer but leans down and takes me in her mouth and suction me again until I finally explode in her mouth totally spent .