I had been on the stand for sometime. Periodically it had been quite occupy but I was now in need of a break and burnt umber. My workfellow asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the stand while he took his break. Handing out brochures and trying to engage whenever I could, I was handing over yet another leaflet and engaging in a bit of small talk of the town with a couple of men from a local health authority when over their shoulder I noticed a very elegantly dressed fair sex trying to discreetly bewitch 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 attending one last time she turned, stepped off the stand and with one final tone stepped away. Seizing my moment before it was too late, I made my rapid excuses and excusing myself stepped down from the tie-up and catching up with her I confidently stepped in front of her and politely introduced myself. ‘ Sorry'I said, ‘ I got away as profligate as I could ’. ‘ That's ok,'she said, ‘ its nada important ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the point of view 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 stand and began to look at the information board.

‘ So how may I aid you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her phonation 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 words. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a task ’. She stated very topic of fact. ‘ Ok, why not tell me what it is that you are looking for and I will see if I can serve ?'‘ Maybe'she replied and turned away and started to read some display fabric. Her vocalization was extremely cultured, quietly well address and very engaging to listen to even if her idiosyncrasy were stale 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 base I fetched a brochure and watched her as discreetly as I could. She carried herself well, very self-possessed and elegant. She was dressed in an expensive two opus business suit of clothes. The jacket was fitted, a high neck billet accentuated with an expensive silk scarf. Her closely fitting skirt was cut just about the knee, dark stockings or leotards and wearing an extremely pretty pair of back shoes with ovalbumin leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five base four, her figure extremely trim and very lilliputian. Her red hair was cut short but sizeable gray hair was clearly visible at her tooth root which for some reason just added to her allure. Her eyes were beautifully made up with just the right sum of eye line drive which enhanced her stunning, frigid blue centre. She had fantastic high cheekbones, speck of a beautiful engaging smile and although she had the figure of a stripling age girl and the human face of a thirty twelvemonth old, I suspected that she would probably be about sixty.

turning back to me she waited and it was exonerated 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 summit and confidence, my presence carrying me forward and yet as I stepped towards her I felt more like an eager minor and handed it to her. ‘ No thank you'she said. Slightly taken back I then offered her my business card and for some sec she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself front quite dullard. 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 foresightful pause, it all made me feel slightly anxious and maybe a little denigrate before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her elegant black-market handbag she glanced at my card and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotion control panel, she stepped slowly down from the stand. ‘ wait !'I was slightly startled at the abrupt tone of my voice. 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 cold stare, unsufferable to read I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six foot plus muscular shape shrinking in the nerve 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 despairing and rather too keenly, I asked her name ? ‘ Sorry ?'she said. ‘ Your name ? I didn't get your name or your contingent. You know, for the visitors record ’. Still that impartial regard, zilch 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 know how long I stood there looking but she had disappeared from sight and I was still looking as if to expect to see her walk of life back any second. Finally, as if entering back into normality I looked down at her menu. Embossed in gold fount was her name, ‘ Pamela ’, conductor, PDM Estates. 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 just physically or by her sensational beauty. I'm referring to something to a greater extent high-minded, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or think pales into insignificance. The essence it has on me is like honey but it's not heart wrenchingly besotted. It feels like passion but it's not carnal. It doesn't just grab my care, it completely over top executive me and makes me shrink and veil from myself. My hand is shaking, in fact so are my wooden leg, a sudden flush of adrenaline or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not confident and uncertainty myself, I have the power to gestate it through and yet here I was sensation struck, shocked and deeply moved by this elegant, self assured women probably twenty five years my senior.

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 provide her with selective information about the company and asking her to delight contact me if she required anymore information or I could assist her in anyway. Its what I call a sportfishing trip. Throwing out an email or text to welcome a reply to which wage further. It failed ! Nothing and over the coming days I repeatedly thought about the outcome she had had on me before she faded from my brain.

It was four workweek later. I received a text, it simply said. ‘ I have time tomorrow afternoon in my schedule. Can we cope with ?'Pamela. ‘ Of course. Great to see from you, where and what meter ?'I replied. ‘ Hackney taper, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we meet ?'but I received no promote result. Apart from being astounded to get word from her the other puzzling thing was why Hackney taper ? I quickly did a search on google but naught jumped out at me. I checked the train course and estimated the time to leave from my late meeting in the city and at 1pm the adjacent day I was on the tube and on my way not knowing what to expect, some advice perhaps, more information, maybe a perspective client but deep down, I didn't feel there could be a single good reasonableness that she should ask to see me.

Pulling into Hackney wick I saw a sign of the zodiac leading from the platform which was above the road and followed the steps down until I stood at the entranceway at the road. The few rider who had alighted soon disappeared and for the next fifteen mo I stood eagerly watching every cheek that entered or left the station but ten minutes after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her headphone but it went to voicemail. By twenty past I was angry, dejected and feeling like a complete fool. I gave her mobile another call but again, no answer. ‘ This is ridiculous'I told myself. Feeling stupid I berated myself and then turning to take the air up to the weapons platform I saw her watching me from across the road. I was sure I hadn't seen her there a few mo before and as she stepped across the road I couldn't cover my anger. ‘ Good afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting long ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you sure ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm for sure'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's funny because I've been watching you for the past thirty instant ’. By now my patience had worn cut. I felt disparage. Her response was to reach up, place her manus on my shoulders and on tip toes she planted a ticklish belittled candy kiss on my impudence before walking away. I was still angry but that minuscule gesture deflated every root of anger and I simply melted in blow. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing loose mouth and exasperated !

Coming to my senses 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 position of the station. 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 United States Navy blue two piece courting, this prison term with a fit out chick with narrow pussy down each thigh, her hair tied back in a short pony tail which made her cheekbones even more prominent and her scent intoxicated me every time I caught it on the picnic. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with humble industrial unit and walking half way along she drew me to a red threshold and pressed the bell. ‘ Where are we'I asked but she just smiled, the threshold was buzzed capable and she stepped inside. A stairway led up from the threshold to the first floor. 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 lowly office and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by gens and a kiss on both cheeks. ‘ 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 bean table I saw a tray with a bottle of champagne and two transverse flute glasses. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the finale matter I would have thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of course Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ Apostle Paul Darling, would you listen'and startled I bent down, picked up the tray and followed her out of the room and down the corridor.

By now my psyche was in agitation. We are basically in a 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 large double bed, only large and oval in shape with a red satin concealment. The paries were black. ‘ Wait here for a moment please ’. Pamela stepped out of the room and I heard her heals on the flooring adjacent door and suddenly light shone through from the former elbow room from several dissimilar sized golf hole placed strategically along the wall separating the two rooms. Each hole 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 back to the wall. Reaching behind her she started to run her fingerbreadth seductively around the lip of the holes, gradually making her way along the total distance. ‘ Do you know what these are ?'I nodded and tried to speak. My mouth 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. ‘ scores !'This used to be an adult baseball club but its closed at the present moment. When business get too much I come here. Its off the beaten 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 delineate as a kind of bedroom.

As we entered there was a massive bed. The blackness satin cover did nothing to hide the fact that at least ten citizenry could easily act as on it. Dark black satin drapery covered the window and in movement of it was an extremely elegant disastrous, incredibly polished dressing table modelled as it if was from the Daniel Chester French Renaissance. The rampart and carpet were a deep, dark red and the only illumination from some candles and some very soft downlighters in the cap casting a soft glow around the elbow room. In the niche stood a pitch-dark press, vauntingly and ornate I could only imagine what was inside. ‘ Please put the tray on the table. Do you beware pouring ?'I did so as she sauntered over to me. She took her glass, stood in front end of me and even though she only reached to me dresser, her presence and her petite frame totally dominated me. She sipped her drink never taking her eyes from mine and I realised I was breathing deeply, my frontal bone sweating. ‘ Are you hot Darling'she asked teasingly. ‘ I'm ok'I responded, ‘ it just feels very strong in here ’. She was less than a measure from me and slowly took a stair forward until she was virtually pressed against my pectus. For reasonableness I can't explain I felt nervous, really worried and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. ‘ What's awry ?'she cooed at me. ‘ nada'I said as she stepped forwards making me step back again until I felt the boundary of the bed against my calves. ‘ You look uneasy'she said and placing her script against my chest she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my champagne spilling down my nominal head. I went to get up. ‘ Don't move, arrest there and do as you are state ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to maintain controller and dominate but at this present present moment I felt like I was about to be chastised, a lowly boy before his mother or a child before her instructor. Stepping forward she hoisted her doll to her slim, toned thighs, parted her legs and placed them either English of my knees. Time seemed to stand up still as I felt my hard-on 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 signature mine it was electric car. Her eyes eagre into mine, her self-confidence so consuming I felt powerless to do anything other than postponement for her bidding. She finished her champagne, tossed the glass over her shoulder joint, it landed with barely a noise on the duncish woollen rug and then reaching round 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 picket blue brace and a matching span of burnished satin French bloomers. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but elegant. Her legs, thin but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to undo the push button on her suit jacket. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a twin picket bluish bra that perfectly cupped her minor petite titty. Her stomach was beautiful, modulate, her skin pale and translucent.

She leant forward and placed her hand, one on each second joint and telling me to persist perfectly still leant forward, undid 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 while I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my belt, then the clench of my pant and lifting my pelvis she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her potency was complete and sitting on the edge of the bed I undid my horseshoe, took off my socks, pulled off my pant and after a bit of indisposition I removed my boxers before covering my genitals, something I don't ever retrieve 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 cock was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt unable to move as I lay with my hands above my brain as if tied securely. Reaching behind her she unclasped her bra and holding it in front man of her breasts she slowly revealed them. Her chest were very small, the firmness gone, her pelt note very pale and giving sixth sense into her age. Her areola were modest, a very voiced pinky brown colouring material, her tit 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 palms over her breasts before pinching her mamilla. For the first base time she took her heart of me, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she continued to flirt with her breasts as I looked on. Then opening her centre, she tip forward, cupping her breast in each hand as if offering them to me I raised myself from the bed as she fed me her mamilla, first one and then the other into my mouth as I brushed them with my mouth, licking and sucking each in round.

For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting deeply and wakeless, 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 stood just in her shoes and stockings. Looking between her legs she has a very neat triangle of whisker, a mix of a sick ginger and grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my tool pulses and a bombastic drop curtain of cum is deposited onto my tummy. Without a Bible she leans forward, takes my dick firmly in her hired hand and runs her thumb 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 next totally throws me. Still holding my tool, she straddles my second joint and places her body over my rooster. Holding it upright I'm expecting her to turn down herself down onto me, burying herself upon my rigorousness but instead she strokes my rigor various times, lets go and grabbing my radiocarpal joint one in each hand pulls my hands above my question. I don't resist and go with it. Then she holds my articulatio radiocarpea with one hand and reaching under the satin bed covering fire produces a scarlet red cord which she loops around my wrist and drag tight. I'm not alarmed, testing the cord 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 paw down to even touch the top of my psyche. Satisfied, she then positions herself above my chest and moves forward until her knee joint are either side of my point and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and open above my facial expression. She slowly lower herself above my lip as I frantically try to bat and taste her slit. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to separate out to attain her, my tongue only just able to bat her moist rim before she leans forwards allowing me access to her clitoris.

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 fourth dimension. My thwarting is now so life-threatening I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me continue but she doesn't relent as every second or so she raises herself and I'm left empty, her wetness just inches above reach. She reaches down, parts her mouth and starts to massage and stroke her clit until I'm pleading to figure out her. Finally she lowers herself upon my face and I feel her dead body weight press down upon my face as she slides her lips across my boldness as I listen to her moan quietly. She is very wet now, her clit has grown large and engorged, surprisingly magnanimous for such a humble woman and I take it in my rima oris and lick and suck it relentlessly. She is coming but then just as I think she is about to explode and orgasm on my face she places her hands on the bed, edges back down my dead body, takes my erect, wet cock in her deal and impales herself upon it in one swift stroke. He small frame of reference is now pressed down upon my chest, I can feel her hard, tumid nipples brush against my chest as she starts to hinge on me using farseeing slow strokes, holding me mysterious inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, deep push.

I want to cum. I can feel her pussy clamping around my putz, her contractions making it increasingly difficult to restrain back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than ease off she sits back and drives herself difficult and deep upon my cock and moaning through gritted teeth I feel her wetness as she orgasms and I shoot my cum trench inside her, practically shouting as I do so. For a retentive while we lay like this before I soften and drop out from within her. She makes no crusade to move but just lays silently upon my dresser until finally she lifts herself clear and roster next to me. Reaching up she unties my hands before walking over to the vanity, takes my drinking glass, fills it, and handing it to me we share the glass finishing the nursing bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was ready ? ‘ make'for what ? I asked but she didn't answer but leans down and takes me in her lip and suction me again until I finally explode in her mouth totally spend .