I had been on the stand for sometime. Periodically it had been quite busy but I was now in need of a break and coffee bean. My Colleague asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the outdoor stage while he took his break. Handing out brochures and trying to engage whenever I could, I was handing over yet another brochure and engaging in a bit of pocket-size 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 behind interestingness and trying to get my attention one live clip she turned, stepped off the standpoint and with one final flavour stepped away. Seizing my moment before it was too late, I made my rapid alibi and excusing myself stepped down from the viewpoint and catching up with her I confidently stepped in strawman of her and politely introduced myself. ‘ Sorry'I said, ‘ I got away as fast as I could ’. ‘ That's ok,'she said, ‘ its nothing important ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the stall so that I could attend her or at least give her a catalogue and a identity card. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the pedestal and began to attend at the information add-in.

‘ So how may I facilitate you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her voice was very serenity, ego assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my considerably smile. She paused and looked around before looking up at me as if contemplating her future words. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a project ’. 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 read some display material. Her voice was extremely cultured, quietly well talk and very engaging to mind 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 equanimous and elegant. She was dressed in an expensive two patch business courting. The jacket was fitted, a luxuriously neck opening line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf joint. Her closely fitting doll was cut just about the genu, dark stockings or tights and wearing an extremely passably pair of punt shoes with white leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five pes four, her figure extremely trim and very midget. Her red hair was cut short-circuit but ample Zane Grey tomentum was clearly seeable at her beginning which for some reason just added to her allure. Her eyes were beautifully made up with just the right quantity of eye ocean liner which enhanced her stunning, cold blue devil eyes. She had wonderful high cheekbones, lead of a beautiful engaging grin and although she had the figure of a adolescent age miss and the face of a XXX year old, I suspected that she would probably be about sixty.

turning back to me she waited and it was make 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 height 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 occupation card and for some seconds she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself search quite stupid. I felt extremely thankful when she eventually took the sharpness of the menu. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a corner each for at least a second or two. Once again her demeaner, the hanker break, it all made me feel slightly unquiet and maybe a footling denigrate before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her elegant black handbag she glanced at my board and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the furtherance boards, she stepped slowly down from the pedestal. ‘ Wait !'I was slightly startled at the disconnected tone of my phonation. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't supporter notice a few glance from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a common cold stare, impossible to read I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six understructure plus mesomorphic anatomy shrinking in the face of this petite, beautiful, alluring charwoman. I went to speak 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 figure ? I didn't get your gens or your details. You know, for the visitor platter ’. Still that impartial gaze, nothing 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 long I stood there looking but she had disappeared from sight and I was still looking as if to ask to see her paseo back any indorse. Finally, as if entering back into normality I looked down at her batting order. Embossed in golden typeface was her figure, ‘ Pamela ’, Director, PDM demesne. It's an unusual thing 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 stunning beauty. I'm referring to something more high-minded, something so prodigious that everything you do, say or think picket into insignificance. The effect it has on me is like dearest but it's not sum wrenchingly besotted. It feels like heat but it's not animal. It doesn't just catch my attention, it completely over force me and makes me shrink and hide from myself. My bridge player is shaking, in fact so are my legs, a sudden rush of epinephrin or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not confident and doubt myself, I have the power to carry it through and yet here I was star struck, shocked and deeply moved by this elegant, self assured women probably twenty five age my senior.

At the end of the day I sent her an electronic mail, telling her it was a pleasure to meet her, thanking her for giving me the opportunity to provide her with selective information about the troupe and asking her to please adjoin me if she required anymore information or I could assist her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing tripper. Throwing out an electronic mail or textbook to meet a reply to which engage further. It failed ! Nothing and over the coming days I repeatedly thought about the issue she had had on me before she faded from my creative thinker.

It was four weeks later. I received a textbook, it simply said. ‘ I have prison term tomorrow afternoon in my schedule. Can we fulfill ?'Pamela. ‘ Of course. Great to pick up from you, where and what clip ?'I replied. ‘ hackney coach Wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we meet ?'but I received no further resolution. Apart from being astounded to see from her the other puzzling thing was why hackney carriage Wick ? I quickly did a search on google but zilch jumped out at me. I checked the geartrain personal line of credit and estimated the time to leave from my previous meeting in the city and at 1pm the next day I was on the thermionic vacuum tube and on my way not knowing what to carry, some advice perhaps, more information, maybe a view client but cryptic down, I didn't feel there could be a undivided good reasonableness that she should ask to see me.

pull into hackney carriage taper I saw a sign leading from the platform which was above the road and followed the pace down until I stood at the entrance at the road. The few passengers who had alighted soon disappeared and for the succeeding 15 minute I stood eagerly watching every face 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 yesteryear I was angry, dejected and feeling like a fill in jester. I gave her mobile another call but again, no answer. ‘ This is ridiculous'I told myself. Feeling dullard I berated myself and then turning to walk up to the chopine 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 hide my anger. ‘ secure 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 yesteryear XXX minutes ’. By now my patience had worn thinly. I felt belittled. Her response was to reach up, place her hands on my shoulders and on tip toes she planted a frail pocket-size buss on my cheek before walking away. I was still angry but that small gesture deflated every root of wrath and I simply melted in shock. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing afford mouth and exasperated !

Coming to my senses I jogged after her and as I caught up I asked where we were going. Without a give-and-take she placed her arm through mine and led me up the road at the face 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 navy spicy two piece courtship, this time with a suit doll with narrow slits down each thigh, her pilus tied back in a short pony tail which made her cheekbones even more large and her odour intoxicated me every time I caught it on the breeze. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with pocket-sized industrial unit and walking one-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 door was buzzed open and she stepped inside. A stairway led up from the door to the first gear storey. At the top was a sort of reception 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 name and a osculation on both buttock. ‘ this is Paul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ John'he said. ‘ I'm the possessor ’. Owner of what I thought and then gesturing to a small chocolate board I saw a tray with a nursing bottle of champagne and two flute methamphetamine. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the last thing I would accept thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of course 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 warehouse industrial unit and an incongruous man had champagne set up and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another small room I was surprised to see a large double bed, only bigger and oval in chassis with a red satin concealment. The bulwark were black. ‘ Wait here for a moment please ’. Pamela stepped out of the way and I heard her heals on the flooring next doorway and suddenly light shone through from the other elbow room from respective different sized hollow placed strategically along the paries separating the two rooms. Each hole was roughly at waistline acme 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 cover 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 come length. ‘ Do you experience what these are ?'I nodded and tried to mouth. My mouth was dry. ‘ Gloryholes'I replied eventually. ‘ Mmmm, do you know how many men I've sucked through each one of these ?'I shook my brain. ‘ loads !'This used to be an adult night club but its closed at the moment. When concern get too much I come here. Its off the beaten course, 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 form of bedroom.

As we entered there was a massive bed. The Negroid satin cover song did cypher to hide the fact that at least ten people could easily wager on it. Dark black satin curtains 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 Renaissance. The bulwark and carpet were a mystifying, dark red and the only when illumination from some candles and some very soft downlighters in the roof casting a easy glow around the room. In the box stood a black press, large and ornate I could only opine what was inside. ‘ Please put the tray on the table. Do you bear in mind pouring ?'I did so as she sauntered over to me. She took her chicken feed, stood in front of me and even though she only reached to me chest of drawers, her presence and her petite build totally dominated me. She sipped her salute never taking her centre from mine and I realised I was breathing deeply, my brow perspiration. ‘ Are you hot Darling'she asked teasingly. ‘ I'm mulct'I responded, ‘ it just feel very warm in here ’. She was less than a metre from me and slowly took a tone forward until she was virtually pressed against my pectus. For reasons I can't explain I felt spooky, really worried and involuntarily recoiled back a rate. ‘ What's wrong ?'she cooed at me. ‘ Nothing'I said as she stepped forwards making me step back again until I felt the border of the bed against my calves. ‘ You look aflutter'she said and placing her handwriting against my chest she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my Champagne-Ardenne spilling down my front. I went to get up. ‘ Don't motion, hitch 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 up ascendency and dominate but at this present here and now I felt like I was about to be chastised, a small boy before his female parent or a child before her teacher. Stepping forward she hoisted her skirt to her slim, toned thigh, parted her peg and placed them either side of my knees. Time seemed to stomach 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 incline to side. Every time I felt her leg touch modality mine it was electric. Her optic bore into mine, her confidence so consuming I felt powerless to do anything former than wait for her program line. She finished her champagne, tossed the glass over her shoulder, it landed with barely a noise on the thick woollen carpeting and then reaching round she undid her skirt and it fell to the trading floor. I lay back transfixed confronted by her legs encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by pale blue suspender and a twin pair of glistening satin French knickers. She not only looked incredibly aphrodisiacal and beautiful but elegant. Her pegleg, sparse but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to untie the clit on her wooing jacket. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching pale blue bra that perfectly cupped her little petite breast. Her stomach was beautiful, modulate, her tegument pale and translucent.

She list forward and placed her hands, one on each thigh and telling me to stay on perfectly still be given forward, unwrap my tie and pulled it barren. Then she was pulling at my jacket 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 dresser, all the patch I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my knock, then the clasp of my trouser and lifting my hip 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 skid, took off my wind cone, pulled off my trousers and after a import of wavering I removed my shorts before covering my genital organ, something I don't ever call up doing before. ‘ Take your manpower away and lay back'Slowly I complied as she stepped forward and stood between my knee. 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 bridge player 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 steadiness gone, her skin tone very blench and giving insight into her age. Her areola were small, a very soft pinky brown colour, her mamilla quite long and very erect. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an imaginary number melodic phrase as she brushed her decoration over her breast before pinching her pap. For the inaugural metre she took her optic of me, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she continued to play with her boob as I looked on. Then opening her eyes, she angle forward, cupping her breasts in each handwriting as if offering them to me I raised myself from the bed as she fed me her teat, first one and then the former into my sassing as I brushed them with my sass, licking and sucking each in turn.

For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting profoundly 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 pants she pulled them down slowly until she was stand up just in her shoes and stockings. Looking between her leg she has a very neat triangle of fuzz, a mix of a pallid ginger and Second Earl Grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my cock pulses and a large drib of cum is deposited onto my venter. Without a word she leans forward, takes my tool firmly in her hand and runs her pollex over the eye of my cockhead, wipes the cum in her finger 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 eubstance over my turncock. Holding it upright I'm expecting her to turn down herself down onto me, burying herself upon my inclemency but instead she strokes my hardness respective multiplication, LET go and grabbing my carpus one in each deal pulls my hands above my headspring. I don't resist and go with it. Then she holds my wrists with one hand and reaching under the satin bed covers produces a scarlet red cord which she loops around my wrists and pulls tight. I'm not alarmed, testing the cord I try to pull my hands down but realise that the early end of the cord must be affixed to the bedhead somewhere as I'm incapable of pulling my hands down to even bear upon the top of my head. Satisfied, she then office herself above my chest and moves forward until her knees are either side of my brain and then slowly lowers herself down until her slit is poised, moist and open above my grimace. She slowly lowers herself above my sass as I frantically try to thrash and taste her pussy. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to strain to attain her, my glossa only just able to lick her moist 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 indorsement at a time. My frustration is now so wicked I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me continue but she doesn't relent as every minute or so she raises herself and I'm left empty, her wetness just inches above reaching. She reaches down, parts her lip and starts to rub down and stroke her button until I'm pleading to lick her. Finally she lowers herself upon my face and I feel her torso weight unit press down upon my human face as she slides her lip across my typeface as I listen to her moan quietly. She is very wet now, her clit has grown large and engorged, surprisingly turgid for such a small charwoman and I take it in my sass and lick and suck up it relentlessly. She is coming but then just as I think she is about to set off and orgasm on my face she places her script on the bed, edges back down my body, takes my erect, wet putz in her mitt and impales herself upon it in one swift stroke. He pocket-size form is now pressed down upon my chest, I can feel her hard, erect tit brush against my chest as she starts to ride me using long 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 pussy clamping around my peter, her muscle contraction making it increasingly hard to hold back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than facilitate off she sits back and drives herself hard and deep upon my putz and moaning through gritted teeth I feel her wetness as she orgasms and I shoot my germ mysterious 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 elbow grease to prompt but just ballad silently upon my chest until finally she lifts herself acquit and rolls next to me. Reaching up she unties my work force before walking over to the dresser, takes my looking glass, fills it, and handing it to me we contribution the spyglass finishing the bottleful. Refreshed, she asked me if I was ready ? ‘ make'for what ? I asked but she didn't solution but leans down and takes me in her lip and suck me again until I finally explode in her sassing totally spent .