I had been on the stand for sometime. Periodically it had been quite meddling but I was now in motivation of a break and coffee. 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 employ whenever I could, I was handing over yet another brochure and engaging in a bit of small talk of the town with a couple of men from a topical anaesthetic health authority 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 miss interestingness and trying to get my tending one last time she turned, stepped off the stand and with one final look stepped away. Seizing my moment before it was too late, I made my rapid excuses and excusing myself stepped down from the stand and catching up with her I confidently stepped in presence of her and politely introduced myself. ‘ Sorry'I said, ‘ I got away as degraded as I could ’. ‘ That's ok,'she said, ‘ its nothing important ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the outdoor stage so that I could assist her or at to the lowest degree give her a catalog and a wit. She hesitated and then turning walked back to the pedestal and began to take care at the entropy boards.

‘ So how may I help you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her articulation was very pipe down, 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 projection ’. She stated very thing of fact. ‘ Ok, why not severalise 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 understand some video display stuff. Her vocalisation was extremely cultured, quietly well verbalize and very engaging to listen to even if her pose were common 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 outdoor stage I fetched a brochure and watched her as discreetly as I could. She carried herself well, very equanimous and elegant. She was dressed in an expensive two piece business causa. The jacket was fitted, a richly neck crinkle accentuated with an expensive silk scarf. Her closely fitting bird was cut just about the knee, colored stockings or tights and wearing an extremely pretty pair of punt horseshoe with albumen 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 Charles Grey hair was clearly visible at her roots which for some reason just added to her allure. Her eyes were beautifully made up with just the right amount of eye liner which enhanced her stunning, frigidity blueness middle. She had fantastic high cheekbone, pinch of a beautiful engaging smile and although she had the number of a teen age girl and the brass of a thirty yr old, I suspected that she would probably be about sixty.

turning back to me she waited and it was open 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 peak and confidence, my bearing 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 card and for some second gear she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself count quite stunned. I felt extremely thankful when she eventually took the edge of the card. However, she didn't take it from me. Instead, we both held a nook each for at least a second or two. Once again her demeaner, the farseeing pause, it all made me feel slightly anxious and maybe a short 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 wag and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotional material boards, 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 observe a few glimpse from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a inhuman stare, impossible to record I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six foot plus mesomorphic frame shrinking in the face of this petite, beautiful, alluring fair sex. I went to speak but my actor's line 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 name ? I didn't get your gens or your details. You know, for the visitant phonograph record ’. Still that unprejudiced gaze, null 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 walked slowly away.

I don't live how yearn I stood there looking but she had disappeared from sight and I was still looking as if to expect 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 strange 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 stupefy beauty. I'm referring to something more sublime, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or suppose pales into insignificance. The issue 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 charm my attention, it completely over powers me and makes me shrivel and hide from myself. My deal 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 convinced and uncertainty myself, I have the ability to carry it through and yet here I was genius struck, shocked and deeply moved by this elegant, self assured woman probably twenty five class my senior.

At the end of the day I sent her an email, telling her it was a pleasure to run across her, thanking her for giving me the opportunity to provide her with info about the company and asking her to delight reach me if she required anymore information or I could serve her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing trip. Throwing out an email or text to welcome a reply to which engage further. It failed ! Nothing and over the sexual climax days I repeatedly thought about the effect she had had on me before she faded from my mind.

It was four weeks later. I received a school text, it simply said. ‘ I have time tomorrow afternoon in my agenda. Can we satisfy ?'Pamela. ‘ Of track. Great to see from you, where and what sentence ?'I replied. ‘ Hackney wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we meet ?'but I received no further answer. Apart from being astounded to get word from her the former puzzling thing was why Hackney wick ? I quickly did a hunt on google but nothing jumped out at me. I checked the caravan credit line and estimated the time to leave alone from my previous meeting in the urban center and at 1pm the next day I was on the subway system and on my way not knowing what to expect, some advice perhaps, more information, maybe a perspective guest but deep down, I didn't feel there could be a single good reason that she should ask to see me.

pulling into hackney wick I saw a sign leading from the weapons platform which was above the road and followed the steps down until I stood at the entrance at the route. The few passenger who had alighted soon disappeared and for the next fifteen minutes 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 XX past I was angry, get down and feeling like a everlasting fool. I gave her mobile another call but again, no resolution. ‘ 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 road. I was sure I hadn't seen her there a few instant before and as she stepped across the road I couldn't obscure my anger. ‘ honest afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting farsighted ’. ‘ No !'I lied. ‘ Are you sure enough ? She said. ‘ Yes, I'm sure'I responded irritatingly. ‘ That's funny because I've been watching you for the retiring thirty minutes ’. By now my patience had worn lean. I felt belittled. Her reply was to reach up, station her hands on my shoulders and on tip toes she planted a delicate small kiss on my cheek before walking away. I was still furious but that small motion deflated every root of anger and I simply melted in jounce. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing surface back talk and exasperated !

sexual climax 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 side of the post. Again I asked her where we were going ? ‘ You will see'and continued to overstretch me along. As we walked I looked down at her. She was wearing the most beautifully tailored navy blue two while causa, this prison term with a fit out skirt with constringe slits down each thigh, her hair tied back in a short jigger tail which made her cheekbones even more large and her fragrance intoxicated me every fourth dimension I caught it on the breeze. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with humble industrial building block 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 spread and she stepped inside. A staircase led up from the door to the get-go flooring. At the top was a variety of receipt desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a little corridor she turned into a small office and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by name and a kiss on both brass. ‘ this is Apostle Paul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ whoremonger'he said. ‘ I'm the owner ’. proprietor of what I thought and then gesturing to a small coffee tree table I saw a tray with a bottle of champagne and two flute drinking glass. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the last thing I would have thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of course Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ Alice Paul favourite, would you mind'and startled I bent down, picked up the tray and followed her out of the elbow room and down the corridor.

By now my head was in excitement. We are basically in a warehouse industrial unit and an incongruous man had champagne set up and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another minor room I was surprised to see a large two-baser bed, only bad and oval in shape with a red satin top. The paries were melanise. ‘ hold here for a second please ’. Pamela stepped out of the room and I heard her heals on the flooring next threshold and suddenly light shone through from the early room from various different sized holes 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 backrest to the wall. Reaching behind her she started to run her digit seductively around the lip of the mess, gradually making her way along the sum up length. ‘ Do you know what these are ?'I nodded and tried to talk. My backtalk 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 fountainhead. ‘ Dozens !'This used to be an adult club but its closed at the second. When business get too lots 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 describe as a variety of bedroom.

As we entered there was a massive bed. The Black satin cover did nothing to cover the fact that at least ten masses could easily wager on it. Dark black satin curtains covered the window and in front of it was an extremely refined black, incredibly polished dressing table modelled as it if was from the Daniel Chester French Renaissance. The walls and carpet were a trench, disconsolate red and the only illuminance from some wax light and some very soft downlighters in the ceiling casting a voiced freshness around the room. In the niche stood a blackness wardrobe, magnanimous 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 deoxyephedrine, stood in front of me and even though she only reached to me dresser, her presence 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 brow sudation. ‘ Are you hot Darling'she asked teasingly. ‘ I'm mulct'I responded, ‘ it just feels very warmly in here ’. She was less than a metre from me and slowly took a dance step forward until she was virtually pressed against my chest. For cause I can't explain I felt uneasy, really discerning and involuntarily recoiled back a gait. ‘ What's incorrectly ?'she cooed at me. ‘ Nothing'I said as she stepped forwards making me mistreat back again until I felt the edge of the bed against my calves. ‘ You look unquiet'she said and placing her hired man against my chest she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my champagne spilling down my battlefront. I went to get up. ‘ Don't move, stay there and do as you are evidence ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to asseverate control condition and dominate but at this gift moment I felt like I was about to be chastised, a small boy before his mother or a minor before her teacher. Stepping forward she hoisted her annulus to her slim, toned thigh, parted her legs and placed them either slope of my knees. Time seemed to stomach 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 English to side. Every fourth dimension I felt her leg touch mine it was electric. Her optic bore into mine, her authority so consuming I felt powerless to do anything former than postponement for her command. She finished her champagne, tossed the glass over her shoulder, it landed with barely a noise on the chummy woollen rug and then reaching beat she undid her skirt and it fell to the flooring. I lay back grip confronted by her legs encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by pale blue gallus and a matching pair of shiny satin Gallic knickers. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but elegant. Her legs, dilute but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to untie the buttons on her suit crown. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a equate picket blue bra that perfectly cupped her small petite tit. Her venter was beautiful, strengthen, her pelt picket and translucent.

She leant forward and placed her manpower, one on each thigh and telling me to stay perfectly still leant forward, undid my tie and pulled it free. 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 breast, all the while I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my belt, then the hold of my trousers and lifting my hips she dragged them down roughly. She stepped back. ‘ Take them off !'Her control was unadulterated and sitting on the border of the bed I undid my skid, took off my air sock, pulled off my trousers and after a moment of hesitation I removed my boxers before covering my genitals, 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 stifle. She stood above me, watching me intensely, all the while gently gyrating hips.

My stopcock was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt ineffective to move as I lay with my men above my headland as if tied securely. Reaching behind her she unclasped her bra and holding it in battlefront of her chest she slowly revealed them. Her titty were very little, the resolve gone, her skin tone very pale and giving sixth sense into her age. Her areola were small, a very soft little finger brown colouration, her nipples quite long and very erect. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an complex number strain as she brushed her palm tree over her breasts before pinching her nipples. For the firstly time she took her eyes of me, closing her centre and biting her lip as she continued to play with her breast as I looked on. Then opening her eyes, she run forward, cupping her tit in each hand 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 sass, licking and sucking each in turn.

For some minute I continued, her breathing getting deeper and impenetrable, 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 people knickers she pulled them down slowly until she was stood just in her shoes and stockings. Looking between her legs she has a very dandy Triangle of hair, a mix of a pallid ginger and greyness intertwined. I groan. I couldn't aid it as my cock pulsing and a large drib of cum is deposited onto my stomach. Without a Word she leans forward, takes my rooster firmly in her hired man 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 following totally throws me. Still holding my cock, she straddles my second joint and places her body over my cock. Holding it good I'm expecting her to lower herself down onto me, burying herself upon my hardness but instead she strokes my hardness several times, lets go and grabbing my wrists one in each helping hand pulls my hands above my head. I don't resist and go with it. Then she holds my carpus with one hand and reaching under the satin bed cover song produces a vermilion red cord which she loops around my wrists and drag tight. I'm not alarmed, testing the cord I try to pull my hands down but recognize that the other end of the electric cord must be affixed to the bedhead somewhere as I'm incapable of pulling my hand down to even stir the top of my oral sex. Satisfied, she then placement herself above my chest and moves forward until her knees are either incline of my chief and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and open above my expression. She slowly lowers herself above my mouth as I frantically try to lap up and taste her pussy. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to strain to reach her, my tongue only just capable to lick her moist brim before she leans forwards allowing me access to her clit.

Im moaning now, licking and sucking as she repeatedly teases me, lifting up and down so that I never get to savor her for Sir Thomas More than a few seconds at a time. My frustration is now so severe I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me go forward but she doesn't relent as every moment or so she raises herself and I'm left wing empty, her wetness just inches above range. She reaches down, constituent her lips and starts to knead and stroke her clit until I'm pleading to solve her. Finally she lowers herself upon my face and I feel her body burthen printing press down upon my nerve as she slides her lips across my face as I listen to her groan quietly. She is very wet now, her clitoris has grown heavy and engorged, surprisingly large for such a small woman and I take it in my mouth and biff 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 consistency, takes my erect, wet prick in her hired man and impales herself upon it in one swift fortuity. He small underframe is now pressed down upon my chest, I can feel her concentrated, vertical nipple brush against my thorax as she starts to ride me using farsighted slow up cam stroke, holding me deep inside her before lifting herself and thrusting down on me in one hard, deep push.

I want to cum. I can find her twat clamping around my cock, her contractions making it increasingly unmanageable to hold back. ‘ I'm cumming'I warn her but rather than ease off she sits back and drives herself hard and deep upon my cock and moaning through gritted teeth I feel her wetness as she orgasms and I shoot my come oceanic abyss inside her, practically shouting as I do so. For a farsighted while we lay like this before I soften and drop out from within her. She makes no effort to run but just lay silently upon my chest of drawers until finally she lifts herself realise 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 share the shabu finishing the bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was set up ? ‘ ready'for what ? I asked but she didn't result but leans down and takes me in her mouth and sucking me again until I finally explode in her mouth totally worn out .