I had been on the bandstand for sometime. Periodically it had been quite busy but I was now in indigence of a break and coffee tree. My workfellow asked if he could go first and reluctantly I agreed to man the outdoor stage while he took his suspension. Handing out booklet and trying to engage whenever I could, I was handing over yet another folder and engaging in a bit of modest talking with a match of men from a local health authority when over their shoulder joint I noticed a very elegantly dressed char trying to discreetly view 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 attention one survive prison term she turned, stepped off the stand and with one net look stepped away. Seizing my moment before it was too recently, I made my speedy excuses and excusing myself stepped down from the viewpoint and catching up with her I confidently stepped in front of her and politely introduced myself. ‘ Sorry'I said, ‘ I got away as quick as I could ’. ‘ That's ok,'she said, ‘ its nothing authoritative ’. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the stand 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 sales booth and began to see at the selective information boards.

‘ So how may I serve you today ?'I asked. ‘ I'm not sure you can'she replied. Her vocalisation was very calm down, self assured. ‘ Try me'I said giving her my easily grinning. She paused and looked around before looking up at me as if contemplating her next Scripture. ‘ I'm looking for some advice for a undertaking ’. 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 spoken and very engaging to hear to even if her pose were frigidity 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 brochure and watched her as discreetly as I could. She carried herself well, very poised and refined. She was dressed in an expensive two bit line of work wooing. The jacket was fitted, a high neck blood line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf. Her closely fitting skirt was cut just about the genu, disconsolate stockings or tights and wearing an extremely middling pair of vertebral column shoes with white leather inlay like a bow. Even in her heals she only stood about five foot four, her physical body extremely snip and very flyspeck. Her red haircloth was cut short but rich grey hair was clearly visible at her beginning which for some reason just added to her allure. Her center were beautifully made up with just the good amount of eye liner which enhanced her stunning, frigid down in the mouth eyes. She had fantastic high zygomatic bone, hints of a beautiful engaging smile and although she had the figure of a teenaged age girl and the face of a thirty year old, I suspected that she would probably be about LX.

Turning back to me she waited and it was realize 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 superlative and confidence, my presence carrying me forward and yet as I stepped towards her I felt more like an aegir minor and handed it to her. ‘ No thank you'she said. Slightly taken back I then offered her my patronage card and for some instant she just looked at it and I feared I was suddenly making myself bet quite stupid. I felt extremely thankful when she eventually took the bound of the card. 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 long interruption, it all made me feel slightly anxious and maybe a little belittled before she took it from me thanking me without even looking at it or me. Opening her elegant pitch-dark handbag she glanced at my card and slipped it inside, turned and still looking at the promotion boards, she stepped slowly down from the stand. ‘ hold !'I was slightly startled at the abrupt quality of my vocalisation. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn't help find a few glances from those passing. Slowly she turned and fixed me with a cold stare, out of the question to read I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six foot plus muscular frame shrinking in the side of this petite, beautiful, alluring adult female. I went to speak but my words caught in my pharynx. 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 public figure ? I didn't get your figure or your item. You know, for the visitor record ’. Still that impartial gaze, cypher given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her handbag she took out a bill of fare, 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 await to see her paseo back any second. Finally, as if entering back into N I looked down at her wit. Embossed in atomic number 79 fount was her epithet, ‘ Pamela ’, Director, PDM demesne. It's an strange thing but sometimes, just every once in a while, you meet a woman who totally throws you. I don't mean value just physically or by her stun beauty. I'm referring to something more sublime, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or think pale into insignificance. The core it has on me is like love but it's not heart wrenchingly besotted. It feels like passion but it's not sensual. It doesn't just catch my care, it completely over powers me and makes me quail and hide from myself. My manus is shaking, in fact so are my legs, a sudden flush of adrenaline or is it nerves ? Either way, this isn't me. Even if I'm not convinced and doubt myself, I have the ability to impart it through and yet here I was star struck, shocked and deeply moved by this graceful, self assured cleaning woman probably twenty five eld 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 chance to provide her with information about the fellowship and asking her to please contact me if she required anymore entropy or I could assist her in anyway. Its what I call a sportfishing trip-up. Throwing out an electronic mail or text to receive a reply to which engage further. It failed ! Nothing and over the coming days I repeatedly thought about the effect she had had on me before she faded from my judgment.

It was four hebdomad later. I received a textual matter, it simply said. ‘ I have time tomorrow afternoon in my agenda. Can we forgather ?'Pamela. ‘ Of row. Great to hear from you, where and what metre ?'I replied. ‘ Hackney Wick, 2pm ’. ‘ Excellent, where shall we fill ?'but I received no further result. Apart from being astounded to hear from her the other puzzling thing was why hackney carriage Wick ? I quickly did a search on google but cipher jumped out at me. I checked the string pedigree and estimated the time to result from my old encounter in the city and at 1pm the next day I was on the tube and on my way not knowing what to look, some advice perhaps, more information, maybe a perspective client but deep down, I didn't feel there could be a single good reason that she should ask to see me.

pull into hackney taper I saw a house leading from the platform which was above the road and followed the steps down until I stood at the entrance at the route. The few rider who had alighted soon disappeared and for the adjacent xv minutes I stood eagerly watching every face that entered or left the post but ten second after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her phone but it went to voicemail. By twenty dollar bill past I was angry, dejected and feeling like a utter fool. I gave her Mobile another call but again, no answer. ‘ This is silly'I told myself. Feeling stupefied I berated myself and then turning to walk 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 hour before and as she stepped across the route I couldn't hide out my anger. ‘ proficient afternoon'she said gaily. ‘ Have you been waiting tenacious ’. ‘ 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 min ’. By now my forbearance had worn slenderize. I felt belittled. Her reply was to reach up, place her hands on my shoulders and on tip toes she planted a ticklish small candy kiss on my impertinence before walking away. I was still raging but that small gesture deflated every root of anger and I simply melted in stupor. ‘ Are you coming or not ?'and with that she strode away leaving me standing overt 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 route at the side of the place. 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 dark blue puritanical two opus causa, this sentence with a fitted skirt with contract slits down each second joint, her hair tied back in a short pony tail which made her cheekbone even more prominent and her scent intoxicated me every time I caught it on the breeze. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with small-scale industrial social unit and walking half way along she drew me to a red door and pressed the doorbell. ‘ Where are we'I asked but she just smiled, the door was buzzed exposed and she stepped inside. A stairway led up from the threshold to the first floor. At the top was a sort of response desk but everything looked like it was being renovated. Down a short corridor she turned into a small post and there leaning against a desk was a man, scruffily dressed who greeted her by name and a kiss on both boldness. ‘ this is Paul'she said gesturing to me. ‘ John'he said. ‘ I'm the owner ’. proprietor of what I thought and then gesturing to a small deep brown table I saw a tray with a bottle of champagne and two transverse flute ice. Of all the things I expected to see, this was probably the last thing I would feature thought of. ‘ Mine ?'she asked. ‘ Of course Pamela'he said smiling. ‘ Paul Darling, 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 creative thinker was in turmoil. We are basically in a storage warehouse industrial unit of measurement and an incongruous man had champagne ready and clearly chilled. Then looking across at another diminished way I was surprised to see a big double bed, only bigger and oval in shape with a red satin cover. The paries were black. ‘ Wait here for a second please ’. Pamela stepped out of the room and I heard her heals on the flooring adjacent doorway and suddenly light shone through from the other elbow room from several different sized holes placed strategically along the paries separating the two rooms. Each hole was roughly at waistline height and I knew immediately what they were. It was like a replacement 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 finger seductively around the lip of the muddle, gradually making her way along the aggregate length. ‘ Do you recognize what these are ?'I nodded and tried to speak. 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. ‘ Dozens !'This used to be an adult club but its closed at the present moment. When business get too a lot I come here. Its off the exhaust trail, totally discreet and I can be whoever I want to be ’. ‘ ejaculate on'and turning she walked out and led me down the corridor and entered what I can only name as a kind of bedroom.

As we entered there was a massive bed. The Shirley Temple Black satin cover charge did zilch to hide the fact that at least ten people could easily bring on it. dark pitch-black satin curtain covered the window and in front of it was an extremely elegant black, incredibly polished dressing table modelled as it if was from the French Renaissance. The walls and carpet were a deep, night red and the sole illumination from some standard candle and some very soft downlighters in the ceiling casting a flaccid lambency around the room. In the corner stood a black press, large and ornate I could only imagine what was inside. ‘ Please put the tray on the tabular array. 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 chest, her presence and her diminutive framing totally dominated me. She sipped her drink never taking her oculus from mine and I realised I was breathing deeply, my forehead sweating. ‘ Are you hot Darling'she asked teasingly. ‘ I'm fine'I responded, ‘ it just sense very warm in here ’. She was less than a measure from me and slowly took a gradation forward until she was virtually pressed against my chest. For cause I can't explain I felt anxious, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. ‘ What's wrong ?'she cooed at me. ‘ cipher'I said as she stepped forwards making me ill-treat back again until I felt the sharpness of the bed against my calves. ‘ You look spooky'she said and placing her hand against my bureau she pushed me back sending me sprawling back on the bed, my Champagne spilling down my front. I went to get up. ‘ Don't movement, stay there and do as you are severalise ’.

I simply couldn't believe it. Normally it was me who would be assured, always trying to conserve control and dominate but at this acquaint consequence I felt like I was about to be chastised, a modest boy before his female parent or a child before her teacher. Stepping forward she hoisted her wench to her slim, toned thighs, parted her pegleg and placed them either side of my genu. Time seemed to stand 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 articulatio coxae from English to side. Every clip I felt her leg pinch mine it was galvanizing. 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, tossed the chicken feed over her shoulder joint, it landed with barely a interference on the thick woollen rug and then reaching round she undid her annulus and it fell to the floor. I lay back transfixed confronted by her legs encased in sheer nylon stockings held up by pale blue suspenders and a mate pair of shiny satin French drawers. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but refined. Her stage, slenderize but toned. Then she reached up and starting at the top began to loosen the buttons on her suit jacket. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching wan blue bra that perfectly cupped her lowly flyspeck tit. Her tummy was beautiful, toned, her scrape pale and translucent.

She leant forward and placed her bridge player, one on each second joint and telling me to stay on perfectly still tip 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 chest, all the while I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my belt, then the clasp of my pant and lifting my hips 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 horseshoe, took off my socks, pulled off my trousers and after a moment of hesitation I removed my boxershorts before covering my genitals, something I don't ever retrieve doing before. ‘ Take your script away and lay back'Slowly I complied as she stepped forward and stood between my knee joint. She stood above me, watching me intensely, all the patch gently gyrating hips.

My cock was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt ineffectual to move as I lay with my helping hand above my head as if tied securely. Reaching behind her she unclasped her bra and holding it in figurehead of her boob she slowly revealed them. Her breasts were very small, the resoluteness gone, her sputter tone very pale and giving insight into her age. Her areola were modest, a very indulgent pinky brown people of colour, her nipples quite long and very upright. She tossed her bra and stood above me, still gyrating slowly as if to an imaginary tune as she brushed her palms over her tit before pinching her nipples. For the first off time she took her eyes of me, closing her centre and biting her lip as she continued to bring with her breasts as I looked on. Then opening her eyes, she leant forward, cupping her white meat in each hand as if offering them to me I raised myself from the bed as she fed me her pap, first one and then the other into my oral cavity as I brushed them with my backtalk, licking and sucking each in turn.

For some hour I continued, her breathing getting deeply and heavier, moaning softly as I nipped and sucked her buds. Then she stepped back, pushing me back onto the bed. Then hooking her quarter round into the top of her French people knickers she pulled them down slowly until she was stand up just in her horseshoe and stockings. Looking between her legs she has a very neat Triangle of pilus, a mix of a pale pep and grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn't help it as my dick pulse rate and a large drop of cum is deposited onto my breadbasket. Without a word she leans forward, takes my turncock firmly in her handwriting and runs her pollex over the eye of my cockhead, wipes the cum in her fingers before wiping it around my cockhead making me groan loudly. What happens next totally throws me. Still holding my dick, she straddles my thighs and places her body over my turncock. Holding it upright I'm expecting her to lower herself down onto me, burying herself upon my severity but instead she strokes my inclemency several times, lets go and grabbing my wrist one in each mitt pulls my hands above my headspring. I don't resist and go with it. Then she holds my carpus with one manus and reaching under the satin bed covering fire 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 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 foreland. Satisfied, she then posture herself above my dresser and moves forward until her genu are either side of my principal and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and capable above my look. She slowly lower herself above my sassing as I frantically try to lick and smack her puss. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to deform to reach her, my tongue only just able to lick her moist lips 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 taste her for more than than a few bit at a time. My frustration is now so terrible I'm practically crying and begging for her to let me bear on but she doesn't relent as every second or so she raises herself and I'm left wing empty, her wetness just inches above reach. She reaches down, parts her sassing and starts to knead and stroke her button until I'm pleading to lick her. Finally she lowers herself upon my face and I feel her soundbox burthen crush down upon my cheek as she slides her lips across my font as I listen to her moan quietly. She is very wet now, her clit has grown orotund and engorged, surprisingly large for such a small adult female and I take it in my backtalk and clout and suck it relentlessly. She is coming but then just as I think she is about to explode and orgasm on my side she places her mitt on the bed, edges back down my dead body, takes my erect, wet cock in her bridge player and impales herself upon it in one swift shot. He small frame is now pressed down upon my chest, I can feel her heavy, erect nipples brush against my chest as she starts to tantalize me using prospicient slow down shot, 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 putz, her contractions making it increasingly hard 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 tooth I feel her wetness as she orgasms and I shoot my cum 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 thorax until finally she lifts herself exonerated and rolls next to me. Reaching up she unties my hands before walking over to the toilet table, takes my chicken feed, fills it, and handing it to me we parcel the Methedrine finishing the nursing bottle. Refreshed, she asked me if I was set ? ‘ ready'for what ? I asked but she didn't solvent but leans down and takes me in her mouth and sucks me again until I finally explode in her rima oris totally spent .