Tradeshow
Introduction:
Often Tradeshows can be extremely tedious. This was one of the exceptions as it led to an afternoon of absolute pleasure
‘So how may I help you today?’ I asked. ‘I’m not sure you can’ she replied. Her voice 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 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 spoken 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 brochure and watched her as discreetly as I could. She carried herself well, very poised and elegant. She was dressed in an expensive two piece business suit. The jacket was fitted, a high neck line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf. Her closely fitting skirt was cut just about the knee, dark stockings or tights and wearing an extremely pretty pair of back shoes with 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 hair was cut short but ample 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, cold blue eyes. She had fantastic high cheekbones, hints of a beautiful engaging smile and although she had the figure of a teen age girl and the face of a thirty year old, I suspected that she would probably be about sixty.
Turning back to me she waited and it was clear 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 child 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 look quite stupid. 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 corner each for at least a second or two. Once again her demeaner, the long pause, 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 black 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. ‘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, impossible to read I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six foot plus muscular frame shrinking in the face 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 desperate and rather too keenly, I asked her name? ‘Sorry?’ she said. ‘Your name? I didn’t get your name or your details. You know, for the visitors record’. 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 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 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 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 sublime, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or think pales into insignificance. The effect 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 catch my attention, it completely over powers me and makes me shrink and hide from myself. My hand is shaking, in fact so are my legs, a sudden rush of adrenaline or is it nerves? Either way, this isn’t me. Even if I’m not confident and doubt myself, I have the ability to carry it through and yet here I was star 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 information about the company and asking her to please contact me if she required anymore information or I could assist her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing trip. Throwing out an email 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 mind.
It was four weeks later. I received a text, it simply said. ‘I have time tomorrow afternoon in my schedule. Can we meet?’ Pamela. ‘Of course. Great to hear from you, where and what time?’ I replied. ‘Hackney Wick, 2pm’. ‘Excellent, where shall we meet?’ but I received no further answer. Apart from being astounded to hear from her the other puzzling thing was why Hackney Wick? I quickly did a search on google but nothing jumped out at me. I checked the train lines and estimated the time to leave from my previous meeting in the city and at 1pm the next 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 reason that she should ask to see me.
Pulling into Hackney Wick I saw a sign leading from the platform which was above the road and followed the steps down until I stood at the entrance at the road. The few passengers 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 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 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 minutes before and as she stepped across the road I couldn’t hide my anger. ‘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 thirty minutes’. By now my patience had worn thin. I felt belittled. Her response was to reach up, place her hands on my shoulders and on tip toes she planted a delicate small kiss on my cheek before walking away. I was still angry but that small gesture deflated every root of anger and I simply melted in shock. ‘Are you coming or not?’ and with that she strode away leaving me standing open 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 side 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 blue two piece suit, this time with a fitted skirt with narrow slits 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 breeze. Turning left we passed into a courtyard with small industrial units 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 door was buzzed open 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 short 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 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 table I saw a tray with a bottle of champagne and two flute glasses. 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. ‘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 turmoil. 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 bigger and oval in shape with a red satin cover. The walls were black. ‘Wait here for a moment please’. Pamela stepped out of the room and I heard her heals on the flooring next door and suddenly light shone through from the other room from several different sized holes 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 fingers seductively around the lip of the holes, gradually making her way along the total length. ‘Do you know 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 head. ‘Dozens!’ This used to be an adult club but its closed at the 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 describe as a kind of bedroom.
As we entered there was a massive bed. The Black satin cover did nothing to hide the fact that at least ten people could easily play on it. Dark black satin curtains 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, dark red and the only illumination from some candles and some very soft downlighters in the ceiling casting a soft glow around the room. In the corner stood a black wardrobe, 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 front of me and even though she only reached to me chest, 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 forehead sweating. ‘Are you hot Darling’ she asked teasingly. ‘I’m fine’ I responded, ‘it just feels very warm in here’. She was less than a metre from me and slowly took a step forward until she was virtually pressed against my chest. For reasons I can’t explain I felt nervous, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. ‘What’s wrong?’ 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 calves. ‘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 control and dominate but at this present moment I felt like I was about to be chastised, a small boy before his mother or a child before her teacher. Stepping forward she hoisted her skirt to her slim, toned thighs, parted her legs and placed them either side of my knees. Time 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 time I felt her leg touch mine it was electric. Her eyes bore into mine, her confidence so consuming I felt powerless to do anything other than wait for her command. She finished her champagne, tossed the glass over her shoulder, it landed with barely a noise on the thick woollen carpet and then reaching round she undid her skirt 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 matching pair of shiny satin French knickers. 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 buttons on her suit jacket. Very slowly, one by one she undid them, first revealing a matching pale blue bra that perfectly cupped her small petite breast. Her stomach was beautiful, toned, her skin pale and translucent.
She leant forward and placed her hands, 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 chest, all the while I lay compliant, unmoving unless instructed. Then it was my belt, then the clasp of my trousers 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 shoes, took off my socks, 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 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 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 firmness gone, her skin tone very pale and giving insight into her age. Her areola were small, a very soft 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 imaginary tune as she brushed her palms over her breasts before pinching her nipples. For the first time she took her eyes of me, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she continued to play with her breasts 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 nipples, first one and then the other into my mouth as I brushed them with my mouth, licking and sucking each in turn.
For some minutes I continued, her breathing getting deeper and heavier, 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 knickers 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 hair, a mix of a pale ginger and grey intertwined. I groan. I couldn’t help it as my cock pulses 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 fingers before wiping it around my cockhead making me groan loudly. What happens next totally throws me. Still holding my cock, she straddles my thighs and places her body over my cock. Holding it upright 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 hand pulls my hands above my head. 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 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 head. Satisfied, she then positions herself above my chest and moves forward until her knees are either side of my head and then slowly lowers herself down until her pussy is poised, moist and open above my face. She slowly lowers herself above my mouth as I frantically try to lick and taste her pussy. She holds herself aloft just enough that I have to strain 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 a few seconds at a time. My frustration is now so severe 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 reach. She reaches down, parts her lips and starts to massage and stroke her clit until I’m pleading to lick her. Finally she lowers herself upon my face and I feel her body weight press down upon my face as she slides her lips across my face as I listen to her moan quietly. She is very wet now, her clit has grown large and engorged, surprisingly large for such a small woman and I take it in my mouth 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 body, takes my erect, wet cock in her hand and impales herself upon it in one swift stroke. He small frame is now pressed down upon my chest, I can feel her hard, erect nipples 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 cock, her contractions making it increasingly difficult 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 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 effort to move but just lays silently upon my chest until finally she lifts herself clear and rolls next to me. Reaching up she unties my hands 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? ‘ready’ for what? I asked but she didn’t answer but leans down and takes me in her mouth and sucks me again until I finally explode in her mouth totally spent.
