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 assfuck 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 butt 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 ass 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 anus 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 butthole the road and followed the steps down until I stood at the entrance at the road. About 7 shots and all our weed later, she finally asked if we were going to do this or not. “Show him! One more time I looked over my shoulder and then checked the status of my parents. “We'll shower first,” I said, bounding off the bed and grinning at her. To be continued... My pussy drank in the silky friction. She went to the bed and peeled the covers off of it completely, then completely stripped. “You forgot my cheeks, put some ass on please, hate to have a sunburned bum.” Then she wiggled her hips in a playful manner. Her breasts were still marvelous even in rigor. Max shook his hips from side assfuck to side, but he couldn't move enough to prevent them from attaching the belt. I just dipped my head against his built shoulder, opened my eyes widely, and kept my mouth gapping open. Dakota quipped, “Smells like sex out here,” giggling as she stepped to her vehicle. But only thing that stop us was the distances that we live from each other. A butt anus minute went by when the elderly men walked over, one with a drink in hand. Mom was sitting so close to me, watching me stroking to her photo and I thought she was playing with herself. Ashley was no longer a pertinent factor, but the three girls of his intimate acquaintance were sort of secondary factors in the household’s plans. Not to say Alyssa doesn’t get me off really well, but that was on a whole ‘nother level.” My eyes widened, and I covered my face for a few seconds. “Do what?” “Hey!” I exclaimed, that is what they were talking bout in biology class last spring when we were in the chapter about reproduction. Lou finally was unable to control himself any longer, “Maria I’m going butthole to fuck you ass now get on the bed on all fours.”