For reasons I can’t explain I felt nervous, really apprehensive and involuntarily recoiled back a pace. By now my mind was in turmoil. Her areola were small, a very soft pinky brown colour, her nipples quite long and very erect. 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. She not only looked incredibly sexy and beautiful but elegant. In fact, I felt like I had shouted and couldn’t help notice a few glances from those passing. 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’m looking for some advice for a project’. It was like a switch had gone on inside me and as Pamela walked back inside she stood with her back to the wall.
