Like most men, I've always had an admiration for a woman's curves and how they can direct those curves in such a captivating manner, but she was the first woman I was ever excited about because her intelligence was somehow erotically beautiful.
I've caught a fleeting glimpse of her several times as my eyes scanned for the women with the plunging necklines or the increasingly shorter skirts. She was usually in a corner or against a wall engaged in conversation with her colleagues. Her medium length, brown hair often covering part of her face. She would constantly attempt to brush it aside only to have it fall to its initial position.
Her lips were painted with the common shade of red that you would find on most women her age, but she used so little of it that it was difficult to tell apart her natural colored lips from the store bought variety. Personally, I preferred her natural color, but I had no intentions of sharing my makeover tip with her. She did possess beautiful hazel eyes that she told me was inherited from her mother's side.
Her perfectly fitted business outfit matched her neatly pressed skirt like always, but she had her jacket open and you could see a creamy white blouse underneath, which was highly unusual for her. As my eyes strained from across the room I could almost see how her white bra was outlined beneath her partially sheer blouse.
Like her colleagues, she worked for a pharmaceutical company that was always excited to pitch the next big breakthrough in modern medicine. I've turned down countless invitations to dinners like these because I don't like the idea of economics dictating how I treat my patients, but I gladly excepted this one because Dr. Olivia Sensúil would be the featured speaker.
Olivia was born in a small town in Southern France called Sommieres. She once told me about her upbringing in France during a physician conference in Baltimore. I was half heartedly listening due to the attractive waitress that was always walking by, but I do remember thinking how her accent was endearing, almost romantic.
It's not that Olivia was terribly unattractive, she just always wore these bland business suits and her posture was rather stoic. Hardly the image that would get the blood running to my cock.
I did notice that she loved to use hand gestures as she spoke and often grabbed both my wrists to punctuate a point she was eager to make. I really thought nothing of it aside from it being somewhat annoying.
As the presentation was about to start, I took to my assigned seat which was just to the right of the podium. I was perhaps 8 feet away from Olivia as she was introduced.
She was not like any of her colleagues. Olivia had more top tier schooling and professional training than most of the physicians in this room. I had quite a bit of respect for Olivia because she chose to do the hard work that none of her colleagues would ever dream of doing.
With a PhD in Biopharmaceutics and Analytical Chemistry, she became one of the leading minds in medicine. Her laboratory in Paris was always leading the way in drug synthesis and receptor manipulation and I pictured a Nobel Prize in her future.
This whole presentation was in effort to get physicians salivating over a radically new molecule called Theozine.
Theozine was initially studied as a potential neuropathic pain blocker and although studies showed its inferiority over current treatment available today, it did have an interesting side effect.
The Phase III studies showed that men who were sexually active, reported a strange phenomenon. Almost 90% of these men were experiencing multiple orgasms when engaged sexually with their partner. These men were experiencing something once thought to only exist in certain women.
My mind immediately focused on the biological implications of such a phenomenon. Would this increase the volume of semen? Would that lead to sterility? Would the incidence of testicular cancer dramatically rise? I was intrigued and worried at the same time.
As one would expect, hundreds of ridiculous questions were asked by my condescending colleagues, but Olivia calmly and professionally answered each question backed up by years of research and clinical trials. She was truly amazing to watch. Every time some young, snot nosed physician attempted to explain to her how the biological process makes this an impossibility, she would instantly quote an earlier study that clearly showed that physician's bravado statement to be completely false.
I really don't know if it was watching Olivia in action or the context of her answers, but I became extremely aroused and I had to lay my jacket across my lap so I could remain discrete, to put it politely. Each time Olivia spoke I could feel my cock tighten harder. I found myself starting to focus on her blouse and could now clearly see her bra formulate beyond her semi sheer blouse.
I also now could see that her perfectly pressed skirt had a slit up the side and what was hidden behind that skirt was beyond heavenly. Olivia was wearing French nylons that slid up her legs and perched just above her knee. When she stepped back and forth I could see that the nylons had little interwoven hearts that went up the side.
Questions were flying around the room still, but I couldn't hear them. My mind was transfixed on this incredibly sensual women that I've never noticed before. Each step she took flinched my cock into pain. Each time she breathed in I finally noticed what amazingly formed breasts she had always hidden away.
My cock was in so much pain that I contemplated walking out, but I was in the front row merely steps away from her. I was worried that my frozen stare at her beautiful body would become obvious to others around me. I quickly looked down at my jacket, then just as quickly looked back at Olivia.
I never wanted a woman so badly in my life. I wanted to ravage her over and over again. My lips were aching to provide permanent suction on her nipples hiding behind that bra. I wanted to grab the nylon stockings running up her leg and rip them clear off while guiding my hands inside of that slit in her skirt and feel the warmth of her pussy. I felt animalistic urges I've never experienced before and I wanted to act upon them.
A sudden fear sprang up inside me. This woman has no interest in me or she would have acted on it years ago. My mind began to race back in time thinking about our small talks with her using my wrists as a point of emphasis. I was such a fool attempting to stare at some waitress's bottom as the most stunning creature of all was staring into my eyes.
I wanted to go back in time and tell her how much I wanted her. I should have grabbed her wrists, looked into her eyes and lay it all on the line. How the site of her makes my cock throb achingly. How I want to undress her in front of a window so a lucky passerby could glimpse what the body of a true goddess looks like. How I want to lift her over my shoulder and walk her into the bedroom, gently laying her body onto the bed. How I want to use her nylons to tie her hands to the corner bedposts and then tie her feet the exact same way.
I was caught by surprise when I could feel tears well up inside as I thought about what might have been. I immediately excused myself to the washroom before I became a spectacle in front of my peers.
I quickly entered the bathroom stall furthest from the door. I latched the metal lock inside and sat down on top of the toilet seat. I was shocked at how I couldn't control my body. Couldn't control my tears. Couldn't even control my cock. I needed time to compose myself before returning to the table.
I heard other physicians come into the washroom and comment to each other how Dr. Sensúil was a blabbering idiot. I wanted to defend her. I wanted to burst out how she has more knowledge in her pinky than they have collectively, but I was still in no shape to make such an appearance. My cock was still raging hard and I started to become mortified at the thought that I may need medical intervention.
As I sat there in silence, I could hear that the presentation had ended and people started to empty the dining hall. I thought perhaps the opportunity to discretely exit has come. I was just about to put my jacket on so that it at least partially covered my erection when I heard a faint knock on the outer door.
"Dr. Stevens? Are you alright?"
I startlingly slumped back down onto the toilet as quietly as possible. Her beautiful French accent was unmistakable.
"Dr. Stevens? I know you're in here. I'm worried about you. You looked distressed when you left your table."
