Sheona had made a great start to her immunology career. Following a well-received paper she had written about the common cold as part of her doctoral thesis at Cambridge Institute for Medical Research, she had been courted and recruited by an international pharmaceutical giant. As luck would have it, her work refocused from labelling corona viruses on to new potential vaccine candidates for SARS-COV-1 and it was this that now brought her to the attention of Tom Kanchelskis.
Sheona lived relatively anonymously with her husband Ben and the twins, Elsa and Alice, who had arrived exactly on her due date May 21st 2017. Life on the Kensington Green Estate just outside Cambridge was an easy, if obvious choice, making perfect sense for many young families with professional parents. Great schools, gym and shops nearby, similar parents to themselves and the inevitable discretion of a newly built community. Plus, Ben Bradbury was a great husband. Supporting the ups and the downs of her career as he made steady progress in the small architectural practice where he had just made junior partner.
Talking of professions, Sheona couldn't help but notice the way the deck was stacked against young mothers in her career. Even the minimum time away from work for the pregnancy left her out of the loop and playing catchup in a rapidly moving environment. Especially one still dominated by male, pale and stale men it seemed. Around her own age, Tom Kanchelskis was the antidote to the standard issue grey man in the off-white lab coat. And here she was, Dr Sheona sitting on a hotel room bed with Professor Tom.
But Sheona didn't want to seem overawed by the unlikely circumstances of bedding a world famous Professor, and doing so with some style before dinner. The suggestion of casual fucking followed by dinner had the desired effect on Tom, leaning up from his efforts on her blouse and lifting his own shirt over his head. Sheona paused to admire his developed upper body, well defined and tight. The shirt, still crisp, lay on the floor as he knelt down beside it and gently separated her legs a little. Sheona felt herself give in at her core and fall back on the mattress, her blouse gaping open and half pulled out from her skirt. She was glad she had chosen one of her nicer bras, lacy, well fitted and maximising her breasts - he wouldn't be disappointed when the twin sisters came out.
But for now he was focused elsewhere, removing her shoes and running his hands up her legs, her tights offering little resistance to the smooth motion. She had totally surrendered all will to the moment - "so much for putting on a show" she thought in a brief outbreak of clarity. Finding the top of her tights Tom worked them down over her hips and Sheona wiggled enough to help him. "No point in making life difficult," she smiled to herself. She wondered if he had an erection yet. There had been no chance to feel for it, far less see it. She really hoped he did.
She wanted it really badly now, although Tom's current position seemed to suggest a different objective, at least to begin with. She had hoped he would work her knickers off with her tights but he was enjoying the one step at a time process. Again starting at her now bare feet he ran his hands up and over her legs. "Nice legs" he commented, "someone has been busy in the gym, and at the salon?". She was pleased he noticed her recently waxed legs, and yes she had been busy in the gym. Her mind strayed to other hair care details. "I hope he likes my pussy" she thought, suddenly a little self conscious for the first time. The lovely Russian girl in the salon had assured her that men were less preoccupied with pubic hair than women always worried, but in any case she had asked Svetlana for a neat wax with enough hair left to be decent, as she thought.
