There is no doubt she was the most beautiful woman I had ever been as close to as arms length. I had walked that close to her going into the auditorium. Her hair was a shade just passed beach-bleached blond and her figure was beauty-pageant perfect, round where it should be round and flat where all women want it flat. Her smile challenges men to keep their breathing steady and their hearts under control. The sight of her short skirts tested a man's ability to keep his mind on the business at hand, making him picture in his mind what's beneath those brief dresses. She makes all men want to get friendly in the most sexual way.
The first time I saw her as we walked to the lecture hall I knew I wouldn't be thinking of much else that day. She was to be leading a group of teachers through a seminar on modern education challenges, and I realized my first difficult task for now was going to be to think of anything else but her body that afternoon. She was simply the sexiest woman I have fantasized about this year, maybe for many years, maybe for all time.
She looked at me and smiled when I asked about something she had just commented about. Actually, I didn't remember what she had said, but I could remember how sexy she looked saying it. She explained what it was she was saying, but of course I didn't really hear her answer. I was busy fantasizing about what we could do together on a large, leather couch.
Of course, the problem was that I saw her naked in my my head as she spoke in front of the group of a hundred and fifty teachers listening attentively to her every word. She looked marvelous naked, and I nodded as if I really heard what she said and knew what she was talking about. She lectured naked as she was when she was born in the privacy of my mind as I watched her, captivated by the mental sight of her.
"You see," she said to the group as well as to me, "studies show that children tend to need love as much as information." Again, I imagined her naked at the podium, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her sleek body.
After her talk broke up, and she led us around the campus, I walked behind her and watched her bottom move under her dress, seductively swaying back and forth as her hips rotated just above those beautifully long legs. Once she stopped quickly and I nearly ran into the bottom I was admiring so intently. In my fantasy she walked naked ahead of me, teasing me with her body.
When the seminar ended, she stood with a few of us in the parking lot, chatting and saying goodbyes after her presentation. She was standing by my car, blocking my door, so thank god I could not leave. When most had gone we were there standing next to my car and I turned to her. "I loved your presentation," I said.
"You didn't hear a word I said," she replied, almost knocking me off my feet. My expression told her I was astonished, and she smiled. "Would you like to get some coffee?" she asked, again almost knocking me to my ass. Almost too dumbfounded to talk, I nodded. "You looked like a man watching porn," she said with a sly smile. "You want to go in my car, or you want to follow me?" she asked with that same smirk. I said her car was fine and I walked with her to her Mercedes coupe.
"So, you really want coffee, or are you as interested in sex as you seemed during my talk today?" she asked, once again throwing me for a back flip that I hadn't seen coming. I stared at her unable to speak. "Cat got that aggressive tongue of yours?" she asked, rattling my cage for the second time in a minute.
"You knew I was ogling you?" I asked.
"You couldn't have been more obvious if you had stood up at the front of the room and yelled, 'Hey, how about a quick fuck in the lounge after your speech?' and followed that with horny hoots of lusty mating calls like a rutting moose," she said with another of her knowing smirks. "So, your place or mine?"
