A colleague who I've admired for years shared an idea he had for a professional conference presentation. A paper he'd written had been accepted for journal publication, and he wanted an opportunity to share his research with others in the field of data engineering and analytics.
But... Eric wanted to do something different from the normal dry, monotone presentations... he wanted it to be highly interactive and energized. A presentation where the participants would be motivated to pay attention... and to actively contribute to the success of the workshop. He approached me because he knew I had the professional skills to assist him... and things were never boring when I was a team member.
When I read his paper, I understood enough of the technical aspects to get a basic idea of how a presentation might flow... and how some interaction might be created. Then, we had a day-long planning meeting in Portland when he was on the west coast for some meetings.
Wow! As he shared how he wanted the presentation to go, I was excited right away. It was Eric's research, so he was going to be talking pretty much non-stop. But... he wanted me to run the "show."
He envisioned a PowerPoint slideshow with all the bells and whistles. Technical slides. Short video clips. A variety of musical bridges. Frequent live polling of participants' understanding and opinions. A well-choreographed presentation with a wow-factor.
And... he wanted me to be on-stage with him while I was running the "show." A live director with the capacity to make quick adjustments as needed. A sidekick for some humor and light-hearted chat to keep the "show" on-track and energized.
With a shy smile, Eric said, "You have the skill set I need... and... well, you're drop-dead gorgeous!"
I reached across the table and shoved his shoulders hard, so he fell back in his chair. When he recovered from the shock of my shove, he looked at me nervously... but then he saw I was laughing my ass off. I replied, "Shit... you just noticed that!?" And we both laughed.
Our target audience was comprised mostly of a bunch of super-intelligent geeks who worked on the science, engineering and analytics of community powered data platforms. They were mostly men, but more and more women were jumping into this highly technical but also highly innovative field.
"So... you want a babe on stage, eh.?" I said with a wink.
Eric replied with a serious tone, "Annie... I need your skills first and foremost... but your beauty with this audience will hit a home run... guaranteed!"
At the end of our planning session, we had a basic sketch of the technical components Eric needed to include. We had a little over two months to prepare, so we created a work schedule aiming toward a complete run-through one week before the presentation date. We were both super-jazzed and I was ready to get my creative juices flowing.
Eric and I worked via email and online meetings during the next 7 weeks. It was creative, fun and at times exhausting. The "show" wasn't ready for prime time yet... but it was looking good.
Anthony and I picked up Eric at the airport, and brought him to our house for a few days of final prep. We have plenty of room in our home for guests, and it's much more comfortable for a visitor in a home rather than a hotel. Plus... we had grown to be trusting colleagues and friends.
Eric had a wing of the house to himself, so Ant showed him the way and got him squared away for a shower and a few minutes of rest. We weren't going to run through the "show" until the next day, so I started my prep for dinner.
When Eric made his way to the kitchen, Ant and I were into our usual routine. We both had our favorite cocktail... gin and tonic. Ant was sitting across our center prep island from me on a bar stool, playing Sudoku on his iPad. I was busy chopping vegetables for a stir-fry.
Eric walked up behind Ant. I said, "Hey, Eric... take a seat. Ant can get you something to drink." As he sat on the stool next to Anthony, I turned to the sink behind me to retrieve some other veggies that I'd already washed. That's when he saw I was only wearing an apron.
Ant asked Eric what he'd like to drink... no response. I turned around with the additional vegetables to see him staring with ogling eyes. I said, "Eric... are you okay? It seems you might have been surprised by my casual attire."
"Ummm... ummm... sorry. I was surprised... but in a happy way," he replied haltingly.
Ant repeated his question, and Eric chose a Tito's and soda. Ant took the chicken thighs out to the grill, and I topped off my G&T.
"Do you like my apron? It was made at my request," I said, holding my hands at each side to frame it. It was mustard-yellow with three words in red... "Sure" over each boob... "Maybe" over my yoni.
"Well... yes. The front... and the back," he replied with a sigh. "Very fun for Anthony."
"Oh," I shared with a little laugh, "Ant gets 'Sure' and 'Always'... close friends see this one."
"Annie... Annie... Annie... you are so smart and so outrageous," he said back.
"Wait until I'm on-stage with you," I said quietly. That got no response... just eyes wide opened and a brief smile.
The rest of the evening was very low-key and relaxed. Eric has lots of opportunities to watch my ass and the sides of my boobs... he seemed to be happy as we ate and chatted. Since he had just arrived on the west coast, he was ready for bed a short time after dinner. As he prepared to retire to his room, I gave him a warm hug... and felt his hands enjoying the bare skin of my back... and moving down slightly with his right hand to the top of my ass. Mmmm... nice!
The next morning... Eric was up earlier than I'd guessed... of course, he was still on east coast time in his head. He was rubbing his messy hair... dressed in just jogging shorts and a t-shirt... comfortably barefoot. Ant was already off to work. I was sipping coffee and reading the SF Chronicle, standing at the island... naked.
I looked up and asked, "Are you a coffee or tea guy?" He replied simply, "Coffee, please."
I took a mug to our built-in Miele coffee machine and pushed the button for a single serving. It chugged to life, grinding the fresh beans vigorously. As I looked back at Eric... I found him very awake very quickly. His eyes were dancing all over my body. And... I loved every second!
Since I'm a hopeless tease, I moved so he could see my bare yoni clearly... spreading my legs slightly and gently moving my hips from side to side... watching him watching me. Delightful... and arousing.
When his coffee was ready, I walked it around the island to him... and offered my mug as a salute to a new day. We chunked our mugs together and smiled. He said, "To an interesting day." I nodded my agreement.
We shared a simple breakfast... yogurt, homemade granola, honey, and raspberries... and read the Chron with no urgency. We were sitting on the stools next to each other, so he was able to sneak a peek at me without any worries. Once, I looked over at him as he was scanning my boobs, trying to be stealth... so I just smiled and went back to reading.
Without looking up, I said, "They're just boobs, Eric... as my apron said last night, these are available for your enjoyment anytime."
We finished the Chron and enjoyed another coffee. It was already 9:30am, so we chatted about our schedule for the day. I shared the details of the venue I'd prepared... everything just like we would have on the stage for our "show" at the conference. We could work through our presentation as much as we wanted for the next two days.
Eric had invited four of his colleagues who lived in the Bay Area to sit in on our run through to give us some feedback... and they were due at our venue at 11:00am. Fortunately, we only had a 15-minute drive to our practice venue.
With just 45 minutes left until we were due at the practice venue, I said, "Okay, I'm still sticky from my morning workout... so I have to grab a shower. Want to join me?"
His eyes bugged out, and he was clearly tongue-tied. I said, "It's not intercourse... it's just a shower."
He finally replied, "Sure... that would be great." So... I led him into the master wing of the house.
We have a large master shower with four shower heads. I walked through to turn on each of the heads so they would warm up. I hung my towel on a hook at the edge of the showers and hung a fresh towel for Eric on the next hook.
I stepped into the shower to adjust the heat, and let the water engulf me when it was just right. I looked up and said, "The water is perfect, Eric... jump in!"
He quickly shucked his t-shirt and shorts... and gingerly walked into the shower. As he came closer, I grabbed his hand and quickly pulled him into an embrace under the warm flow of the water. I pulled him into a full-body embrace... pushing my boobs into his chest and enjoying his enthusiastic erection firmly against my tummy. Happily, he grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. Mmmm.
After a delightful moment, I said, "Okay, you soap me up and then I'll do you."
I turned around under the stream of water and pointed to the body soap dispenser. Eric didn't need any further encouragement. He grabbed a healthy amount of body soap and massaged it across my entire body. And... he didn't miss anything! He particularly enjoyed my boobs... and my nipples replied to him their appreciation. He cleansed my arms... my shoulders... my chest... my back... my legs... my ass... and then my tummy.
