I was greeted by early afternoon stares from an audience whose midday coffee hadn't quite kicked in yet. I was used to it, though. Most employees won't come to an Anti-Money Laundering seminar unless forced by their employer. At least we provided refreshments!
As the organizer was introducing me, I took this time to take a good look around the room. My eyes soon settled on her. She was arresting.
Her green eyes were hidden behind black-framed glasses. Her skin had a beautiful glow to it. Judging from her kinky curls, I guessed she might be mixed race.
"Without further ado, I present Mr. Walker."
The light applause to my introduction snapped me out of my transfixion.
As I rose and strolled to the podium, I tried to clear my head. Focus on the presentation, I told myself.
A few slides in, I still had the audience's attention and was becoming more relaxed with each moment. Then she fucked it all up.
My breath tightened a bit. I had to blink a few times. I was not sure I was seeing what I was seeing. Yet, when my eyes fluttered open again, she was still there. Her green eyes latched onto mine. Her legs were spread under the table. She was giving me a lovely glimpse of her blue panties before closing her legs again.
She flashed me a naughty smile. Silently saying, "I know you want me." Truer words were never said. I stumbled over my sentence and had to look away to regain my thoughts.
The next 45 minutes went by swimmingly, and then she damn near gave me a heart attack.
She had hiked her skirt up and slid those blue panties to the side. I took in her beautiful light brown pussy. Her lips were so inviting. As I broke away, I caught that sly smile of hers. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.
Somehow, I managed to get through the rest of the presentation without a raging hardon.
She approached me as I was packing my bag.
"I have wine and a king-size bed," were her first words to me. Half an hour later, we were back at her place.
