A Sense of Touch: Discovery

I'm a genius, so they tell me! I'm not boasting, it's a simple fact. I've been declared a genius by others because I have an IQ just under the two hundred mark. Let's get one thing straight, I don't think of myself as a genius, that's the perception coming from other people. I'm nowhere nearly as intelligent as someone like Marilyn Vos Savant whose IQ of 228 was recorded in the Guiness Book Of Records back in the 1990's.

So, I'm a geek, or some of you may somehow expect me to be one. Well... no! It's not a requirement of intelligence that you should be a geek, although in my field of work I've met a few of those. I'm just your normal thirty two year old, average looking guy, almost six feet tall, with a reasonably good physique. I exercise regularly, eat well, and sensibly. I have dark hair, usually cut short, but sometimes it's a little longer because I don't actually care too much about fashion, and sometimes it grows longer before I get it cut. I'm clean shaven, no facial hair, and I don't wear spectacles, my eyes are good, even after hours of looking down a microscope.

I've been described as ruggedly good looking by former girlfriends, but to be honest, in my own estimation, I'm just an average guy. If a woman is attracted to me, that's fine, but if not I don't lose too much sleep over it. I'm no Brad Pitt, that's for sure, but I still get my fair share of pretty ladies.

Finally, for this short self-description, I love sex, but that's a very common thing I share with just about every other guy on the planet. I thought I'd better mention it, just in case you thought this was just some boring autobiography about a smart arsed guy. I'm guessing you'd rather read my story, and learn all my dirty little secrets. Don't you?

More importantly, you want to read about the scientific discovery that changed my life for the better, and made me a very rich, and satisfied man. First of all you should know it was an accident that led to my discovery, and that happens quite frequently in the scientific world.

For instance, penicillin, the first anti-biotics were discovered by a Scotsman, Alexander Fleming in 1928 when he noticed that mould growing in a petri dish while he had been on holiday was inhibiting the growth of bacteria. More recently, Viagra was being developed as a heart medication, but volunteers and patients reported very hard erections after taking the drug. An unintended and very profitable accident. There's lots more like that, but you get the picture.

My specialised field of science centres on molecular biology, but remember, I told you right at the start I was considered a genius, so I have other strings to my bow. I have more than one academic degree in other fields of scientific endeavour having studied subjects that are interlinked with my main interest in molecular biology.

Now that you have a little background, you may understand how I managed to arrive at the results I finally achieved. Unfortunately I can't say too much about the original intent of the project I was working on, because it's government work, all very hush hush, top secret. Working at the levels I work at, I had to sign, 'The Official Secrets Act,' which is a UK government law, a binding contract not to disclose any information to anyone. Breaking the contract is considered a breach of national security, and may lead to instant dismissal, and possibly imprisonment.

On the fateful day, or rather night, when my life changed forever, I was working late in the laboratory, just myself and Marie, my lab assistant. She was an experienced technician, unfortunately what happened couldn't have been foreseen, a sheer accident, but it resulted in Marie coming into contact with the materials we were working with.

To give you a clue, I'll just say, 'nerve agent,' so you'll know the sort of experiments we were conducting. It wasn't designed to be fatal, just to incapacitate for a short time. Almost like a mild tear gas, the idea was to make the victims totally helpless for a couple of hours, and then they would return to normal. For use against civilians, think of a situation like a riot, shop and office windows being broken, property damaged, cars being set on fire, shops looted, all the typical things happening during a riot. Just spray them with the stuff, take all the fight and direction out of them, then scoop up all the ringleaders while the rest look on unable to string two thoughts together.

That's what we were working on, but we, that's myself and my assistant, found by happy, 'accident,' that it had a quite unintended consequences. We were wearing hazmat suits in a pressurised environment, completely safe, when her glove ruptured leaving her exposed for a few seconds, but it was enough. We shut everything down immediately and quickly left the lab through the decontamination room, hoping that nothing had touched her skin.

It was an anxious wait, with Marie on her own in an isolation room, while I looked on and watched through the observation window. Within a few minutes she began to exhibit the first signs that she had been contaminated.

'Turn down the temperature,' she pleaded. 'I'm burning up in here,' and she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing a white lacy bra. I was surprised, because Marie was a very modest young woman. Not that she had anything to be modest about. She had long dark hair, currently pulled back in a pony tail for convenience sake at work, a lovely heart shaped face, with beautiful dark eyes, a small straight nose and a gorgeous full lipped mouth. About five foot six or seven inches tall with an amazing figure which we rarely saw, thanks to the shapeless lab coats she habitually wore. Well... actually... we all wore them, it was standard dress in the lab, but now she was peeling off the outer layer of her clothing revealing a figure to die for.

As I said, a very modest, almost a shy woman, but here she was stripping off in front of me without hesitation. She folded her blouse and laid it on a chair, and her hands cupped her breasts through the skimpy lace material of the blouse and began to fondle herself, none to gently, squeezing and massaging her tits.

'Oh dear... oh god... what am I doing?' and then as if answering herself she mumbled, 'can't help it... it's... too hot,' and she pulled the cups up and off releasing her breasts, not even bothering to open the back straps. She had fabulous tits, a C cup at the very least, maybe a small D, and beautifully shaped. Her areolae were about an inch and a half across, small, but enough for my taste, especially with those big chunky nipples which were so obviously hard and erect vying for my attention.

'Turn off the CCTV cameras,' she pleaded, 'turn them off please.... oh fuck... I feel so fucking horny,' she gasped, and she went back to pulling on her exposed and naked nipples, pulling and squeezing. Within a few seconds, one hand snaked up under her skirt, and I could see she was struggling to get her hand inside her panties, but the tights she was wearing were obviously getting in the way.

Not for long, she left her tits unattended for a moment, pulling her skirt waist high and skinned the tights and panties down all in one very economic movement. Down and off, and hastily sitting back down on one of the chairs spread her legs to reveal a beautiful, lippy pussy. Trimmed very close, but not shaven. Her pussy hair, short as it was hid nothing, and within seconds she had two finger jammed up inside what looked like a very wet, and dripping pussy, finger fucking herself as fast as she could.

I was watching her closely while all this developed, expecting and dreading some possible dire, tragic result from her contamination, but not

this

. I watched in astonishment, as she spread herself wantonly and finger fucked herself to a shattering orgasm.

I have to admit, that as soon as she started to unbutton her blouse, I started to get hard, and now my cock was achingly stiff, just watching her masturbating. Well, can you blame me? However, there was nothing I could do about it. I knew the entire laboratory complex was covered by CCTV in case of mishaps, such as containment breaches of toxic chemicals, or gases.

I watched Marie, sitting there, her chest heaving trying to get her breathing under control. Her breathing was all shot to hell due to the excitement and huge orgasm she'd just experienced. I drank in the sight of her figure, her gorgeous tits, her long slim legs and thighs, parted obscenely, displaying a pussy that was gaping from her fingering of it, and the inside of her thighs soaked with her own essence. Gradually her breathing returned to normal and she opened her eyes, and looked at me plaintively.

'Please,' she almost whispered, her voice sounding a little strange coming through the speaker system. 'Please... please switch off the cameras. Please... nobody else can be allowed to see this... I'm so embarrassed... ashamed... please.'

'Listen Marie,' I said, 'I can't switch off the cameras, but I can delete the files once this is over. Let's wait and see, just to make sure there are no other side effects before I declare the emergency has passed. I have to do that, it's lab protocol, but I'm here with you, keeping a close watch to make sure you're okay. So, please stick with it, maybe you should get dressed again,' I suggested.

Fuck! The last thing I wanted her to do was get dressed, she looked stunning and as sexy as hell, but in the name of common decency, and my concern for Marie, I thought it was something that needed to be said. My genuine concern for her welfare overrode the hardness of my dick.

'Do you promise to delete the files,' she asked, and I confirmed that I would. 'I'm so sorry,' she said. 'I was careless, this is all my own fault. Will I lose my job?' I assured her that there was no way she would lose her job, it was just an accident. Anybody can have an accident, I added, and then I asked her how she felt now.

'Still feeling hot, my legs are trembling,' she reported trying her best to analyse her symptoms. 'There's a feeling of excitement, sexual excitement. My skin feels ultra-sensitive to touch,' and she ran her right hand unthinkingly over her right breast as if to illustrate. She whimpered, and closed her eyes for a moment as she fondled her breast, squeezing the hard nipple again.

'Oh shit... I shouldn't have... done that,' she gulped, 'shouldn't have...,' she moaned and her other hand joined in, playing with and squeezing her left breast too. 'Oh please... I'm sorry,' she moaned, one hand sliding lower, caressing down over her body until it came to rest between her outspread legs and found what it was searching for. The beautiful wet, slippery hole nestled at her core, where her fingers slipped within, reappearing seconds later, glittering with her wetness and anointing her clitoris with more of her juices.

Her hips thrust her pussy hard forward against her fingers in that familiar instinctive fucking motion as the powerful feelings took over again, driving Marie helplessly towards the next orgasm that her horny body demanded.

'Please,' she wailed. 'Help me... help me... I need you... just hold me... please.... I need... you... oh god... I need... your... your... cock.' Any other time, and I'd be more than delighted to give her what she wanted, but not like this. In any case it would be utter folly to breach the containment room until such times as we knew there were no other side effects to contend with. I had to be content to lust after Marie's gorgeous tits and pussy from the observation window.

'Come in here.... please...

come to me

...

fuck me... you... you... fucker

,' she screamed as another orgasm took her and shook her. It seemed to go on for twice as long as the last one, on and on until eventually I could see that it was dissipating, fading away at last. She sat slumped in her chair, gasping to regain her breath.

'Oh god,' she murmured a few minutes later, 'I've never... come... like that before... never.' After a while, she seemed to have recovered, and started gathering up her clothes, getting dressed as she went along.

'All those things I said, please forget them... will you... please, just try to forget them,' she pleaded, looking highly embarrassed. 'It was the chemical compound talking. I'm not... you know... I'm just not that kind of woman. I was crazed... out of my mind when I said it, and did what I did. Can we delete the video files now... please?'

I agreed straight away, because it wasn't something I wanted people to know. The result was as far away from what we wanted as it was possible to be. Plus, I considered Marie a friend, she'd always been nice to me. and we got on really well together. There was no way I was going to retain the video of her sexual, 'indiscretions,' especially when it had been brought on by something we were working on in collaboration.

When she was finally dressed without further incident, I took the decision that she could leave the containment room, we both went into the master computer room, and located the offending video file. I let her delete it herself to help put her mind at rest. While I was at it, I downloaded the formula we had been working on to a memory stick, and deleted it from the mainframe computer. I had an idea in mind, but I would have to work on this one privately at home.

Over the next couple of months, I worked on the formula at home, refining it. I had set up a mini laboratory in my house a couple of years previously, and used it from time to time to work on things I had thought of, things unconnected with my day job. Now it would be put to good use, experimenting with what I now thought of as the, 'accidental formula,' testing it in various ways.

When Marie was, 'in heat,' due to her contamination, she would have let any man who walked into the room fuck her. I had no doubt of that, she was too far gone sexually to prevent any man taking her, and using her, so my experiments were designed to make that sexual attraction exclusive. In other word, exclusive to me!

I had the idea to bind my own DNA into the formula, and hoped that any woman who came in contact with it would fixate on me, and me alone. I had done some experiments with white laboratory mice first, and the results proved that I was on the right lines. Just like the original compound, the effects wore off after a couple of hours which was great, because I didn't want any possible conquests to fixate on me for life.

The hardest part was immunising myself against its effectiveness. I knew I would need to retain control of myself to enjoy the benefits, otherwise I may end up like Marie and become uncontrollably horny. I visualised some extreme scenarios as a result, and I feared maybe even to the extent of raping an innocent woman or women when or if I lost control, rape is always despicable. Plus, I didn't want to end up in jail for years. This was supposed to be fun, not criminal, with the women just getting a mild chemical nudge into bed.

I finally refined that, but couldn't eliminate it completely, ending up with me still getting a mild sexual boost, but only in the erection and sexual stamina department, which let's face it was not a bad thing. I could stay hard even after coming a couple of times, long enough to give any woman I was making love to one hell of a good time. The main thing was that I was able to stay in control of myself and not just be a sexual nuisance or pest. Once I had that, I was good to go, and go I most certainly did.

It was also essential that I retain control of myself for another reason, and that was concerned with my chosen method of delivering the compound to my intended lover. I had deliberated for a while over the preferred method of passing the compound on. I had thought maybe an aerosol spray, but that was too risky. It could be knocked of course by atmospheric conditions, wind, etc. I needed a more precise way of targeting the women, and there was only one way that was foolproof, and that meant me passing it on personally.

I'd have to get up close and apply it to them directly. A minute amount on the tip of my finger, an accidental touch in passing, which meant of course that I was exposed to its effects as well. All that was required was that it be applied to bare skin, and it would sweep through her body in seconds leaving her hot, and very horny. She'd then be receptive to any approach by me, but of course, apart from Marie, I hadn't tried it on anybody else yet. I couldn't possibly know if it would work, but I already knew that it worked on

me

, despite my partial immunity to the full effects of it.

I had no intention of trying this with anyone I knew. I thought perhaps a random stranger would be best, and so I walked down into the city centre looking for someone to try it with.

I found her, sitting in a coffee shop in a side street just off the city centre. She was lovely, long dark, wavy hair, beautifully dressed, and a gorgeous face which made my heart beat a little faster. She looked as if she had a great figure, but since she was sitting down, and still wearing her coat it was hard to tell. She was wearing a knee length black skirt, and with her legs crossed I could see she had great legs. She looked late twenties or very early thirties age wise, just perfect and exactly what I was looking for. A woman with some experience sexually, a woman who would know what she wanted.

I sat at the next table, watching her. Not an open gaze, just keeping her in my peripheral vision as I sipped my coffee, keeping an eye on her to see what she was doing, hoping for an opening of some sort. After she looked at her watch a few more times, and with her continually looking towards the door, I knew she was waiting for someone who hadn't turned up.

Finally, she looked at her watch again, I heard her make a long sighing sound, and begin to gather her things, pushing away the coffee cup in front of her. She was getting ready to leave, so I turned to her.

'Have you been, stood up?' I asked, smiling at her, and she looked at me with a little sad smile on her face, just nodding and shrugging her shoulders to confirm my suspicions were right. "Whoever he is, he's a fool to leave a woman like you waiting,' she smiled again, and as she got up to leave, passing my table even closer, I reached out and touched her wrist in a gesture of commiseration. With that lightest of light touches the formula was now deployed, I'd have to wait to see if it worked as I expected it to. 'You'll find someone better, and I have a feeling it will be very soon,' I predicted, but also delaying her for a few more seconds as she left to give the formula some time to take effect. She looked down at me, and I could see her eyes were filling up although she wasn't openly crying.

I stood up and followed her out onto the street, I wasn't about to let this beauty get away from me. We stood side by side on the pavement outside the shop, looking at each other while the world seemed to pass us by, and I swear something unspoken passed between us. She just looked at me for a few moments. I said nothing but returned her gaze, just as intensely as hers while she looked into my eyes, and then she nodded her head as if she'd made up her mind about something

'Take me somewhere,' she said huskily. She had a beautiful voice too, 'anywhere, but somewhere private,' she added, and that was that. So, I took her hand in mine, feeling her squeeze my hand really tightly, and led her back to my place.

I unlocked and opened my front door, then ushered her inside and turned to lock the door behind us before turning back to her, intending to lead her into the living room, but I didn't get the chance. She flung herself into my arms, and kissed me, hungrily, feverishly, already gasping for breath.