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
