A Sense Of Touch Shared

A Sense Of Touch: Shared

I was in my office one day, just going through the incoming e-mails as I did every morning when I arrived at work. Even though I'm a scientist, I don't spend every single moment of every day in the lab. It's not all white lab coats and peering into microscopes, which is what the general population seem to think we do.

One particular e-mail caught my attention, a reminder that I was due to give a keynote speech at a scientific convention in London the following weekend. I'd half forgotten about it and pushed it to the back of my mind, but here it was, drawing nearer on the horizon. I already knew what I was going to speak about, I just had to collate all my material and try to make it entertaining. Too many speeches at these conventions were as dry as old dust.

I had a quick look through the rest of the programme for the weekend. The convention was scheduled to run from 10am Friday to Sunday at 5pm. There would be lots of chances to mingle with my fellow scientists, and CEO'S of famous scientific Institutes. What's known as the, 'movers and shakers,' of the scientific world. The people who hire and fire, and more importantly

fund

scientific research, the money people without whom the scientific world would struggle.

I was excited to see that one of the other keynote speakers was Emily-Jane Dickinson. Yes, that's right, Emily Dickinson, not the American poet long departed this world since 1886 of course, but a bona fide scientific genius, on a level with myself.

The first time I met her a few years before, she explained that her mother loved the poetry of Emily Dickinson, so with a surname like Dickinson it was inevitable that she would be called Emily, or rather, Emily-Jane.

'Just call me Emily,' she suggested when we met at the evening reception after that first convention, where we'd had a long and very interesting conversation. She was a tall, slim, brunette about five foot seven inches tall, taller if wearing, 'heels,' and very attractive, well beautiful really, especially when she smiled, but she didn't smile often enough. Although she was actually a few years older than me, she was unmarried, unless that had changed since the last time we met a couple of years before.

I didn't actually keep up with what she was doing all that much, even though we were both aware of each other's work, being interested in similar fields. I sometimes found her quite irritating, and often, arrogant. Not always a very nice person, but despite that I found her very attractive from a sexual point of view. So, why was I excited that she was going to be there, as I already mentioned?

It was our intellectual rivalry! She was always trying to get one over on me, taunting me, good naturedly it has to be said, that she was better and cleverer than me, and she may well have been right. When you're intelligent the first thing you should learn is humility and face the fact that you don't know everything, but always strive to improve. Unlike the idiots who think they know everything, but know virtually nothing. Emily was fiercely intelligent, but lacking in the humility department, and was always going on about men and their testosterone.

'You'd get far more done if you used that genius brain of yours to further your work instead of thinking with your balls all the time,' she chided me at one point. I laughed it off, but thought I'd show her a thing or two one of these days, so it's always nice to meet up with her and get a chance to cross intellectual swords with her. Truth be told, I really wanted to fuck her, even though she was a bit older than me, I'm talking mid to late thirties, but had never gotten the chance or opportunity. So, this convention gave me another chance to try and seduce her, and I was looking forward to it.

I arranged to meet her in the coffee shop of the hotel we would both be staying at. It was one of those hotel complexes with an exhibition centre attached, plus a small shopping mall too.

After registration in the morning, I ran into her in the foyer of the hotel, quite by accident, and we embraced like old friends, which in a way we were. Unfortunately, Emily had always struck me as a bit of a cold fish. Very serious most of the time, never giving very much away about herself. She'd been described as, 'stand-offish,' always watching, but rarely participating. Funnily enough, I seemed to be one of the people she had time for, and I suppose I was as close as a friend to her as she ever allowed anyone to get.

I think she liked my accent, but then quite a few Americans do, and she liked to hear me, 'butcher,' English as she described it. I protested of course, maybe some Scottish accents can be described as butchering English, but not mine. It was pretty clear, but if she ever heard some of my family and friends speaking together, then she'd find that totally incomprehensible.

When it's required, speaking with the aforementioned friends and family, I can revert to my stronger Scots language as well. However, I speak standard English with my scientific colleagues, moderating my accent to be understood when with people who aren't Scots, and of course I speak English with a Scots accent, no harm in that.

Anyway, she liked my accent, but liked to tease me about it. I gave as good as I got, telling her that American English, both the speaking and spelling of it was hardly worthy of the name, and so on and so forth. Good natured banter.

Anyway, we sat through the first lecture together. A worthy effort on behalf of the speaker, which led to a further discussion between us, and then we decided to go to the coffee shop, and maybe get something to eat since it was lunchtime.

We had a nice lunch and then we, just sat and talked. This was more personal now, basically, what have you been up to since we last met type of thing. I had to stick to my own private life events anyway, rather than discuss my work due to the nature of my employment. Remember when I related the first story in this series, I explained that I had signed the UK's, 'Official Secrets Act,' because I worked for the government, so I had to be very secretive about what I did.

Some people thought it gave me a bit of a James Bond type mystique, which I laughed off, and did a crap James Bond/Sean Connery impersonation to deflect their curiosity. Being Scottish like Sean, that was no problem, although everybody told me it was crap.

We sat and talked for a while, but then I asked her if she had a partner yet, and she was not happy about that.

'Why do you think I need a partner?' she asked, a bit, 'prickly,' about the question.

'I don't think you

need

a partner Emily,' I said defensively. 'I only asked if you had one, out of interest. To my mind it seems a hell of a waste that a woman as beautiful and as attractive as you remains alone.'

'Look,' she spat back, ignoring my compliment, 'get this in your head. I don't need a man to make me feel like I'm worthwhile, or to validate my life. I like being alone, I don't want a man.'

'How about another woman then?' I said, teasing her.

'Fuck you,' she replied, 'are you trying to wind me up... trying to annoy me?'

'No, you know I like you Emily, I was just hoping that you were reserving yourself for me,' I jokingly replied. She leaned across the table her eyes boring into mine.

'Speaking with your balls again. Would you like to seduce me, add another notch to your bedpost?' she hissed. 'Never going to happen, you don't know what you're dealing with here. You could try for a hundred years and never succeed,' she finished.

'Aww, Emily,' I groaned, 'what a ball breaker you are. As a matter of interest, what am I dealing with here? Anybody would think you were still a virgin.' She didn't reply, but her face turned bright red. I immediately apologised, and told her I was sorry. I had no right saying that, even if it was only joke, but the damage was done, and somehow I just knew that she

was

still a virgin.

She pushed her chair back, stood up, grabbed her handbag, and walked off in a huff. I ran out of the coffee shop behind her, touched her arm and she looked at me furiously. There were tears in her eyes.

'Please forgive me Emily, I'm so sorry,' I offered. 'You're right, sometimes I think with my balls, but it's so easy for me to think with my balls when I'm with you. You're just so beautiful.' She stopped dead, and turned to look at me, a look somewhere between surprise and disgust on her face.

'What? You want to... do... that with me... that's dis... disgusting,..' she managed to spit out through clenched teeth. I just stood there and let her rant at me for a few more minutes as passers-by in the foyer gave us both strange looks.

'Okay, enough,' I conceded, 'you've made your feelings clear,' and indeed she had, very clear and then she stormed off. I let her go, hoping we'd still be okay, still be friends when she calmed down. I stood there for a moment watching her tall, slim figure, and great legs disappear down the corridor. Me and my big mouth!

I attended another symposium that afternoon, but didn't see Emily at all, so she was either still mad at me and avoiding me, or it didn't interest her. I preferred to believe it didn't interest her, although it may well have been a combination of the two.

Later in the evening there was a reception for the speakers and those presenting papers, so I got dressed in something a bit more formal than my usual jeans and T-shirt. I still wore my jeans, but with a more formal suit jacket. A nice shirt, but no tie, I hate ties, and never wear one unless it's absolutely necessary, and unavoidable.

I was schmoozing the crowd, picking out familiar faces, chatting to a few acquaintances, and as I turned away from one particularly uninteresting group I caught sight of Emily, standing on her own with a glass in her hand, so I made straight for her.

'Emily, I'm truly sorry for what I said this afternoon,' I began. 'Please say you'll forgive me; you're the only friend I have here.' She looked at me, and smirked.

'You may have to grovel a bit more, I like to see you squirm, I find it most enjoyable, but okay, I forgive you,' she announced grudgingly, then gave me a little smile. That was enough, my cock hardened.

'I wanted to say, I'm sorry too,' she said, surprising me. 'Maybe I'm a little too, 'touchy,' on the subject of my personal life, or lack thereof. You just kind of rubbed me up the wrong way, and I reacted, but that won't happen again.'

'Mmm,' I replied, desperately trying to flirt with her and keep it light hearted. 'Rub you up the wrong way? If there's a right way to rub you up I'd like to volunteer.' She rolled her eyes upwards to let me know what she thought of my efforts. Not much was my conclusion, but she looked around the room with a look of mild disdain in her eyes, then turned to me once more.

'Let's get out of here,' she suggested. 'There's a nice old fashioned bar just down the street, we can walk there in less than five minutes, and chat without all this pretentious hubbub,' she said and laid down her glass on the nearest table. I did the same, and we both slipped out of the reception and headed for the bar she mentioned.

We ordered a couple of drinks, my treat, and we found a quiet booth and sat down facing each other. We clinked glasses, and toasted each other, then we relaxed a little bit more. I looked at her, and she looked at me looking at her.

'Do you really like what you see?' she asked me, and I nodded my head.

'Of course I do,' I replied. 'I like you Emily, even if you are a bit prickly and decidedly hard work. You're a fine looking woman you know, really lovely even though you are getting on a bit now,' I teased referring to our age difference. She laughed.

'Fuck you too,' she said, and then, 'I know you want me... sexually I mean... but believe me, and I've said this to you before, that's never going to happen.' She looked down at the table, and played with her glass, shuffling it back and forth on the polished surface as if deliberating on saying something. I waited for her to speak, it was obvious to me that she had something to say, so I said nothing, just giving her time to decide.

'You were right,' and when I raised my eyebrows in query she went on. 'I'm still a virgin, nearly forty years old and still a virgin.' She looked at me sharply, 'If you laugh, I swear I will kill you and make your stinking body disappear without trace.' I shook my head, and reaching across the table I took one of her hands in mine, trying to empathise. She looked at me, a sad look in her eyes. 'Doesn't that make you ask yourself what's wrong with me?' she said quietly. 'The virgin part, not the burying you in an unmarked grave part,' she added as an afterthought.

'I am a little surprised Emily, but it's your life, your body, and whatever you want to do with it is fine by me, it's your choice,' I finished.

'Oh, believe me, I've tried, when I was a teenager I had a couple of boyfriends, but it never worked out, and I decided to immerse myself in my work and forget that aspect of my life, so here I am in my thirties, and still Virgo intacta, a bona fide virgin.'

'Don't you miss not having a sex life... a love life?' I asked her.

'No,' she replied honestly, and then more philosophically, 'you don't miss what you've never had.'

'But why Emily, why?' I asked her trying to understand, and again she reverted to silence, obviously struggling with her inner thoughts.

'I've asked myself the same question, a hundred times you know,' she said quietly, and a little sadly, 'I even went to therapy for a while,' she admitted and went silent again.

'It seems I'm, "asexual," in other words I have no sexual feelings towards anybody else, male or female. I don't find them attractive in that way. Oh, I have people I like... you for instance, but not a flicker of sexual attraction. Given that, it all seemed like too much bother to even try anymore,' she concluded.

I noticed that her eyes had filled up, she was on the verge of tears, not all like the Emily I thought I knew. I deliberated with myself for a moment or two and impulsively reached into my inside pocket. I took out the little unbreakable vial and placed it on the table.

'What's that?' she said looking curious, so I told her the story of my discovery, but first I swore her to absolute secrecy. I told her how I was working on developing a very light, almost harmless nerve agent, and had discovered this compound by accident after my lab assistant was accidentally contaminated. Luckily for my lab assistant the agent just made her insatiably horny. I explained that the official research had been abandoned, but I had worked on it on my own, refined it, tested it, and this little vial was the result.

She looked at it as if fascinated. She asked me a mountain of questions regarding trials, safety etc, and I answered her as best I could considering the limited amount of, 'trials,' I'd conducted.

'Do you think it may help me in some way?' she asked. 'is that why you're telling me about this, are you offering to try it on me?'

'I'm offering you nothing, I'm not trying to use you Emily. I'm just thinking it's rather fortuitous that you've told me, well... you've confided in me about this, just when I've discovered something that may help you. I'm willing to let you try it if you feel it may help, that's all, but I accept no responsibility for whatever happens after that.' She continued to look at it as if hypnotised, unconsciously nodding her head, and I knew she had already made her mind up and was going to give it a try. She confirmed my suspicions a moment later.

'I think I'd like to give it a try, as long as you can convince me that it's not dangerous,' she said, so it was a conditional acceptance, with her understandably cautious, but interested.

'Let's go back to the hotel,' she suggested. 'If we're going to test this stuff on me, we can't do something like this in a bar, can we?' So, back to the hotel we went, not in any particular hurry. In her room, she turned to me.

'Okay, what happens next?' she asked, and I explained that all I had to do was dab a little of the formula on her skin, and whatever happens after that was up to her.

'You say it make women insatiably horny? I don't know what that means... honestly,' she told me. 'What do we do if that happens to me, and I'm desperate for sex, what happens then?' she persisted.

'Well, I'll be here of course, but if you don't fancy me, there are plenty of other men throughout the hotel complex who will be willing to help you out. You're a beautiful woman Emily, and you have a fine figure, great legs too. Believe me, men would be queueing up to make love to you.' She looked at me and smiled.

'I don't think a queue will be necessary,' she said. 'I'll trust you and at least I know you, we're friends after all... until I know better anyway,' she teased. She was silent for a moment, and then she said, 'Go on then, give it to me, please, but promise me you'll use a condom if it works. I don't want any unplanned kids,' and she held out her arm. I quickly opened the vial, dabbed it on my finger and transferred it to the inside of her wrist, rubbing it into her skin.

I knew it was quick acting, so I just there on the edge of the bed holding her hand for support, and watching her closely.

'Oh, this is weird,' she gasped, the first indication that something was happening, and she started fanning herself with the hand I wasn't holding. 'I'm feeling really warm, and something's happening... down below,' and the hand she was using for fanning herself, stroked across her boob instead. She closed her eyes, and shuddered, seemingly enjoying the sensation, experimentally stroking her tits. She stopped for a moment as if testing herself, but resumed almost immediately, but now squeezing where I presumed her nipple was. A quiet little moan escaped her pretty mouth, it was working now, I had no doubt.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, and despite all her usual arrogance and bravado I could see she was frightened. Her eyes, her whole lovely face looked distressed. This was the, 'unknown,' to her, something she'd never experienced before, and although she was succumbing to the pleasures of her own body, she was frightened.

'Hold me,' she whispered.

I reached for her as I sat there on the edge of the bed with her, pulling her closer into my arms and she melted willingly into my embrace. I held her in my arms, feeling her trembling and shuddering grow stronger, her breathing fast, shallow and excited. I tilted her chin up and kissed her mouth, and at first it was lips only, but I slipped my tongue between her lips and she began to kiss me back. She was making little whimpering sounds in her throat, so she was obviously enjoying my kisses.

I was running my hands over her back and shoulders, caressing her body, and then I moved onto her tits, and she responded instinctively by pushing her tits harder against my hand.

'Oh shit,' she gasped. 'I've never felt anything like this before. My boobs feel... extraordinary... so good,' she whispered. In reply, I slid my hand higher up her back, and pulled down the zip of the, 'little black dress,' she'd been wearing to the reception. I slid it off her shoulders and it fell away revealing a skimpy bra, a lacy confection of lingerie holding and supporting her lovely tits. A mild protest at her undressing, she sounded confused, and then she gave in to the power of the agent coursing through her veins.

I could already see her nipples through the almost transparent material, and it just took me a few second to unhook her bra one handed. The elasticated material, went slack, and as I slipped the straps off her shoulders the cups fell away and her beautiful tits were exposed, naked to my delighted gaze. She was a 32 or 34 B or small C cup. Milky white skin with a hint of the pale blue veins beneath her skin, darker small areolae with prominent and very hard nipples, just made for sucking, so I sucked them and I fondled and massaged them too.