Chapter 18 - a rival is undone
I expect you have sat through some pretty tedious presentations and, typical man (assuming you are male of course) if the presenter happens to be female and attractive you will have let your mind wander to what is hidden beneath her clothing and how much more interesting it would be if she was naked. It must be very off putting to the girl if she suddenly thinks, as she looks out over the sea of faces, that all the men are imagining her naked and how much more happy they would be if, instead of demonstrating a product or a new way of doing things, she said she was going to demonstrate sexual intercourse with her young colleague. That would certainly get attention! No longer the tedious presentation to watch and listen to. So pleasant to watch the removal of clothes, Something worth taking notes about!
You can imagine the talk, "The manipulation of breasts is so important to a woman. See how young Roger here does it, lifting mine in his hands and then alternately bouncing them up and down - and look at the effect that is having on his cock. It was all flaccid a moment ago because he was feeling shy – yes, everyone go aah! - but look at him now. What a stand! Go on Roger - present yourself! Walk about a bit, show everyone your shiny knob, yes really push it out in front of you, and then come back and we will demonstrate nipple play for men and women..." And so on.
The awful thing was I was actually going to have to do a presentation. I have got better with practice but this was early days and really did not like standing up and talking in front of an audience - then anyway. I was nervous and, worse still, was conscious of the contrast I was going to make with a rival speaker from another firm. She was one of those modern women, you know, all concerned about 'their rights' and how women are so badly treated yet as happy as anything to flaunt and use her sexuality to her advantage.
And had she been provided with the advantages? Oh yes: long blond hair, good height, certainly a chest to impress and all the slim long leg you could want. And she dressed to impress. Can you imagine the dress? Red with buttons all the way down, not a shirt dress as such as there was no collar; the bodice was cut quite low so the full swell of her breasts were visible; it had much more shape than a shirt dress but the buttons were in a very similar fashion right down the front. Bright red matching high heeled shoes – you know, patent leather. Stunning and sexual - all eyes on her, men with delight: women with envy. And as for me - not a glance at me!
I was not sitting up on the podium with her but down in the front row as she talked and moved the slides of the presentation. A nice view of her from below and, I had to admit, her talk was going well - indeed had started so well and just carried on. She had the audience in the palm of her hand. It was going to be a hard act to follow – a very hard act. I was not happy.
But TMP has ways of ensuring fairness is achieved. He believes passionately in fairness, in the rights for all men and women to be treated equally. He was, just so rightly, concerned that the balance between speakers would be achieved at the conference.
Using his special power he could simply have removed her dress, bra and panties and left her suddenly exposed to the not inconsiderable audience. A great pleasure to see her run from the stage with those delightful boobs bouncing but it would all be too dramatic, too unexplained. And hardly fair on her,
No, TMP was more subtle.
It took Ms. Crawshaw some time to notice her bra was missing and her delightful breasts were almost spilling out of her dress due to just a few buttons having come undone. Buttons do that - well, sort of! The audience, though, had not missed that. Oh no! The women appalled at the brazen attempt to appeal to the men: the men fascinated by what they saw - that every movement revealed more, and there seemed the chance that one or other boob might actually bounce out into full view. The audience missed none of this, not one bit, but entirely missed what she was saying.
Realisation caused a bit of a fluster up on stage. With one hand doing up buttons, a movement closely watched, she endeavoured to get herself back on track. It was not long before those same buttons had slipped out of their holes again and even a couple near the hem had strangely come undone revealing yet more of long legs.
Buttons coming undone and realisation she had forgotten her bra. All this was upsetting Ms. Crawshaw's poise and delivery. In contrast I was becoming much more confident. Fairness was being restored.
Buttons redone. Lovely to see her speaking, though, whilst doing up buttons. I recall at an effective speaking course the presenter warning against subconscious habits when speaking, like fiddling with your tie or appearing to be playing 'pocket billiards.' He said he had once seen a woman talking who started undoing the buttons on her blouse one by one and then done them up again. Apparently she was completely unconscious of this - but the audience was not and was completely mesmerised by the action. Not surprisingly really. Well Ms. Crawshaw was not undoing buttons but she was certainly doing them up - again and again!
What else should I do to upset her? Take her panties off and add it to her bra in my pocket? Really slip one of her boobs out. She would tuck that back quick time!
Seeing her doing up her buttons, and me actually undoing them was having the predictable effect on me. I glanced either side. I was not the only man who was somewhat 'tenting' in his trousers. A natural reaction but, whilst an understandable one, I hardly wanted to step up onto the podium when my turn came like that. It was unlikely the audience would miss that. And of course one way to make an erection go down was to perform a 'sex act.' Moreover it occurred to me that another way to disconcert Ms. Crawshaw would be if she suddenly found she could feel some kind of warm sticky fluid between her legs.
All of a sudden Ms. Crawshaw went quiet, indeed the whole room went silent and I stood.
"Jayne, may I ask a question. When did you last have sexual intercourse and did you come at the time?"
It was actually two questions. Always irritating for the speaker as you tend to answer the second first and forget what the first question was. To be fair, my questions were short and related: not rambling and unrelated. But she did not answer.
I paused, turned, and addressed the sea of faces. "Jayne, it seems, is not happy to answer my question, a question, I am sure, many, if not most of you, have wished to ask. An important question to which I do not know the answer but I do know when she will next have sexual intercourse and with whom. I also know she will not come. I am sure many of you have enjoyed her presentation and many would like to enjoy her. I propose to do the latter now."
It was a little unnerving undoing my fly and pulling out my erection as I concluded my speech. I had been worried about ascending the podium with my erection showing in my trousers but I was now exposing myself to the whole audience 'in the flesh.' Flashing big time!
I looked out over the audience. Everyone seemed spellbound - perhaps not simply at my words but at the size of my erection. As I ascended I spoke, "If you would not mind waiting whilst I inseminate Ms. Crawshaw. I am sure suitably enervated and having experienced penetration by my cock, which you can see here, she will continue with her presentation. If you could just talk amongst yourselves whilst we fuck. Please feel free to watch. Shall we see a little more of Ms. Crawshaw?"
Once more I undid a few buttons but this time reached up inside her dress and pulled down her panties opening the way for intercourse. I am a practical man. It was unlikely Jayne was at all prepared for intercourse and lubrication would be needed. But of course there was something suitable in her handbag, Vaseline lip salve - an excellent choice.
Of course I did not want to get Vaseline on my clothes. It was obvious my trousers would need to come off and actually it was as easy to take everything off. Importantly I took my socks off. I really did not want to look a plonker wandering around naked on stage in front of 100 people with just my short black socks on! Mind you even with my confidence at my TS abilities actually standing naked and erect in front of the hundred people audience was a little unnerving - as you can imagine!
Easy to apply the Vaseline to my erection as the audience 'watched' making it all slippery. Crikey, I was wanking in public on a stage in front of a large audience!
