It all started with an invitation to lecture at the national conference offered annually for earth science teachers. This year it was on the topic of hominoid biogeography and was being hosted by the University of California in Berkeley. As a professor emeritus my enthusiasm was minimal at best as I felt that this would be just another typical boring meeting. I weighed the pros and cons and I hoped there would be some interesting extracurricular activities, e.g. scientific displays or demonstrations. I did notice that a major part of the agenda listed activities aboard a small cruise ship ported in San Francisco Bay and since the conference organizers offered to pay all my expenses, including travel, I agreed to go.
Thus without further self debate I packed and took the next flight out to the west coast. A taxi whisked me to the port and in what seemed only a few moments I was entering the opening ceremonies in the main banquet room. It was during the welcome dinner I sat across from a lovely lady slightly younger than myself. She had an innocent but seductive expression and lovely green eyes, long soft brown hair, beautifully rounded hips, and stunning breasts. This composite caused a total fixation of my concentration on this first evening and the physical urges were fortunately concealed under the table. Emera was not only gorgeous; she was intelligent, witty and displayed a soft and gentle manner. She explained that her land grant university had awarded her a graduate teaching grant that provided moneys to attend this conference.
We hit it off immediately, perhaps in part because my graduate work was at an adjoining state university but most likely due to the sexual chemistry that needed no explanation. It even seemed after careful chat that we both enjoyed a break from our regular occupations by writing erotic stories and poems. When fully disclosed we both chuckled and of course realized this fact would not be shared with any colleagues. In reflecting back it was during that first day Emera seemed to gaze my direction just slightly longer than normal. By the end of the second day we had developed a warm comfortable association. We had several conversations ranging from specific scientific matters connected with the conference to personal topics. It was interesting that no matter what the topic we both seemed to fully enjoy the interchange. However, it was obvious that as the topics turned more and more to sexual matters the pleasure for both was greatly increased.
At the deck pool that second evening I saw her in a skimpy, tight bathing suit, which hardened more than just my resolve. Those magnificent breasts and the gentle curve of the pubic area just above the pussy were really distracting and my attention wandered far from the intended purpose of this conference. How can one concentrate on such matters as continental drift or hominid evolution when the mind is occupied by what that lovely pussy would look and feel like.
On the third morning as Emera left the lecture room and moved past me she deliberately rubbed her breasts across my arm and with a smile she glanced up raising her eyebrows slightly. It was on this third day that she just about ruined my professional reputation while I was delivering my prepared talk on the topic; ‘Science and the Kansas Board of Education’. To this day I can’t understand why she had to take a seat in the front row directly in front of the lecture podium. Emera was wearing a very short skirt that as she knew revealed her thong panties to anyone in front and that would be me, the speaker. She displayed that smirk like smile and as she let her legs part the panties embedded themselves into the vaginal groove with the pussy lips puffing invitingly out each side. Yikkkes! And I’m trying to deliver a serious talk. Thank heaven or the stage crew for using a podium with a solid front. I recall also the gentleman next to her that kept dropping his pencil and looking up at her and hers as he retrieved it. And that smile. Emera was a nut! I loved it and why else would I conclude, I think that Kansas was right to side with whomever. I forgot whom. It was a bit embarrassing when I had to leave the security of the podium with my notes closely clutched across my groin, or as close as possible.
It seemed, the host university graciously had arranged a boat cruise after dinner the third night. The group had enjoyed a good wine with dinner, which was later complemented by a few rum punches. On the boat, more punch was available, along with soft jazz and a beautiful summer maritime breeze. The music was hypnotic. She looked absolutely smashing in a tight wraparound dress of a silky slippery material that clung to every outline of her body.
