The Nerdy Scientist

The blue herons were jostling for position, intent on asserting their territorial right to feed on the perch and bullheads in the shallow water of the estuary. There were about ten of them, fairly near to shore, as I walked up the stairs to the viewing platform. They were squawking like pterodactyls as they made runs at each other, wings flapping, their long beaks poking viciously at intruders that got too close.

It was a gorgeous sunny late Fall day, albeit a bit cool and breezy after the frontal passage in the morning that had brought much needed rain. Having taken the ferry from the mainland the previous day, I had until the end of the week to relax and enjoy my seaside cottage before heading back to Seattle. And then the ugly thoughts surfaced, at least this is one thing that she didn't get from me... the bitch! Fuck, I have to stop thinking like that. Get over it!

I tried to stay in the moment as I continued to watch and listen to the action in and over the water... gulls dropping shells on the rocks, eagles and turkey vultures circling overhead, cormorants diving, sea lions wailing. Boats of various sizes departed and arrived from the nearby marina.

We had bought the cottage twenty years ago, shortly after we got married. We used it a lot in the early years, many family gatherings, great times with friends. My wife, ex-wife that is, and I really loved it. Well, in truth still my wife as we hadn't got around to getting divorced after dividing assets and property about a year ago. I was left with a condo in the city and she kept the big house in the suburbs, shacked up with my ex best friend. Yeah, she messed around with him. Bastard. Okay, stay away from those negative thoughts, I reminded myself, as I walked down the stairs heading home.

I was so into my brooding self that I almost ran into her.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention," I said to an attractive young woman, bundled in a large coat.

"That's okay. I could see that you were deep in thought. The herons are wonderful aren't they? But I feel so sorry for them. They are such loners for most of the year and then they get together and mate for a couple of weeks, seemingly going through the motions and not really enjoying it and then they are back to their pathetic existence. Sorry, I tend to talk too much, I'm Amy."

"I'm Jake," I said sticking out my hand. As we shook, I had a good look at her. She appeared to be a few years younger than me. Quite pretty, medium length dark hair, large and thick glasses, very nice smile."I don't recognize you. I used to know most of the people on the Island but I haven't been here that often recently. Are you new here?"

"I don't live here but I come to the Island quite often. I work for the county. I'm a marine biologist. I've always loved the sea and all the creatures who live in it, especially the orcas. Some people still call them killer whales but they're not whales, dolphins actually. Oh sorry, there I go again. I always talk a lot when I'm nervous. I'm not very good around people, especially the ones I don't know. I spend so much time on my own in tidal pools and inflatable boats tagging fish and mammals. Okay, I'll stop. I should get going. I have to go back to my tent to see if it's dried out after all the rain we had last night."

She jogged away quickly and was almost out of sight, heading down a nearby trail when she finished her last sentence. I thought about running after her, offering a place to sleep for the night. She could have the second bedroom at the cottage, although I was having some carnal thoughts about her sharing my bed instead. She was really piquing my interest and I was wondering what was under that bulky coat of hers.

I went back to the cottage, prepared and ate supper. I turned on my laptop, answered a few emails and then watched TV for a while. I kept thinking about Amy, cold, likely wet and alone in her tent. I should have gone after her. I hadn't been with a woman since I left my wife, other than a rather disastrous one night stand with a co-worker a few months ago. Thankfully, she didn't tell anyone as I'm her boss and there is a zero tolerance for sexual relationships with underlings. And the sex wasn't even that good. I came after about two minutes leaving her unsatisfied and me apologizing profusely. Since then, I hadn't had the balls to try again.

But there is always porn, I thought, feeling horny now picturing Amy in place of the woman servicing a well hung guy as I watched one of the cable adult sex channels. I pulled down my underwear and rubbed my cock until I came after about ten minutes of slow-stroke edging.

As a middle manager for Boeing, I still had some duties to perform the next morning. After an hour long rather boring and unnecessary Zoom call, I poured a second cup of coffee, flopped down in a lounger on the deck and looked out over the bay. There was a solitary heron skimming just over the waves that immediately made me think of Amy. I wondered how she was faring in the tent. It was quite cool, almost freezing overnight. I really should have invited her to the cottage, only thinking of her welfare, of course.

Who was I kidding, thinking of her... right. Mostly it was for me. I wanted to fuck her! That made me think of my teenage years when the guys would divide the girls into two groups - the ones you wanted to fuck and the ones you didn't. A girl would walk by (or sometimes a teacher) at school and a guy would say "I'd fuck her." Most of the time we'd nod and agree, but sometimes there were debates about whether the subject was fuckworthy or not! Amy was definitely in the first group!

But shouldn't I get to know her first? I thought, admonishing myself for objectifying her, thinking only of a means to a piece of tail, going against all that I'd learned in the office sexual harassment courses that I'd taken over the years. And, it would be great to finally have a relationship not just based on sex, wouldn't it you horny bastard?

Having finished my work for the day, I decided to hunt Amy down and see what she was up to. Hey, if nothing else, maybe I can learn something about sea life.

I found the trail and followed it until it opened to a small horseshoe shaped bay. I quickly spied Amy in a shallow tidal pool, clad in hip waders, a floppy sou'wester type hat and her bulky coat.

"Hi Jake. You're just in time. Can you hand me a few more specimen bags from my backpack over there? I don't want to take any more steps than I have to and harm the creatures or their domain."

I handed her a dozen or so of them. "Is that enough?"

"Yes, that's fine. I'm almost done here. It's important to collect specimens periodically to see what changes are going on in them internally and we also check the plant life to get an idea how it is evolving. The two always work together in a symbiotic relationship, you see."

Did she always talk like this? Yes, I was learning stuff but I was still focused on my libido, that hadn't waned a bit, in spite of her scientific banter and sexless attire.

After a while, she emerged from the pool, stuffed the specimens in her backpack and headed over to a small boathouse. I followed her as she went inside, opened up the backpack and deposited the contents on a small table. She carefully labelled all the specimens with their Latin names and date and then put them in large metal container. "With the cooler weather, they'll keep in there for a few days until I get them back to the lab for analysis."

"Do you have anything planned for the rest of the day, Jake? I was supposed to have an assistant with me on this trip but he cancelled at the last moment. I'm heading out this afternoon to a sea lion colony and I could sure use some help."

"I don't have anything planned. I would love to help you. What do I have to do?"

"I have a fair amount of gear. You can help me load it into the Zodiac and then assist me while I tag the animals. It's mostly light work but it goes so much faster with two people. But first, let's have some lunch."

There were a couple of specimens left on the table. "Do you like clams and mussels? It won't take long to cook them," Amy said, lighting a propane frying pan. "I always collect a few extras to eat."

"Sure, I love seafood!"

She shelled the mussels and clams and placed them in the pan. "I'll add a couple of indigenous plants as well... some nettles and ground camas root for nutrition and medicinal value. Also a few wild blackberries and salal berries for sweetness."

In a few minutes lunch was cooked, and we shared a plate. Everything tasted great! We loaded up the Zodiac, floating in the back of the boathouse, started the outboard motor and headed out to sea. In about twenty minutes we pulled up to a small island littered with sea lions. It was easy to find them as they were bellowing well before our arrival. Also the stink was incredible! We landed on the other side of the island where there was a small cut in the rocks.

Amy jumped out and pulled us onto a patch of sand. I handed her all the gear and then got out. We slowly made our way over to the sea lions.

"What's the gun for?"

"It's a tranquilizing gun. I want to tag a couple of the cows."

With some trepidation (on my side) we closed in on the herd. What am I getting myself into? Some of those bulls are huge. They probably won't like us messing with their harem!

"Jake, while I approach the two cows over there to the left, will you slowly move to the right and get the attention of the big bull sunning himself on the rock? I need you to distract him after I shoot the girls. I have about ten minutes to get the electronic tags in place - two for the drug to take effect and about eight to attach it on them before they recover. He probably won't hurt you if you don't upset him too much."

Probably, what the hell does probably mean. Fuck, I'm doomed.

But everything went well. The bull did make a rather terrifying run at me full of noise and bluster, but fortunately, retreated back to the rest of the herd, still keeping an eye on me until Amy was finished with the cows. We motored back to the bay, parked the Zodiac and stowed away all the gear. It was about five o' cock... supper time. There was quite a chill in the air already. I was concerned about Amy in the tent. Okay, there was another thing on my mind.

"Would you like to have supper with me at my cottage? It's the least I can do after all the entertainment you provided to me this afternoon not to mention the delicious lunch."

"Sure, I'd love to Jake. I'll change and be right with you."

"One more thing, and don't take this the wrong way - would you like to stay the night? I have a spare bedroom that you're welcome to use. I'm pretty sure that there will be a frost tonight."

"Yes, that would be great. I was hoping you'd ask me. Give me a sec."

She came out dressed in jeans and a black jacket. The zipper was open a few inches, showing a purple blouse and a tiny bit of cleavage. Quite the transition!

We arrived at my place as it was starting to get dark. I showed her around the cottage and then we spent a few minutes out on the deck, appreciating the view until the pink glow of the setting sun disappeared.

"Would you like a drink before supper?" I asked her after she plopped herself down on the living room sofa.

"I don't drink much but I'll have some red wine if you have it."

"Coming right up. Turn on the TV if you like. The remote is on the side table."

While I went into the pantry to find some Malbec, I started to hear grunts and groans and a few shrieks coming from the living room. OMG, I forgot to change the channel. What is she going to think of me? I've really fucked up now!

I raced back to turn the set off. When I got there, a muscular well hung guy was spraying large jets of cum over a babe's boobs. I didn't say a word... I just had no idea what to say.

"You know, whales average about four gallons of semen every time they ejaculate. And their penises can be up to eight feet long."

"I'm so sorry, Amy. You must think I'm a pervert."

"On the contrary. I suspect that you masturbate when you watch these shows to provide a release for your sexual tension. It is beneficial for your sexual health, both physically and mentally to engage in this activity." She reached over to get the wine glass from my hand and took a sip. "Do you need any help with preparing dinner?"

"No, I'm good. Just sit there and relax. Do you want me to change the channel?"

"Only if you want to. I'm fine with it. This is something I've heard about but never seen, so it's a novelty for me. My goodness, some of these men have rather large penises. I've read that the average size of a man's member is around five and a half to six inches but they look to be eight inches or bigger in some cases. I suppose this is an asset that the producers of the videos are desiring, assuming that it will provide more stimulation to the viewers."

I got busy with cooking dinner while she continued to watch, glued to the action. I had never met anyone like Amy. She was so nerdy. She saw everything from a scientific perspective. Nothing seemed to offend her.

I finished preparing supper - barbecued salmon, green salad, roasted veggies and brown rice, We sat down on stools at the island to eat. I turned off the TV and streamed some smooth jazz on my Bose speaker.

"Jake, I've told you a bit about my work. I'm sorry that I've talked so much and haven't asked you about yours. If you don't mind me asking, what is your line of work?"

"I'm a manager for the Boeing aircraft company. You might have heard of it," I said, thinking she would be amused at my little attempt at humour.

"Yes I have. They are one of the biggest aircraft manufacturers in the world. They have a very high safety record except for the recent issue of the 737 Max. But, from what I understand, they have fixed the problems now and it is one of the safest airplanes to fly. Sorry, I'll shut up. Tell me more about your work."

"I've been with the company for about fifteen years now. I was a baggage handler at Seatac, working for a few months between my third and fourth year at the University of Washington when I saw a job poster looking for aircraft designers at Boeing. Specializing in mechanical engineering, it looked like an interesting and secure career path for me. I spent many years designing various aircraft and now I'm in charge of about a hundred or so staff in the engineering department. We are currently working on a project to create the first all electric airliner, something that will revolutionize the entire industry. We recently acquired a company that has produced a smaller executive type aircraft, all electric, and we are using their technology to build a prototype on a much larger scale. Hey I sound like you, no offence."

"None taken. I would love to hear more about the project. You can be as technical as you like!"

"More on that later. But as you will understand, I can't be too technical. We don't want our research to get out to the competition."

"I totally understand. It's just my curious mind wanting to know everything about science and it's applications."

She poured herself a second glass of wine and we sat down in the living room.

"Do you mind if we watch a bit more of that sex channel. I was really enjoying it, from a purely scientific standpoint," she said, with a wink.

Hmmmm, she does have a sense of humour.

"Sure, it will be my pleasure to watch it with you."

I turned it on and two very attractive women were lapping their pussies in a 69 position.

"If you don't mind me asking, does that turn you on, Jake? I read a Cosmopolitan article a few years ago, not that it is a peer reviewed study, that said men really become stimulated by seeing women pleasure themselves."

"Well yes, it does stimulate me, especially having you by my side as I watch it."

"Really! Okay now, and I'm not sure if it's the wine lowering my inhibitions and causing vaginal secretions or if it's my cerebral interest in knowing stuff, but would you mind showing me how your penis is reacting to what is on the screen?"

'You mean, you want me to take off my pants and underwear and see my cock."

"Yes, but only if you want to. And I can use cock in reference to your penis from now on, if that is your preference?"

"I am fine with it," I stammered, unbuckling my belt, taking off my pants and lowering my jockeys until my fully erect cock was exposed.

"Oh my, I see that you are quite stimulated, Jake. You have a very attractive penis, I mean cock, almost as big as the porn actors. Do you mind if I take a closer look? I've never seen an erect one in the flesh, so to speak."

"You mean, at your age, you've never seen one?" I said, my cock bobbing up and down, about a foot away from her face.

"Only a quick flash from my husband, years ago."

"You're married?"

"Oh no, I meant to say ex husband."

"I don't get it. You never had a good look at his cock in all the time you were married to him?"

"Okay, I'll tell you the story. I've never told anyone before, but I get the sense that I can trust you. I think, mostly, I am a good judge of character. I'll keep it pretty short though. I've got other things on my mind right now."

"I won't tell a soul."

"When I was in my late teens, my older sister convinced me to join the Church of Scientology. I was pretty naive back then. Maybe I was attracted to the Scientology name. After a year or so of indoctrination, a man about ten years older than me was selected as my husband. I didn't have much choice in the matter. We were married and on our wedding night, we were preparing for what I thought was going to be a night of passion. I was still a virgin and I was hoping he would go easy on me. I had purchased a negligee imagining that he would like to see me in it and then shortly after out of it. I waited for a while for him to come out of the bathroom. He was wearing pajamas as he came through the door. He turned off the light and crawled into bed. I heard a noise like crinkling plastic and then he pulled back the sheets and got between my legs, lifted me up and entered my vagina roughly with his penis. He pushed in and out until about thirty seconds later, he grunted and I assumed ejaculated. He rolled over and moved to the far side of the bed. "Okay our marriage is now consummated." he said gruffly. Then he went to sleep. That is the first and last time we had sex. A year or so later I saw him kneeling in front of one of the church leaders at the back of the church. The leader's pants were down and my husband was fellating him. Shortly after that, I ended the marriage and left the church. There was no point in carrying on a sham marriage. Oh I'm sorry, you are starting to wilt, if that's the expression. If I touch your cock, will it get big again?"

"Sad story. Yes, that will definitely work."

As soon as she touched my cock it rocketed back to being fully engorged and sticking straight up.

"Wow, that was quick," she said, rubbing it up and down, very close and inspecting it like it was one of her lab specimens. "I really don't know what to do with it but I'll do anything for you, Jake. I've always wanted to do this. I can't believe I just said that!"

There was a blowjob scene on the screen. "Well you could do that if you like."

"Well I don't know if I can take it that far in. But I'll try," she said, sliding her lips over it until an inch or so disappeared inside her mouth.

She moved in and out, taking more and more in, until she gagged. But she was determined to do what the woman was doing on TV. After a few more gags she got the hang of it and got it all the way down her throat. She sucked me for a while and it felt fantastic.

"How am I doing, Jake?" she said, removing her mouth and taking a break.

"You're doing great. You're a fast learner!"

"I use my five senses a lot in my observations of sea life to learn more about them. I've used four of them with you - sight, taste, smell and hearing but I'm missing taste. Tonight, I've seen the women swallow a lot of sperm and I think I'd like to try that with you. Is that alright, Jake?"

"Yes, I would love you to do that, purely for scientific research of course," I said with a big smile.

"Okay here goes."

"One more thing before you start. I'd like to use my sense of taste as well."

"What do you mean?"

"First, let's go to the bedroom."

"You're not going to turn off the light are you?"

"No, I would never do that to you!"

We walked down the hall and went into the bedroom. I removed the rest of my clothes and tossed them to the side.

"Now, it's your turn, Amy."

"Oh okay, anything you want, Jake."

She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She reached behind, unfastened her bra and dropped it. Oh fuck, what nice tits and beautiful pink nipples. I openly stared at them.

"Do you like them? They're not that big but my nipples make up for them, I think."

"Yes, they're wonderful. I love the way they stick up and how erect they are. Can I touch them?"

"Of course you can touch them, lick them, whatever you want to do with them. They are yours to play with, Jake?"

I couldn't resist. I rolled one of them between my thumb and index finger while I sucked on the other.

"Oh Jake, that feels great but go easy on them. They are very sensitive."

While I played with them, she removed her jeans and panties. She had a nice little black bush above her pussy.

"Okay now it's time for the simultaneous tasting," I said, lying down naked on the bed.

She knew right away what I wanted her to do. She assumed the 69 position, started sucking my cock and then lowered her pussy onto my mouth. It was dripping now and quite tasty. She was very busy with my cock, sucking it hungrily as I lapped at her pussy lips and clit. Locking her legs around my head, she came with a loud scream of pleasure. She redoubled her attention on my cock and I realized that I couldn't hold out much longer. In a couple more minutes, I shot a few loads into her mouth. I didn't think that I had to warn her! After I was done, we lay beside each other.

"Well Jake, that is not what I thought ejaculate would taste like. I detected citrus from the lemon on the salmon, there was a hint of the Malbec, just the right amount of salt and a manly, musty finish to it. I loved it!" she said, as if she was describing a fine wine. "Did you like tasting me?"

"I have to admit, I don't have as discerning a palate as you do. Let me just say that you tasted great and that I loved providing you with pleasure."

"Are you tired? I'm not. Now that we're satiated for the moment, I would love to learn more about you, if that's okay?"

"Sure, let's get up. I have some tiramisu for dessert in the fridge if you like. I made it myself."

"Well, you do have some talents beyond your tongue skills. I think I'm going to like coming here for visits."

We spent the next couple of hours talking about our work, life history, ambitions, family, political leanings, sexual preferences etc. I was really starting to fall for this strange but captivating woman. It was still early days, but I had a feeling that we were really going to hit it off. And to think that hours before, I was only thinking about my selfish needs of getting myself off with her. It was 2 am before we returned to the bedroom to get some sleep. What would tomorrow bring?