Comments have been made in response to my comment about making them behave like rabbits and also about how horny Grissom is in this story. What can I say, the chemistry is there. If you liked the last chapter, you'll probably like this one too, teehee.

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They met the chairman of the symposium committee in his office and he walked them to the lecture hall that would house Gil's part of the conference. It was a typical lecture room geared for large classes. There was a table with a podium on it, complete with microphone. A large white screen hung on the wall behind the table and there were several different options for demonstrations. Had Gil brought a laptop with a PowerPoint presentation, the set up would accommodate it. There was a slide projector and also an over head projector on a cart in the corner. Catherine smiled as Gil eyed the overhead projector.

Seating was arranged in a semi circle in stadium fashion with steps going up and rows of desks on each section. Consequently, Gil would be seen and heard by everyone in the room. Gil stood behind the podium and looked around the room. This feels good, he thought. Nothing quite feels the same as teaching inquisitive minds.

Catherine watched as her husband moved into 'professor mode' as she called it. His demeanor changed and there was a special brightness in his expression. This should be his next career…she thought.

The chairman, Don Phillips, asked if there was anything that Gil needed. Gil assured him that everything was fine and Phillips left. Gil set his notes on the podium, arranged and rearranged them several times and then checked his watch. Catherine saw that he was getting nervous and decided to distract him from his nervousness. "This room brings back some good memories for me," she said.

Gil looked at her, an eyebrow lifting slightly and an inquisitive expression forming on his face. "Oh? A favorite class?"

Catherine sat on the table looking mischievous. "No…a favorite professor."

"And she lectured in a room like this?"

"No..well…yeah, he did. But that has nothing to do with my memories."

"Really?" His amusement was evident in his tone. He knew she was about to say something outrageous.

"I stayed after class one day. Actually, I sat on his desk like I'm sitting here now while I asked him questions."

"What were the questions about?" He knew he was being set up but he wanted to see where she was going with her story.

"Anatomy." Catherine fought to keep a serious expression.

"Human or animal?"

"Defiantely human…his."

Her flippant attitude made him smile. "And just what questions did you ask?"

"Oh…it had to do with the reproductive organs. I made him demonstrate."

A small grin was working at the corners of Gil's mouth. "Perhaps later you'll demonstrate for me."

"Perhaps I will; row four, third seat from the left…well, third and fourth seat." She couldn't contain it any longer, her laughter spilled out, filling the room. Gil looked at her with an expression of amused tolerance. "Are there other professors that I should know about?"

"Only one; but you already know about him."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He gives really great," she paused for effect and then continued, "demonstrations."

Gil looked at her, waiting for the punch line but she sat quietly.

Finally he gave in and asked, "Who is this professor?"

Looking at him out of the corner of her eye she stated very matter of factly, "you."

"So you like my demonstrations?"

"I do. They are very….stimulating."

Gil stepped up to her, bent his head down to her ear and whispered. "Things get anymore stimulating and these students are going to get a demonstration that they will never forget."

Catherine looked at him coyly. "And that's bad because?"

Before he could answer, the door opened and a small group of forensics students walked in to find seats. Catherine slipped off the table and climbed the steps, finding a seat in the center back of the room. Every time Gil looked up, he would be looking at her.

After a few minutes, the symposium attendees were all settled in their places and Gil began his lecture. Catherine listened for a few minutes then she began to observe the group that had gathered to hear her husband. Most of them were younger, either students or younger professionals just beginning their careers. There were a few older faces in the group, probably other speakers that had come to Gil's presentation out of curiosity or professional courtesy.

About a half hour into his lecture Gil looked up at his wife, who seemed to be fidgeting in her chair. He had wondered that morning why she had chosen the particular outfit she wore, one of her 'court suits' that had a dark blue skirt. Now she was showing him the reason for her choice. She rearranged her legs so that instead of the prim, lady-like pose from earlier, she now sat with her legs apart revealing the fact that she was wearing thigh high hose connected to a black garter belt. Trying to keep his mind on the lecture, Gil shifted his eyes, glancing over the heads of several people in front of and below her; one was a young brunette. Gil couldn't resist his wife's flirting however, and his eyes soon travelled back to her little demonstration. It was then that he realized that she was wearing nothing under the garter belt; he had a tunnel view of her femininity. She pulled her skirt up slightly and smiled coyly at him, setting off a coughing fit and causing him to reach for the glass of water someone had thoughtfully placed next to the podium.

He glanced back up to see her smirking as she scooted the skirt further up her thighs and he quickly averted his eyes, passing them once more over the brunette. He continued his talk, glancing frequently up to see his wife revealing more and more of herself to him. The top button of her blouse was unbuttoned, followed by two more until a fair amount of cleavage was showing. Occasionally she would 'adjust' the collar, flashing more skin. Somehow Gil managed to keep talking but was thankful for the fixtures in front of him. Normally Gil liked to move around a little in his lectures, sometimes even walking around to the front of the table and sitting on it. Not today. Today, he was firmly planted behind the podium, concealing his reaction to his wife's antics.

The first half of his lecture was winding down. A fifteen minute break was scheduled before resuming the last half. He was trying to concentrate on his talk but by now, his cock had been rock hard for almost an hour and his wife was continuing to torture him. All he really wanted to concentrate on was sitting several rows behind the others, her pelvic region in motion as if responding to his imagined strokes. By this point, Gil was fighting some very primal urges and wondered how he was going to mange not being discovered.

Finally, he reached the stopping point and dismissed the group for their break. Just as he feared, several students flocked to the podium, trying to speak to him personally. One was the brunette who had been showered with Gil's unintentional attention. He was relieved to hear Catherine from the back of the group. "Please, Dr. Grissom needs to take a break also. Let's give him a few minutes."

The group disbursed and Gil and Catherine were left standing alone in the room. "Row four I believe you said?"

Catherine smiled and grabbed his hand. Tugging she pulled him out of the door and down the hall to a staff lounge. Once inside and sure that they were alone, she locked the door. He was on her…before the sound of the tumbler echoed in the room. "God woman, that was cruel," he moaned as unleashed his tool and entered her.

She giggled and then nipped at his ear. She responded to strokes that were no longer imaginary and his explosion came fast and hard, leaving him leaning into her, panting. She nuzzled his neck and moaned. "I think I like this side of you, Gil…so…caveman."

Gil lifted his face to look into hers, an amused glint in his eyes. "Cavemen took their women whenever and wherever they wanted to. You are playing with fire when you sit up there and torture me like that."

Catherine smiled. "Oh, I like fire."

They quickly rearranged themselves, Catherine being careful that Gil returned without any outward signs of his fireworks display in the lounge. She lingered a few minutes after he left, taking care that she also didn't give away their secret. Gil walked back into the lecture room to find the attendees seated and waiting for him. Shuffling his notes, he began speaking. A few minutes later he caught sight of Catherine entering the room; his eyes followed her as she ascended to her seat and settled in for the rest of his talk.

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Okay, that was kind of fun to write. I hope you enjoyed reading it.