I can smell trouble in the air when it’s near. Naughty nature runs through my blood and in my bones. I know it’s bad but it feels so good. Being naughty and dangerous is a complete turn on. Thrilling, spontaneous, wild, crazy – whatever, it all spells excitement. I could spend an entire evening fantasizing about trouble and feel completely at ease when I wake in the morning—it’s an internal orgasm that always satisfies me.
I was starting a new job, my third of the year, the next day. I was nervous, anxious, excited and thrilled at the thought of another new adventure. As my hand traced my breasts and then down towards my pussy, I fantasized about the next day.
I pleasured myself not once, but twice, and fell asleep happily. The next morning was a buzz of excitement as I dressed carefully and drove off to my new adventure.
My supervisor looked at me once and I could tell by his sheepish grin that he was it. Trouble. He was tall with dark hair and gray eyes -- filled with mischief.
“My name is Dan,” he said, “You must be Theresa.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said “Have a seat,” he said pointing to the chair in front of his desk. I immediately sat down and while he spoke, I pictured myself kneeling down on my knees in front of him. I could feel his hard cock in my hand, the way the tip would rest on the edge of my palm as I stroked it with intensity. I could feel the smile burning on my lips.
“Something funny?” he asked grinning.
“No,” I said. “I’m just very happy to be here,” I lied.
“Well, Theresa, we are lucky to have you on board – I hope you’ll make yourself at home and comfortable.” He spoke to me about policies and procedures, hours and attire. He spoke with a smile, for about fifteen minutes. All the while I pictured him between my legs, nibbling on my nipples, licking my thighs and pumping into me.
“Are you ready to meet the staff?” he asked.
I smiled, jumped off the chair and brushed down the front of my favorite Liz Claiborne skirt... Les hele novellen
