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. “Ready,” I said.
Dan introduced me to the entire staff. I met accountants and graphic artists, lawyers and writers. By the time we were through, I was ready for lunch.
“Do you have a date for lunch?” I asked shyly.
“Actually, no,” Dan grinned. “Do you?”
I laughed. “I do now. I hear there is a great Italian restaurant in Truro, care to join me?”
“Truro, huh? Never been there, so let’s go! Your car or mine?”
“Mine,” I smiled.
We hopped into my car, and since it was a nice day out, I rolled down the convertible top. We pulled out of the circular parking lot and onto the main road. We took the freeway for about 20 minutes to Truro, and parked the car at Muileros Italian Restaurant.
The conversation over lunch was stimulating. Dan was a writer at heart. He liked to write Science Fiction romance stories for the Internet. “If Mulder and Scully would just have sex on The X-Files, they’d have my attention,” he said.
I giggled at his jokes and told a few of my own. I was immediately fascinated by Dan – his mouth, his eyes, his voice -- him. He was very outgoing, and he seemed to share everything. He was lacking only one teeny, tiny detail that most men I dated always seemed to have --- a wedding ring.
We both ordered Veal Parmesan and shared a crab appetizer. I let a little of the crab sauce dribble on my upper lip, just to see if I caught his attention, and it must have. His gray eyes locked with mine as he grabbed his napkin and wiped my lip.
