I cleared my dining table, replacing the dishes with my laptop and my manicure station. I started scrolling through Netflix’s Top 10 movies to look for one to choose as my background noise while I file my nails.
I reached for my cell phone to answer a few text messages. I was about to search for the Instagram icon but I remembered I locked myself out of my social media accounts for the next 6 months. I left it to a trusted friend to change my passwords. I normally consider social media to be a neutral tool that brings people together, but as of recently I haven’t been the best at regulating myself. Lately it has been making me feel more anxious than connected.
“…I hate what steals my solitude without offering me true company.” -Nietzsche
I tapped my nails on the table and looked up at the buzzing fan. I noticed a notification from earlier in the day from a Sr Manager on Teams. “We’re still working on troubleshooting your laptop’s speaker, but in the meantime…your headphones arrived today.” I clicked the ‘thumbs up’ reaction.
“Thanks so much, Ryan!”
I saw a green check mark next to William’s photo. It’s 9:15pm. Why was he still active?
Before heading home for the day I overheard the associate director say that William was buried in
buried in data slides. The management team has their monthly data meeting with our collaborative partner tomorrow.
Is he really still working on them? There’s no lonelier feeling than staying up working late while everyone is slumbering peacefully. If he’s awake, I’m awake. I’m going to stay up with him. I’m not going to message him, no. I’ll just keep checking my cell phone every so often to see if his icon is still green.
Is he nervous? How does he feel about this month’s data set? Does he still have a lot to do or is he just adding some finishing touches? I wish I could keep him company for real.
A few months ago our employer payed for us to have our Personalysis assessments done. I tried to memorize his while he let me read it. “William is frustrated by frequent interruptions and casual chit-chat.” I knew better than to interrupt him. No girl is pretty enough to be a welcome distraction to a man who sincerely wants to get something done. I adored him for it.
Of course I’d stay quiet.
I just wanted to keep him company.
I could be a tiny little cat under the table next to his feet.
I took my phone to the restroom to get ready for bed. I keep a few cat-ear headbands at my bathroom mirror to use to keep my hair from my face while I wash my makeup off. I grabbed the pink ones by the ear and placed them to my forehead, brushing my bangs out of my face.
I glanced back at my phone while I scrubbed my forehead. Still green.
I crouched down to reach for the cotton rounds I keep under the bathroom sink. As I searched I thought of William at his desk. I arched my back reflexively and spread my knees slightly apart. I could feel the breeze from the air conditioning vent gently blow my nightgown against my thighs. My bathroom cabinet transformed into the space underneath William’s desk. I saw his feet in front of me. The gentle sound of his coffee mug tapped the desk above my head. He drinks it black. I count his sips to let me know when his fill is getting low and needs to be replaced. I felt so safe and comforted knowing he was so close by.
I circled around a bit to make myself comfortable in my cat bed. I gave his scruffy leg a gentle scratch with my nails and gave the top of his foot three forceful kisses.
I folded my paws neatly over his foot and rested my chin on top of them.
I started to doze off a few times but forced myself awake. If William’s up, I’m up. I reached up to his cock and lightly ran my middle finger over his jeans a few times. I pressed firmly against it with my palm and gave him enough of a squeeze to get his attention. He looked down and smiled at my nails. He knows they’re painted with a lavender polish because he chose it.
He grabbed my paw for a moment and then let it go to reach for his mouse. I slowly sat up and straddled his foot, sliding my floral panties to the side.
I hate distracting him from his work like this and even though he never says it, I know he doesn’t always appreciate it. What am I supposed to do? It aches so badly between my legs and I needed relief.
I wrapped myself around his leg and pressed myself onto him harder and harder, gently swaying back and forth like a low tide.
I felt his foot apply pressure right back. I gently eased off. That’s all I needed, I just needed a little reassurance. He reached down to give my hair a warm, firm tug. Where did he learn to do it that way? He makes sure his fingers caress every strand before giving them a forceful embrace.
I whimpered in delight- so happy to be a little toy in his drawer.
I must have dozed off under his desk because he tapped my nose to wake me.
“Up, up, up.”
“All done?”
“All done.”
10:21 pm
Baby finally logged off.
I wish I could be there to get his pajamas out for him.
But he lives there and I live here.
I’ll see him tomorrow. And not a single word of this will be in my head when I do.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gdqv23/my_manager_is_up_late_working_i_wanted_to_keep