[This is a follow up to my previous story. I tried to write this so you can enjoy it without the context, but if you’re interested you can find my other story here: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/xmzmtt/late_in_the_office_with_my_older_boss_m21f39/
I hope you enjoy.]
My eyes kept tracing the outline of cracks along the ceiling. My alarm would be ringing in a few minutes, but I’m already wide awake.
I barely slept last night.
My head pounded from the two bottles of wine my boss and I polished off in her office. I had made the drunken walk back to my dorm while my boss called a cab to head home. I would have offered her to crash at my place, but I had a feeling sleeping in a dorm room after the age of 30 is not appealing to some people.
I roll over. There was no way I was getting back to sleep. The images of yesterday still played in my mind. Thoughts of going down on my boss in her office late at night. Images of her reciprocating with her own oral skills. Like a movie replaying over and over.