I answered a work call while [F]ingering myself.

This happened a few days ago, and I jotted it down quickly after I came, but hadn’t had the chance to edit till today.

I left work early cause I was freaking about some important personal things I had to deal with. I needed time to fortify my mind, to sweat out all the anxiety. And what better place to sweat than at the gym on a hot New York City summer day? No, this could be a story about how I get aroused while working out, watching hot guys and girls around me do their thing, knowing people are checking out my ass. But, it’s about what happened after.

Now is a good time to admit I have a secret naughty pleasure. On really hot days, when I’m drenched in sweat and so hot I think I’m going to melt in my clothes, I like to bend over in front of my air conditioner, spread my cheeks, and let the coldness cleanse the warmth. And I get *super* turned on doing so.

Can you imagine if I pulled aside the curtains and let my neighbors see me waving my ass in front of the window like that? But even beyond my fantasies of mooning people, feeling the cold air tickle me in places I longed to be licked is phenomenal. Usually, I’ll do this until I feel cooled down enough to change, but on this day, I thought, *what the heck? I haven’t fingered my butt in so long. And nobody is home*.

I should also admit I’ve been thinking about butts and watching a ton of anal porn lately. Like seriously, I miss it so much and I wish I could keep toys at home to play with. And since I was so stressed and anxiety-ridden, so hot and worked up from the gym, and so fucking horny, I decided to let loose and play.

The first thing I did was grab my jar of coconut oil and place my towel down on my bedroom floor. Then I locked the door and made sure the curtains completely covered the windows, just in case. I wouldn’t hear anyone come into the house with the air conditioner running; don’t want to get caught.

I pulled down my sweats and threw them in the laundry bin. My panties, I put in my mouth. They’re already wet, a delicious mixture of my own juices and my sweat. Don’t worry though. I keep myself very clean, so I know I won’t run into any issues.

Just the thought of knowing I’m playing with my ass again is a turn on. And I can still feel the cold air blasting my backside. But you can’t just go straight for the center. Standing on the towel, I started by giving my cheeks a gentle squeeze, using both hands to spread myself as I massaged the oil onto my skin. Then I massaged the oil into my ass crack, my fingers gliding up and down, pausing every now and then to squeeze and slap (the sound is so sexy).

Before long, my room smelled like a tropical paradise, and I couldn’t wait anymore. Even with the cold air, I felt way too hot. My arm behind me, I pressed my middle finger against my asshole, arching my back and spreading my legs to ease access.

It started with a nudge, just a hint of pressure. I closed my eyes and focused, and little by little, I felt my insides relax. I felt my finger slip deeper. You have to push gently, apply force slowly, and it’s best if you don’t have to hold in your moans. And since I was alone at home, I could be as loud as I wanted to.

After that, it was two fingers. Once again, gently applying pressure, feeling my muscles relax. Once I had both inside, knuckles deep, I straightened up and clenched, moaning at the incredible pressure. But this angle was placing too much pressure on my wrist.

So I laid down on the towel. I propped my feet up on my bed, spreading my legs, and this time I rested my arm on my belly as I reached for my asshole. Now for any beginners, this is an amazing position. The first time I tried it, I was on my bed with my feet on the headboard. Press down on your clit with your forearm. Don’t know how it would work if you have a dick though, but I guess you can jerk it off with your free hand. I’m pretty flexible, but if you’re still struggling, place a pillow under your hips to raise your ass just a bit. It gets messy really quick though, so I learned to put a towel beneath me.

This time, I was on the floor. I didn’t want any oil to get on my pillows. Access was a lot more comfortable like this and before long, I’m thrusting in and out with two fingers, rubbing my drenched pussy with my forearm as I do so. With my other hand, I poured more oil onto my palm and fingers before pushing the oil into my ass. The gushing sounds was so slick and naughty that I introduce a third finger, spreading my asshole even more with sloppy thrusts.

What I love about winter is that coconut oil is solid in the cold. During the summer it’s liquid, but in the winter it forms a soft white clumpy mass that you can scoop up and press into your asshole and let your body heat dissolve. It’s a wonderful sensation, and I wish I had cooled down my oil before playing.

Regardless, everything gets slippery and sexy quickly. And I knew what happened if I touched my g-spot like this. I knew how anal stimulation always pushed me over the edge, and I wanted to make this last. The heat cascading through my body, originating in my asshole… the gooey mixture of delight and lust throbbing somewhere deep inside me…I could feel my fingers every time I inhaled. I wanted to focus on this, to focus on my ass, to focus on my soul, to cum with all my heart.

And that was when my phone rang.

It was Mr. Donahue (not real name) from work, and he needed help with a file on the office server. He’s one of the older people in the office and, although he knows his way around technology well enough, sometimes he struggles and asks me for help. Secretly I think he’s only pretending to be confused; he just wants me at his desk, bent over and giving him my full attention – I’ve caught him checking me out several times. But he’s never once made me feel uncomfortable, and he’s kind of cute, so I indulged him.

But right then when I’m on the floor with three fingers up my ass and more aroused than I’ve been in weeks? When his voice is so masculine and rough over the phone?

“Can we video chat?” he asked. He needed to show me something on the screen.

My heart fluttered wildly as I slid my hand out of my ass. “Can you just send me a screenshot?”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just need this done ASAP.”

“Isn’t anyone else there?” I rolled over and wiped my hand on the towel. The feral earthy aroma of my ass mixed with coconut oil was making my head spin.

“You know this better than anyone else. It’ll be quick, I promise.” He hung up. Then, before I could find my pants, the phone rang again, this time with a video call.

“Hi,” I said, sitting down on my bed quickly. I winced when I realized my ass was still drenched in coconut oil and that I’d definitely leave a stain on my bedsheet.

His gray face filled up my screen as he squinted at me. “Are you alright? You look flushed.”

“Just got back from the gym.” I shrugged and smiled. “It’s really hot out.”

“Remember to stay hydrated.”

It took way too much strength to not respond with “Yes, Daddy.”

But he pointed his camera at his screen to show me his desktop. Since he couldn’t see me, I sucked on my fingers (yes, the ones that were in my ass) as he explained his predicament.

And as he talked, I figured out his issue, but I let him continue. His gravelly voice was stirring me on. And I wondered how he would react if I walked into his office after the gym. If I dropped my shorts and bent over in front of him and asked him to help me cool down.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, flipping the camera back to him after I straightened away the problem.

I wished him a nice day, then stood to view the ass print I left on my blue sheets. But since I already had to put it in the wash, I climbed onto my bed and sat with my legs to the side so that I could point my ass at the air conditioner. Spreading my cheeks to expose my warmed and slippery asshole to the cold air, I pretend it’s Mr. Donahue blowing air on my butt. I imagined he’d pressed his face into my ass and sighed when I presented my wants.

When I slid two fingers inside, I pretended they are his, exploring me like I know he dreams of when I catch him staring at my backside. When I thrust with three fingers, I pretended it was his cock, splitting me open. A big old white man, fucking his Japanese office slut in the ass.

I pretended his voice was still in my ear, gravely and masculine, and I almost called him back. I just wanted to hear him say that I was his good little slut. My other hand found my clit, frantically rubbing it as I squeezed my thighs together.

Everything was so tight and slippery and hot and wet. I shut my eyes and let the moans fill my bedroom as the orgasm enveloped me in a sudden wave of euphoria. My juices gushed out in heavy spurts, splattering the floor, and I spread my cheeks, feeling as if I was on fire. I collapsed on my bed, breathing hard, feeling the warmth throb inside of me as cold air teased my sensitive parts.

I was a mess of sweat and heat and coconut oil and pussy juices. I imagined steam coming off my heated body, battling the cold air to form raging thunderstorms. This was better than yoga or mindful relaxation or whatever. Nothing brought me more in tune with my body than ass play; nothing else made me so acutely aware of my senses. Nothing would satisfy me more than having a strong man pin me to my bed and fuck my ass until I squirted all over his fancy suit.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/catxu1/i_answered_a_work_call_while_fingering_myself