While He Was on the Call – Home Office Pleasure Story

Home Office Pleasure Story
It was Tuesday morning.
Rain tapped softly on the window.
The sky was gray, and everything felt slow.

I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop open.
Emails. Tasks. Deadlines.
All of it just… boring.

Across the room, he was at his desk, headphones on, speaking into his laptop.
Another long video call.
His voice was calm. Confident. Focused.

I sipped my coffee and looked at him.
The way he sat back in his chair, slightly slouched… the way his shirt clung to his chest…
It wasn’t the first time I noticed.

We both worked from home now.
Most days were quiet. Simple.
But today… something felt different.

Maybe it was the way he ran his fingers through his hair between meetings.
Maybe it was the sound of his deep voice floating through the room.
Maybe it was just… me.

I crossed my legs slowly under the table.
Suddenly aware of my body.
My skin felt warmer.
My thoughts, heavier.

He kept talking on the call. Something about quarterly reports.
His voice grew firmer, more direct.
It made me tingle in places that had nothing to do with work.

I looked down at my pajama shorts.
Soft cotton. No underwear.

Why did I skip them this morning?

I rubbed my thighs together gently.
Just a little.
A quiet breath escaped my lips.

He didn’t notice.
He couldn’t.
He was deep in his meeting.

But I couldn’t stop watching him.
His lips. His neck. His hands as he gestured while talking.
I imagined those hands on me.
Firm. Slow. Teasing.

I bit my lip.
What was I doing?
This was crazy.

Still… I let one hand slide between my thighs.
Just resting there.
Warm skin against warm skin.

I moved my fingers slowly. Carefully.
Just enough to feel the spark.
To feel… alive.

My breath caught in my throat.

He shifted in his chair, still talking.
I froze.

Did he notice?
No.
He was still focused. Still nodding.

Good.

I moved my fingers again.
Deeper now. Slower.
My hips shifted, just slightly.

My other hand covered my mouth.
I couldn’t make a sound.

The thrill of it…
Him being right there.
So close.
So unaware.

My heart beat faster.
Every movement was quiet, controlled.
But inside, everything screamed.

I imagined walking over to him.
Sitting on his lap.
Pulling his headphones off, whispering in his ear.

But I stayed seated.
Legs pressed tight.
Fingers moving softly.

Wet.
I was already wet.
My body had made up its mind long before I did.

I closed my eyes for a second.
Let the feeling spread.

His voice in the background was like music.
It wrapped around me.
Pulled me deeper.

I circled my clit slowly, gently.
No rush.
I wanted it to last.

He laughed at something someone said on the call.
That laugh.
That relaxed, warm sound.

God, I loved that sound.

My legs tensed.
I was getting close.
Too close.

But I didn’t stop.
Couldn’t.

The kitchen felt hot now.
Or maybe it was just me.

I slid lower in my chair.
My shirt lifted, exposing my stomach.
I let it happen.

I pictured his hands replacing mine.
His mouth on my skin.
His voice whispering, not speaking to clients, but to me.

“You like this, don’t you?”

Yes.

“You can’t wait anymore, can you?”

No.

My thighs shook a little.
Pressure built.
Higher. Tighter.

I pressed harder.
Circles.
Again. And again.

Almost there.

Then his voice got louder.
He stood up, still talking.
I panicked and pulled my hand away quickly.

He walked to the counter. Refilled his water.
Didn’t look at me.

I sat frozen.
Flushed.
Throbbing.

I crossed my legs tight.
Tried to act normal.
Clicked my mouse. Looked at my screen.

He walked back.
Sat down.
Put his headphones on.

And just like that, he was gone again.
Back in his world of numbers and strategy.

I waited ten seconds.
Twenty.

Then my hand slipped back down.

No time to waste.

I was already too close.

My fingers found their place.
My hips moved with them.
No hesitation this time.

I needed it.

I thought of his voice again.
The deep tone.
The way he said “good work” to his team.

Say it to me, I begged in silence.

“Good girl.”

My breath caught.

“Just like that.”

Yes.

“Don’t stop.”

God.

I pressed harder.
Faster.

My legs shook.
My toes curled.

I bit into the side of my hand.
Hard.

And then—
Release.

Warmth.
Waves.
Relief.

I held my breath, eyes closed, body still.

He was still talking.
Still unaware.

But I had just undone myself, not five meters from him.

And somehow, that made it even better.

I let my hand fall away.
My body relax.

I looked at him again.
Smiled softly.

Maybe later, when his call was done,
I’d walk over…
And tell him everything.

Or maybe I’d just keep this moment to myself.
A secret thrill.
A reminder of the power of want.

This is the end of Home Office Pleasure Story.

🔥 Written by the RoleplayInBed Team – Where fantasies come to life.