On the Radio

I wrote before about working at a radio station late at night. Driving in from my girlfriend’s party two hours away, I used masturbation to stay awake while driving and it was one of the most exciting things I had ever done up to that point. It also relaxed me. After almost two hours of bringing myself close to and orgasm and then backing off, when I finally came it was such a release that I was more relaxed than ever when doing my live show. My station manager, David, reviewed my show tapes with me in our weekly meeting. He noticed the difference and encouraged me to keep doing whatever it was that made me sound that way.  So, I decided to incorporate it into my show.  I worked late. Usually 10pm or later I would start my show and hand off to the morning drive team just before 6am the next day. It was such a great radio station that I felt lucky and excited to work there. I almost froze when I opened the mike for my first live show. My voice trembled and I was so short of breath I could barely finish a sentence. But after several months when I had settled into a routine, the constant all nighters while also attending classes at the university, started to wear me down.  I was usually alone in the building during my show. The studio was on the second floor and the building was completely locked up and I had a warning light for anyone entering the front door on the first floor. If I wanted, I could get completely naked and still have time to recover before anyone got near the studio door.  It just made sense to take my manager’s advice and make my show better by sounding more relaxed. I tried having a couple of drinks before the show, but that just made me drowsy in the early morning hours and I would pee more, which can be a challenge when doing a set. Being thoughtful and trying to be professional about it, my first inclination was to completely avoid masturbating while on the air. After all, there was barely time to pee... But necessity won out. I started out with the occasional pre-show orgasm, usually before leaving my apartment, but sometimes in the car when running late. Some do their make-up while driving. I was doing myself. Why waste time on make-up when working alone and very late? Then it finally happened. I could actually work some me time into the actual show. It was New Years and I had to work. But there was a pre-recorded show planned for the night. Two full hours. All that I had to do was play the ads at the breaks and make announcements every 10 minutes or so. It was perfect! I wore a comfy denim skirt that would offer easy access. I wanted no evidence left in the studio. Imagine leaving a wet seat in the studio for the morning talent. Total humiliation. So, I carried a small sports bag with a change of clothes, extra panties, toiletries, cleaning wipes, and a towel.  I showed up and did shift change with the mellow-voiced, very laid back evening guy who was blessedly shy and uninterested in hanging out to chat. I heard him leaving the building before I even did the 10pm station announcement. Now I was alone and had a full 10 minutes to get everything set. My attention was torn between the building wetness and tingly clit below and the need to get everything in place to keep the show on schedule.  I lined up all the taped advertisements for the hour next to the studio console and did a quick rehearsal for the live break. Then I pulled the towel and the wipes from my bag, which made me even more excited just thinking about what I was about to do. I lined the seat of the studio chair with the towel, kicked off my sneakers, pulled off my panties, then lifted my skirt, sitting on the towel with my bare buns. My heart was pumping faster and I was nearly breathless, almost like that first night on the air, I could barely squeak out words at the first break. I calmed myself spreading my legs, softly stroking my labia while talking...mmmmm...there was that sultry relaxed voice! I may have even said “mmmm” but all I can remember is feeling such a powerful sexual high, like a surge all over my body. If only my manager could see me. He was probably listening. I managed to play all of the ads and introduced the next segment of the show, still massaging gently. Three of the six available phone lines lit up with waiting callers, which was normal. I always tried to answer as many calls as time allowed. Even being aroused and half-naked, I felt I should. I punched the button to answer the first line and was a little surprised that it was my boss, David. He said, “you sound good, again! Don’t fuck up tonight. Oh, and Happy New Years.” I wished him the same and he hung up. I answered the second call and it was a regular caller. He said he didn’t care for the pre-recorded shit and wanted to hear my regular show. I was stroking away by now and I pushed one finger between my inner lips, putting pressure on my clit with the underside of my thumb, shuddering and unable to stifle a low, unmistakably sexual moan.  “Hey, wow. That was sexy, girlfriend. Like, that’s the way you sound now...”  I cut him off. “You know it’s you. I just pretend I’m trying to seduce you on a first date.”  We always teased each other on these late night calls, though we never actually met.  I pushed my finger in, feeling the silky, warm wetness of my own pussy and gasped. “Are you working out?” “Don’t you wish you knew.” “Hey, you know I have an imagination and right now...” “I’m just imagining sex with you, ok?” “Good! And on our first date.” “Keep dreaming, gotta run. mwuah!” “Talk again later?” “Sure! Bye for now.” The third caller gave up, but the first line lit up again. I answered and it was a friend. “Happy New Years! Sorry you have to work.” “Hi, Steve! Great to hear from you!l “Hey, my girlfriend would love to meet you and see the studio. We could have our own little party with you!” “Fuck yeah, Steve. You can watch me do myself until just before midnight and then have a fucking explosive orgasm with me on the air!” Steve almost choked.  I could hear his girlfriend asking what I said. He laughed “wait...” She asked “are we going?” “Tell her yes, Steve. But get wait until 11:30. It’s kind of boring up here, really.” “OK, great! We’ll see you then!” I hung up and looking at the clock noticed it was almost 10:30. Time to break in for another station ID and a weather report. I slide a second finger into myself, hearing very wet sexual noises coming from my finger fucking.  Not something I wanted to broadcast. I was nearly panting and needed to slow down. My fingers were a mess when I brought them up to my mouth and tasted my own juices.  Mmmm.  I cleaned up my fingers and cruised through the weather report. The whole studio smelled of sex. My voice was like a purr now, seductive and warm. I couldn’t help myself. As soon as the pre-recorded show was back on, I double checked the mike to make sure it wasn’t live. No lube needed now, I was ready. My fingers slide in easily, two at first, pumping myself in rhythm with Collective Soul singing “Shine” Now I wanted to cum with that song and fixated on that, rubbing tight fast circles around my clit and pushing a third finger into my sopping, sloshing sex...panting...throwing my head back and screaming out loud “fuuuckkk” as I came with the song winding down.   I lost all sense of time, but had enough presence of mind to know that song was only the second of a four song set, so there was time for me to come down and clean up a little. I wonder now. If Steve had taken me seriously, could I have come with him and his girlfriend watching later that night. Maybe the three of us could have done it together and opened up the mike for a real rockin’ New Years.