The first provocations

(Fiction with one foot in reality) Those who know me know that I love to provoke people until they reveal their most libidinous and secretive side, and I do this on social media, in chat rooms and wherever it's possible, and that's how one day I provoked a woman in a chat room, and I noticed that she was there, in a room intended for bisexuals, but she didn't say anything, even when urged to do so by someone. Her nickname (which I'll change here) was <unk>recatada<unk>, and that alone was enough to ignite my impulse to know how far she could go. "What's a recluse doing in a room of open bisexuals? Is it rusty horny, or a mad urge to know more about cocksucking?" I wrote, waiting for her to respond; at first she remained silent, but suddenly she responded by writing, "I'm just observing! Is there a problem with that?" I laughed to myself, because I realized that she had taken the bait. <unk>No way! But I think that if a hard-on must be in the clouds!<unk>, I replied with several emoticons. <unk>Ah, yes! How do you know that I have a hard-on?<unk>, she wrote. I took a while, just to provoke her even more, until finally I wrote: <unk>If it is not, tell me that the popes here do not leave you with wet panties?<unk>. Without answering, she simply left the room! I was somewhat puzzled and assumed that, or she was offended, or indeed she was excited! I stayed logged in for some more time, without creating expectations that she would return ..., but she reappeared, giving me a hello! and I answered that she would manifest and the following conversation was transcribed as follows: Her: How did you know I was excited? I didn't get it, I just felt it. She: Really? What's that, huh? And I'm excited right now? Me: Not only is she excited, I think she's out of her panties because she must have gotten wet! She: You're such an abuser! How dare you say that? You're not even sure! I dare you to prove you 're wearing underwear . (At this moment, there was a communication silence, but I still believed what he had said.) She: All right! You won! I'm not wearing any underwear, yes! Did you like it? Me: I just didn't like it because I can't see! The conversation went smoother, with exchanges of kindness and other amenities, including age information, where she found out that I was much older than her; at one point, she revealed a desire; she told me that she would like to talk to an experienced man because she had a number of questions and curiosities that could not be answered in that environment. How am I not supposed to know that you're a freak and you want to rape me? Me: You just won't know, unless you run the risk of meeting me. I wrote down the address, left the chat room and entered my personal email, typing her address and sending a message with the data she requested. In a few minutes, she answered; she said her name was Irina (fictitious name, of course!) and gave me her mobile number, asking me to add her to the <unk>Telegram<unk> app. I wasted no time in answering her request and soon we were talking through the app; Irina was objective, stating that she had some curiosities about sexuality and wanted to know if I could help her, as long as there was nothing more than that. I accepted, although my perverted mind was already working out some possibilities. So we made an appointment for the next day, late in the afternoon in a coffee shop that I indicated myself. And to recognize each other, we agreed to wear t-shirts of a not very well-known brand; I accepted since, luckily, I had a T-shirt of that brand. The next day, at the appointed time, I was sitting at the table, sipping a delicious espresso and waiting for my new friend to arrive. As soon as she entered I recognized her by her dress; Irina was a beautiful, graceful, chubby girl with large breasts and a charming smile; she must have been between thirty and thirty-five and her red-dyed hair gave her an even more jovial and relaxed look. We greeted each other with kisses on the cheeks and she sat down; I offered her coffee, which she accepted asking for it to be with milk. After some relaxed chat, Irina felt the urge to confess her doubts to me ..., and it was a very interesting conversation. -Well, I didn't tell you, but I'm an evangelical <unk> she began, explaining <unk> I'm engaged to a guy, and we promised that we would only have sex after marriage ..., only I ..., I learned that he didn't fulfill the agreement ..., and cheated on me with my friend ... - Your best friend? I interrupted, curious to know. -No, no ..., just a friend <unk> she answered a little grumpy <unk> Although she was more his friend than mine ..., in the end, it made me sad and upset and I had the desire to give in exchange ... I interrupted her again, a little hastily. - Yes and no <unk> she replied, shrinking as if ashamed <unk> Actually ..., upon learning of the betrayal, I was ..., well ..., you know ... - Excited, wasn't it? I completed your sentence, feeling an itch inside. -I think that's what it was <unk> she blurted out, sighing, but still tense <unk> My sexual experience was minimal until today ..., a few dates, kisses and caresses ..., and a single experience ... -Whom I dealt with as soon as I rushed the story, because I couldn't stand curiosity. -With a cousin <unk> she answered, even more stubborn <unk> But, it was a rather hasty thing and I didn't feel much pleasure ..., so all this my curiosity ..., to know if it's really ..., well, I mean ... Well, before you go on, I'll tell you that it's one of the best things in life, as long as it's done well, with foreplay, with affection and also with desire! Irina fell silent and looked at me with an expression of curiosity as well as excitement; she could no longer hide the desire she had for a really worthwhile sexual experience. "My love, you can't explain something that needs to be felt!" I replied in a playful tone. She insisted, more curious than insecure. - Let's do the following <unk> I replied to her <unk> If you agree we can do some games at a distance ..., that is, you in your house and I in mine ..., what do you think? "You mean, without us being together?" she asked a little anxiously. Tell me, do you live alone? -No, sir <unk> she answered <unk> I live with my parents ..., but, they are traveling ..., doing a cruise ..., why? -Tonight we could talk <unk> I started to explain <unk> I ask you to do some things, and you tell me what you felt ..., what do you think? -Well ..., it looks cool! <unk> she replied <unk> This makes it easier ..., but it's only an audio call, no video, right? -Whatever you think is best <unk> I amended agreeing <unk> So, tonight, I'll call you and start, can be? Ah! But, there's one thing ..., you can take a long bath and relax ok? Irina agreed with a hint of joy in her voice; we finished our drinks, I paid the bill, and we said goodbye at the cafeteria door with new kisses on our faces. I went home, imagining various things to warm the mood of that inexperienced woman. I dined quietly, and after relaxing by smoking a cigarette, I called Irina. She answered with a voice that denounced her excitement. "Have you showered yet, my dear?" I asked, starting our little game. "Yes, and it was a good bath!" she replied with a wistful tone. - What are you wearing now? -Oh, I'm wearing a white T-shirt and black panties <unk> she informed me <unk> Why? - I want you to take off your underpants ... only the underpants I reported. There was an interregnum where I thought she had given up, but then I found out she was still there. "Okay, I took it! Now what?" she said. Caress your vagina... go on... feel the details, the lips, the clitoris... you know where it is... play with it if you can, massage it with gentle, circular movements or in any other way... do this for a while and tell me what you're feeling. -Wow! How delicious! - she exclaimed in a low voice. - The clitoris is that little thing that looks like a miniature penis, no ..., Whoa! What a delicious shiver! Ahn ..., Ahn ..., yes! Whoa! How good! She got wet ..., is that so? - Yes ..., it's like that <unk> I answered <unk> Now, stick your middle finger inside her and let her get used to the invader. -Wiiiiiiiiiiii! What is that? It's very good <unk> she said, already in a hoarse voice <unk> Oh! It's delicious ..., what do I do now? -Put one more finger and start making movements in and out <unk> I explained <unk> but, do it slowly, without hurry ..., when you feel like you can increase the speed ... Irina didn't say anything else, just moaned like crazy, sighed and moaned again, until she let out a shrill, muffled scream, denouncing that she had reached climax. I asked if she had enjoyed, and Irina told me that she had, and that it was a delicious feeling. I then told her that she could do it whenever she wanted, because it was a way to get pleasure without having to have sex with someone. I also explained how to play with her nipples to increase pleasure and pointed out some "erotic toys" that she could buy on the Internet. "Could you buy these toys for me?" she asked, swallowing the words, denoting how embarrassed she was. I answered yes, and asked how I could deliver them; she replied that it could be in person, if I accepted, which I agreed to plan. We said goodbye that night, with her thanking me: "Thank you ..., thank you very much! " , I returned the thanks and hung up the phone. I was so excited that I could not resist and started masturbating ..., I imagined that naked woman caressing and reaching orgasm and I was very mad! And I was about to joke, when the mobile vibrated ..., it was Irina! -Hello, darling! <unk> I answered with a gasping voice <unk> Could you wait a little... "What are you doing?" she asked, curious. - The same thing you did a little while ago <unk> I replied, persisting in the punch <unk> I'm masturbating and I'm almost enjoying ... "May I see? ..., I mean ..., only your ..., paint?" she said, with an indecisive tone. Quickly, I hung up and started a video call; soon she answered, and I positioned the phone so that she could only see my hard roll being handled vigorously; I continued with the punch, until I ended up mocking, sighing deeply, while the semen was projected on all sides; I didn't bother to clean myself, and without looking at her, I said I would hang up and video call, to call back ... then that's what I did. She said as soon as she picked up the phone. - Did you really like it? <unk> I asked carefully <unk> I mean, weren't you upset or disgusted by what you saw? "No way!" she replied, resolute. "I've seen a man's hair before, but I've never seen anyone make fun of their own hands. - Thank you! <unk> I answered <unk> but, you had called me, hadn't you? -Not really <unk> she replied <unk> I just wanted to hear you one more time ..., now, I'm going to sleep.