Virgin's scent
A dating site is like a drug. You tell yourself a hundred times: I won't click here ever again! But every time the melancholy and loneliness return, you break your "vow," because you once again need a certain dose of online communication with all its consequences, as overcoming this hormonal "withdrawal" is practically impossible.
On the other hand – what's so bad about it? It's winter outside, decent girls are staying home, and your dick demands its due regardless of the season!
It was another dreary Saturday in the gray December of St. Petersburg. We set the search parameters: looking to meet a girl from 21 to 25, with a photo, currently online. Let's go! The mood
was below the baseboard, and the soul craved a celebration. "This one is too pretentious; this one is too plain; this one clearly sits here for days without the right to a date; this one is just a country bumpkin…" On dating sites, essentially the same "pick-up rules" apply as in real-life encounters: originality, non-intrusiveness, non-obsessiveness – things that girls have always fallen for since time immemorial (most of them).And there she is! A potential victim! "The smartest, the most beautiful, the most – the most (and similar female nonsense)… and the most important line in her profile: heterosexual experience: none" Oh, girl! With this information, you've sealed the fate of your innocence. Although, maybe that's what she wanted…
No "hi, how are you" or "why is such a good girl sitting on such a bad site," or "it's Saturday, and you're sitting at home"… All that is complete nonsense that instantly lands you on the blacklist. After carefully studying her profile, nothing special, standard; the photos are clearly not Paris or Madrid, just simple gatherings at the dacha. We draw a conclusion (just don't be stupid, all this isn't done over an hour but in 2 minutes, while the beauty is online): a short message testing for courage: "Hi (smiley). What are you doing tonight?" That's it. She'll look at your profile, and if she likes your appearance, she'll definitely answer (+/- adjustment for her mood). If not – "return to search results."
Five minutes later: "Hi ) Haven't decided yet." This means the girl is clearly bored and waiting for an original offer, or just a bold proposal. But, I won't delve into the details of the correspondence, otherwise it won't be a narrative anymore, but a manual for online communication. The main goal of all this "keyboard pounding": a simple formula of 11 digits like +7 XXX XX – XX – XX. And then live communication and setting the place and time for a date.
And here it is, the intriguing and exciting moment! How much will your expectations be met? Does the photo, edited in Photoshop, match what you'll see in reality? Quiet. She's coming! Oh! She did everything to strike you at first glance! Put on a short fur coat and tight jeans to highlight her, apparently, main asset – a round, firm ass! Stop! Look at the face and smile. Pretty, rosy cheeks, eyes sparkling, smiling. In general, identification 100%.
"Well, hello! How did you get here?" – the first word must definitely come from the man. Twenty minutes later we were already sitting in a cafe, warming up with hot coffee, and Galya (that's her name) was telling me about her studies, work, hard life in general, and I was also feeding her all sorts of nonsense. After that, I made a rational proposal: "Why don't we go to a disco?!" After brief hesitation and, in the end, not finding a compelling reason to refuse, Galya signed up for this debauchery.
Galya was modest until the second glass of martini. After the third – she clung to me during a slow dance as if I were the last male on the planet! And I savored the scent of her innocence, pressing tightly against her excited tits. Honestly, I had also drunk so much by then that I wanted to possess her right on the dance floor. Galya trusted me completely, I don't know if it was through drunken eyes or if she made a note in her diary today: lose virginity, who knows. But during the dances, I thoroughly explored her ass and didn't encounter a single bit of resistance.
Galya probably doesn't remember how we ended up in a taxi racing through nighttime St. Petersburg to my lair. But she kissed so fiercely, she just couldn't get enough of me. And such passion aroused me immensely. Strange, she was already 24, and she didn't look like a little girl, and she reasoned so maturely (when sober), but as soon as I slipped my hands into her panties, felt that fluffy, warm, innocent pussy, the girl literally trembled and melted in my hands.
At home, naturally, everything was already prepared: the bed made, wine in the fridge, because preparations for the sacrifice in front of the victim herself might scare the latter.
So as not to embarrass the girl, I dimmed the lights and we started kissing again like spring rabbits. Without breaking from the process, I carefully unbuttoned Galya's blouse and began gently stroking the moist, firm, hot tits of size 3. My other hand had already made its way into her fly, and there a small, fluffy pussy was already flowing from new sensations. And now, with a light movement of the hand, the blouse and lace bra released these two unconquered peaks into freedom!
Galya got a taste for it! She leaned back on the sofa back, offering her body for further experiments. And I began licking her breasts, slowly descending down her stomach to the main goal of our journey. We no longer needed the pants. The panties, slightly sticking to the wet pussy, seemed reluctant to fully expose this untouched womb.
And so, it happened! Naked Galya lay on my bed, shyly squeezing her legs, one hand covering her virgin pussy, the other – her excited nipples. Here, I militantly shed my clothes and, without any further foreplay, spread her legs and began working her hole with my finger.
Clenching her teeth, Galya moaned quietly as I slowly inserted my 20-centimeter cock into her narrow pussy. She gripped the sofa back with her hands and arched like a kitten when I went in very deep. And yet, female physiology is simply made for love and adapts very quickly to all movements. I checked, there was no blood, so I could calmly continue what I started, making sure the girl felt good.
I put Galya on all fours and drove my cock into her more confidently. Embracing her with one hand around the waist and the other on her breast, I let her feel maximum closeness. Yeah, this is definitely way cooler than online correspondence, and certainly better than jerking off while looking at the TOP-100 on a dating site.
Galya turned out to be a tough nut to crack; I couldn't bring her to orgasm through intercourse. But as if wanting to teach this girl as much as possible, I spread her legs and began licking her wet pussy. Her body already smelled completely different, it was the scent of a real woman, no longer a girl, and a perfectly normal feeling of pride flashed through my head, or somewhere else…
Well, since we moved on to licking our intimate places, I suggested Galya also taste my cock.
Galya first examined thoroughly what she was being offered to suck, shook it a little, and, making sure it didn't bite, carefully licked the head of the cock with her tongue. My cock suited her taste, and the girl first sucked it once, then got down to work thoroughly. It's like giving meat to a kitten for the first time: the information that it's tasty is in its genes. So a girl easily copes with the assigned task, although the first time she does it awkwardly.
The next day I took Galya to the movies, then to a restaurant, and a week later we started dating.
A dating site is a drug. Overdose is fraught with addiction and atrophy of the natural desire to meet a girl on the street, in the metro, or at a disco. Personally, I prefer real-life acquaintance to virtual. But, as they say, the ways of the Lord are inscrutable…