I was sitting on my bed procrastinating when the first message popped up. I’d swiped right with an older guy of about 50 just before. He’d looked debonair and self assured in his profile so I’d figured why not, not thinking any more about it.
He asked me what I was doing and I answered honestly. I was sitting on my bed as my roommate was studying at her desk. We chatted for a while getting the formalities out of the way. He was French it turned out and was an art appraiser. I was suitably impressed and honestly wondered why he’d wanted to chat to me. Then a message popped up that I had not been expecting.
‘Put your right hand down your pants.’
I told him that something had obviously been lost in translation. Perhaps it was an expression that had translated badly from French to English. He repeated the sentence followed by a message saying that he knew exactly what he’d said. I was so taken aback I didn’t know what to do. Surely I should end the conversation and block him, yet something was stopping me from doing just that. As if moving on its own my right hand slipped into the front of my sweat pants. I answered him.
‘my right hand is down my pants’
He approved and called me a ‘good girl’. This praise felt good, and a part of me wanted more. He told me to run my finger up and down my slit and I obeyed. Being told what to do like this was a new experience and I was finding myself enjoying it. My finger slid up and down with greater ease as I became more and more wet. My breathing was quickening and I had to be careful with my roommate nearby. Just then he sent another message that surprised me.
‘I think you secretly want your roommate to catch you. So slide your finger inside yourself and moan for me.’
I’m sure I was blushing judging by the heat in my cheeks as I read this. My heart was beating out of my chest and I was a little dizzy. Why was I doing this? It was wrong. It was dirty. I wasn’t this type of girl. In truth I didn’t really know what type of girl I was, I had only had sex a handful of times and each time I’d felt like a spectator. This was different however, I felt that his focus was entirely on me and what I was doing. It felt as if he was testing me, seeing how far I’d go. I responded.
‘I’m biting the collar of my jumper to muffle my moans’
He immediately responded with a ‘good girl’ and the excitement that phrase provoked in me coupled with my middle finger going into my pussy nearly got me caught. I moaned louder than I thought I would. My roommate slowly turned her head towards me and I covered it up by pretending to cough. She went back to her studying as the next message popped up.
‘You like me telling you how to touch yourself. Don’t you?’
I did, but it felt embarrassing telling him that. My finger was sliding in and out, slick with my wetness. I felt flushed and beads of sweat were building on my brow. His next message told me to insert a second finger. I obeyed and twined my index and middle fingers together going in and out of myself with them. I bit my collar tight and whimpered softly at the new intensity of the sensation. This was too risky, here I was none too subtly pleasuring myself as my roommate was studying mere metres away! And yet I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to. I needed to go on, needed to see where he was leading me. The next message popped up.
‘Put your pinky finger into your ass.’
This had to be a joke. I had never done anything like that before, hadn’t even thought about it. And yet… And yet I obeyed. I shifted my hand so my pinky finger was right at my asshole. Without thinking I pushed it in a little. I had never felt this before, there seemed to be an initial entrance which was tight and it pushed against my finger followed by a wider space beyond. The sensation was awkward but not as painful as I had thought. It was helped by the fact my pussy felt warm and very excited. Whatever pain my pinky caused was overwhelmed by warm pulses of pleasure from my pussy. I was whimpering, tears building at the corners of my eyes. I was close and I didn’t know what would happen when I came. The next message popped up.
‘Cum right there next to your roommate, see if you can resist moaning for long enough so she doesn’t catch you.’
At that I moved my fingers in and out even faster. With my thumb I was able to rub my clit and doing so only built up the pulsing waves that threatened to overwhelm me. I bit down on my collar, shut my eyes tight and moved my fingers in and out even faster. In my mind I was picturing his cock in place of my fingers. My heart was racing, I was sweating and my muscles tensed. The release was not sudden, but a slow wave that spread from between my thighs throughout my entire body. I bit down hard and stifled any moans though my fast breathing would have given me away if my roommate hadn’t been wearing her headphones. As my body relaxed I felt such a relief washing over me. I messaged him that I had cum and thanked him for the experience. Whatever temporary madness that had overcome me was fading away. His next message popped up and reminded me that there would be nothing temporary about this particular madness of mine.
‘Good Girl. Get dressed in nothing but heels, stockings and a trench coat and meet me at Russell Square Station in an hour.’
I was stunned but an inner part of me was excited. Whatever this was it wasn’t over yet. I got up, my legs a little shaky and went to my wardrobe. It was time to meet him, it was time to meet René Monfaucon in person.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/n6v21b/rené_monfaucon_part_1_an_unexpected_message_mf_m