My Tinder Experience [f/m]

Hi there,

It's 4 in the morning and I can't sleep because I've been thinking about what happened to me yesterday (well, the day before) and I wanted to share.

So I met a guy on Tinder, clearly stating that both he and I just wanted to hook up. He asked me to come over, and despite my shyness I went. The drive was an hour long, so I was grumbling to myself, "it better be worth it damnit!" the whole time.

He came out to meet me in front of his house, dressed in a T-shirt and gym shorts, and I had my tightest yoga pants on with a low cut tank top to show off my DD's that he said he enjoyed in our little text chat a couple hours before. I'm only 5'3 but he looked a good foot taller than me, and he was definitely a regular at the gym. The first thing that came to mind when I saw him was Khal Drogo in real life. Not insanely buff, but enough to make me swoon.

I on the other hand felt a little self conscious. I've been working out three times a week, but I'm still roughly 170 pounds mostly in my thighs and breasts. I had put my hair up into a ponytail since I figured it would get a little hot that night.

Strangely enough I didn't feel nervous. He smiled at me, I said "Hey! Wassup?" Trying to be cool and not fuck everything up before I got into the door, and we went inside. His place was surprisingly clean, bare for the most part, but just enough for us tonight. All of the lights were off, and the scene gave me a feeling of anticipation. We sat on the couch watching a terrible movie on Netflix talking a little bit, gradually moving closer to each other.

Finally he laughed at me trying to scoot closer to him and pulled me down to cuddle in his arms. I stopped making up terrible stories at that point, and enjoyed the feeling of his rising and falling chest while he gently traced one area of my ass. At first I didn't notice it so much, but I gradually found myself focusing on his touch as it went into a rough grab and back to a slight graze. I lifted my hips so he could grab onto more, and after a good while of teasing and my breath getting a little bit quicker, he shifted his body underneath me.

I took it as the perfect opportunity to look at him, biting my lip, and suddenly lips were on lips, his hands pulled me up to get a full grip of my ass, and I was grinding on his leg without a second thought. I had never in my life been kissed with such intensity. He was very good. He was sucking on my lip, pressing against me. Every time we came up for air our foreheads were pressed together and then we went back at it.

Soon enough we broke our frantic make out for him to breathe, "Its your turn to make a move." I don't know why but the deep growl in his voice made me gasp and shiver, and I felt put up to the test. I started kissing him again, but lowered myself slowly, making a trail of kisses down his clothes to the rock hard present awaiting me. Without a moment's hesitation I pulled off his shorts and slipped dick out of his boxers, springing out to greet me. I instantly popped it into my mouth, trying to get as deep as I could. I didn't really think about getting a measurement, but I couldn't fit the whole thing in my mouth without gagging a little. He didn't seem to mind, until I came back up and told him, "Your turn."

He grabbed my waist and tossed me backwards. Now I was the one on the bottom and he was in full control, kissing me, sucking on my neck gently, ripping off my shirt and bra that I foolishly thought would last a bit longer. It didn't take long before he took off my pants and pulled me off the couch. He led me in silence, both of us panting and still grabbing at each other with our lips begging for kisses. His shirt was off, and he guided me smoothly to his room in pitch black darkness. The only light was a blinded window with the occasional car passing by. He backed me up slowly until I landed on his bed, and he laid me down, giving me kisses down my belly to my black thong that was the only piece of clothing I had left. I held my breath as he kissed the very top of the fabric, then got lower and lower and lower. By the time he arrived at my clit, I let out a deep moan that made my eyes roll back. The panties didn't last long either.

He tore off the panties and pulled me off the bed gently, then laid down on his back, waiting for me to hop on. I had no hesitation, even if my riding skills were not up to par. I didn't tell him that, and I was not going to disappoint. He slipped on a condom from who knows where and I tried to ride like a champ. I swirled my hips back and forth. I used my thighs to slide up and down his pole. I slowed down and sped up when he asked through his heavy breathing. He asked me to slow down some more, and we interlaced our fingers as we kissed ferociously once again while I wiggled my hips slowly. We let our hands go once or twice so he could grab my ass and thrust hard into me. Every thrust he gave me made me moan.

He told me to ride him reverse cowgirl, and I gave it my all. He especially loved it when I lifted my hips all the way to where he was almost out, and then ever so slowly push all the way down to the hilt. I have never felt so much in sex before. He let out, "Oh fuck you're good at that." What a sexy confidence booster.

Finally I asked him to fuck me hard doggy style, and he obliged. I moaned into his bed while I felt the tension rise within me while his breaths became harsher and shorter. Finally my body gave way and my whole body tensed while an orgasm overtook me. He didn't last much longer either, and he nearly collapsed after letting out his last moan.

Both of us were hot, sweaty, and tired. He excused himself to the bathroom and I went back to the living room to collect my clothes. I didn't want to overstay my welcome after all. I only just put on my panties when he crept up behind me and grabbed my ass again, and I turned around to kiss him just a bit more. I had to pull away though; I needed to go another hour back to my home. I giggled.

"What are you giggling about?" He asked.

"The drive was worth it," I admitted and he chuckled.

He was silent while I dressed, and put on his shorts to see me out the door. I gave him a quick thanks and left. Only 15 minutes into the drive did I realize I had no clue what his name was, and was laughing to myself for a good five minutes trying to remember it.

Sadly he unmatched me this morning, but oh well. C'est la vie. On to the next one :)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3cwhw2/my_tinder_experience_fm