How I [M] got over a breakup by getting under the hot teenage bartender [F]

I had a really awkward and disappointing tinder date tonight. She was as pretty as her pictures but in person there was absolutely no chemistry what so ever. Its been a couple of weeks since I last got laid but there was no way tonight was going anywhere good. After bailing I ended up at home and started thinking about how well things could have gone – so here’s the first tinder date I ever had and definitely one of the best.

 

I was backpacking at the time, which is awesome and if you get the chance you should do it. I needed a couple of years to get my career and finances sorted so didn’t end up on a proper long trip till my late 20s but I had a blast and met plenty of older and younger people doing the same thing. Lots of people can articulate the massive character benefits of travel far more eloquently than I can so I’ll stick to the bit you’re probably interested in – its really easy to get laid. On top of there being cheap alcohol everywhere, people’s inhibitions are lower when there’s no chance their friends, family or colleagues will hear about what and who they’ve done. No responsibility, no reputation to worry about or appearance to keep up and an atmosphere that encourages constant hedonism tends to result in a lot more fun than normal.

 

I’d been away from home for about 2 months at that point and, despite what I just said about it being easy to get laid, I hadn’t figured that out yet and it’d been a dry run. I’d had a pretty rough breakup not long before leaving and since then I’d not really been up for it. After a bit too much frustration I ended up getting very stoned on the bank of a nameless little river and gave myself a 90s sports movie style pep talk that I’m incredibly glad no one else saw. I resolved to stop being a moron and start making the most of what was actually a pretty great time.

 

After being a gentleman of leisure for that long, besides the lack of action, I was in pretty good condition. I’d gone from a high stress, long hours job to a much easier life. Swimming in the ocean, laying in the sun, eating better and walking, hiking or otherwise exercising every day. I’m 6’4, not bad looking and had a mop of messy dark hair with a bit of muscle to fill me out. I’d grown a messy beard and had a decent tan for the first time in my life.

 

Having decided it was time to get out and get laid I did what any reasonable man would do and downloaded tinder. Why I didn’t have it from day one remains a mystery to me… After finding few photos of me not looking stupid I was set to go. Lounging on the side of the same South East Asian river as the night before I ordered a few drinks and started seeing what who was around. Within about half an hour or so I’d swiped yes to probably three quarters of the women I’d seen with no real idea of what would happen next.

 

While deciding whether I was going to go for women who clearly didn’t speak English well enough to flirt with properly my screen went dark and a match popped up. Emma was slim, with piercings everywhere, a pastel green/blue pixie cut, pale skin and lots of tattoos. Damn… I’d been a suit and tie guy for the last few years and tended to run in circles full of professional women. I am the first to appreciate a woman looking good in office wear. Stockings and pencil skirts will get me off topic and fantasising about a team trip to the stairwell as much as the next guy but I’d always had a thing for scene girls. Despite a couple of close calls I’d never managed to get one into bed before but it was pretty high on my to do list.

 

Having gone back and forth through her pictures a few times looking for a trigger for a witty comment I realised I had a bit of a dicey call to make. She was 19, almost a decade younger than me. Did this make me a scumbag? I was pretty conflicted and am not sure what would have happened if I’d been left to my own devices. Fortunately, and this has barely ever happened since, she messaged me first and was flirty right away. We chatted back and forth over the next hour, moving from tinder to texting and dropping more and more innuendo. I discovered that she was taking a few months off of travelling and had gotten a gig as a part time bartender in exchange for room, board and booze – a pretty sweet deal when you took into account the location. We’d both admitted to not having gotten laid in longer than we’d like so I asked her if she felt like getting together and helping each other out of our own personal deserts.

 

After a much longer pause than we’d had between our earlier messages a photo popped onto my screen. I recognised the tattoos from a bikini shot on her profile. She’d sent me a selfie angled to hide her face but to show almost everything else, with a hand covering her pussy and a mirror behind her showing a fantastic little ass. Before I could craft a suitably impressed response she sent me the address of the bar she was working at and told me it was quiet enough that she could finish in about an hour. I charged back to my hostel, showered, man-scaped for the first time in months and changed into the closest I had to clean clothes. One of the hostel workers gave me a lift to the other end of town on his moto and I walked in to the bar less than 30 minutes from when I’d received her picture.

 

She was facing away from me when I walked in and the first things I noticed were that her hair was a different shade of green and her shorts were tight enough to leave me in no doubt that the picture she’d sent me was legit. Besides a table of older travellers sitting out on the deck the place was deserted – leaving just the two of us inside. She turned around, smiled and walked up to me, leaning in for a kiss on the cheek before pulling me over to the bar and pouring me a drink. I admitted that this was the first time I’d met someone off the internet and she teased me about getting out of touch in my old age. She had this amazing soft British accent that combined perfectly with the double-entendres and dirty jokes she kept making. Within a few minutes I was totally at ease and flirting back just as hard. She came around the bar, sat next to me and I put an arm around her and pulled her close.

 

Emma’s hand slid over onto my thigh and she looked up at me with a devilish little grin that definitely got my blood pumping. She leaned into me and I realised she wasn’t wearing a bra under her t-shirt as her breast rubbed against my chest. I snaked my hand down from her shoulder and started to rub the side of her other breast, lightly enough to look innocent at first then harder as I leant down and kissed her. She tasted like whisky and apples. She traced the outline of my cock through my pants while I sucked on her lower lip then gently squeezed me as I pressed my tongue past her lips. My right hand was continuing to explore her firm little breast and I discovered that the piercings weren’t limited to her face and ears when I pinched her long, firm nipple and felt a steel bar poking out of either side.

 

We continued making out right there at the bar till we head chairs scraping across the floor and saw the only customers wave good bye and make their way out the door. Emma called out to the kitchen and a local woman came out and sat behind the bar, engrossed in her phone within seconds. Emma took me by the hand and led me out onto the deck then down a little path towards a smaller building. As she was walking in front of me I sized her up properly – she was petite, probably about 5’5” or a shade taller and very slim. Her legs were long for her size and her ass seemed to disproportionately round and plump. Once we were round a corner from the bar I spun her around and pulled her into my arms so I could kiss her properly. She wrapped her arms around my neck and, without saying anything, I put my hands under her ass and lifted her up – pulling her thighs towards me so she could wrap them around my waist. Without breaking the kiss I spun around and pushed her against the wall – feeling her moan around my tongue. I kept her pinned there and slid a hand up, under her t-shirt and cupped her breast. It was round, high and firm and her nipple was rock hard between my fingers. I squeezed, feeling her nipple stick out between two fingers then pinching them together until she started to grind herself against me. She tangled a hand in my hair, pulling it back and taking a breath. “Carry me inside?”

 

She directed me up the stairs till we got to a small room at the top of the building with big windows looking out over the rice fields. I recognised the mirror from the photo she sent me earlier and remembered that this girl had basically decided to fuck me before she even met me – it was a massive turn on. I sat her down on the edge of her bed and came down on top of her with her arms and legs still wrapped around me. We started to get more and more urgent, biting necks, nibbling ears and running our hands down each other’s bodies. She pulled my shirt off me and started lightly scratching my back and pinching one of my nipples. She bit my earlobe (huge weakness!) and whispered how wet she’d been while we were messaging each other and how relieved she was that the bar had emptied out for us like that.

 

I lifted myself up off of her long enough to pull off her t-shirt and looked down at her. Her shorts were pulled up tight into her crotch showing off smooth pale thighs and a small but visible wet patch on the front of the fabric. Her belly was flat with colourful sailor jerry style tattoos up the right side of her body. Her breasts were amazing. If I had to choose I’d probably say I normally like women with larger breasts but these were perfect little B cups. After a few seconds of wondering how they could be so firm and high on her chest while still being round and soft I realised that this is what I’d been missing out on at high school and in the years immediately afterwards. Any lingering doubts about the age difference were long gone. The piercings through her nipples were really well done, shiny and solid while still looking delicate and feminine. I leant down and took one in my mouth and the other between my fingers, pinching, rolling, sucking and biting till she was thrusting herself up against my thigh and pulling my face against her with both hands.

 

As she seemed so turned on I pushed her further up the bed then lifted her thighs up with one hand, pulling down her shorts and panties with the other. Her pussy was beautiful. It had been a while since I’d seen one in the flesh but I recognised beauty when I saw it. She’d clearly shaved that day, and had just a hint of pink between tight outer lips that met at a tiny, tight little peak. What really took me to another level was the piercing through the hood of her clit. Something about a pierced woman really gets me going and, after feeling her tongue stud and running my fingers over the rings in her ears, nose and belly button this was still a whole new level of arousal.

 

I’d normally start slow and work my way up her thighs, teasing her outer lips before slipping the tip of my tongue into her and drawing things out as long as possible before moving onto her clit. This time was a bit different. I pressed the flat of my tongue against the base of her pussy and slid it up her, flicking the shiny metal ring at the top. I repeated that over and over, pushing my tongue against her harder and harder each time. Soon I was parting her lips each time and pushing the hood back off her clit for longer and longer at the top of each stroke. As she started to moan more and more loudly I slid a finger into her, pressing in and out as her tight little cunt slowly let me in. I locked my lips around her clit and sucked it gently, teasing it with the tip of my tongue. As she got used to my finger inside her I started getting rougher with her clit, making the same movements against it harder and harder. I could feel her legs straining as she started to shake underneath me. My tongue was pressing against her clit the whole time now, moving around and across it in little broken circles as I forced a second finger between her lips. She called out something wordless and raw and shook hard enough that I could barely keep my mouth on her. She pulled my face up to her and kissed me, licking her juices off my face and panting like she’d just sprinted up a mountain.

 

I reached down to stroke her pussy and she winced slightly, saying that whenever she came from playing with her clit she got a bit too sensitive for it to be touched for a while afterwards. I must have looked a bit crestfallen because she kissed me again, saying it wouldn’t last long and that it still left so many other things for us to try. She straddled me and pushed me back onto the bed. I lifted my hips and let her pull my shorts off. There was a huge wet patch on the front of my boxers. I make a lot of precum and she seemed to find it hilarious, sucking it off the material and licking my cock through the thin material. After a minute or two of that torture she pulled my boxers down and rammed my cock straight into her mouth as deep as she could. She gagged straight away, coughing around my cock and going bright red. She recovered pretty fast and took things much slower on the second attempt and suddenly everything was amazing.

 

She spat all over my cock and used the saliva as lube, pumping her hand up and down my shaft. Leaning forward, she started running her tongue around the head of my cock in tighter and tighter circles till she was rubbing it across the very tip. Then all of a sudden she pressed down, sliding me into her mouth much deeper than before. She stopped most of the way down and slid back up till just the head was still in her mouth. Her hand dropped down and cupped my balls as she took a few big breaths then started to slide down again. This time she pressed past where she’d stopped before and, almost before I knew what was going on, her lips were pressed against my pelvis. She grunted in victory and I felt the humming noise vibrate from the base of my cock to the tip. It was pretty amazing. She slowly slid up, sucking all the way, till my head popped out of her mouth – long strands of spit and precum running down her chin and dripping onto her perky little tits.

 

I grabbed her head and pulled it to me, kissing her deeply while she stroked my cock with both hands. She leant back over me and slid my cock back into her throat. This time I felt something different. She was thrashing her tongue against the underside of my cock while her face was pressed against me! After two months of nothing but jerking off I was never going to last long and this was already starting to get me pretty close. I told her I was going to cum if she didn’t slow down and but that just seemed to spur her on to go faster. She started jiggling my balls in her hand and sucking harder and harder. Each time she pulled back she sucked the head of my cock so hard it almost hurt, never letting it out of her mouth before diving back down. As I felt my balls tighten I pushed her off me so she fell back onto the ground. I knelt over her and a massive blast of cum splattered across her face, covering her cheek, her forehead and ending in her hair. She might have been a bit stunned but I felt two months of frustration finally getting the some release. The next blast hit her neck and splashed up her chin with enough force to splatter down across the rest of her throat. She pushed her hands up under her tits and I directed the rest back and forth across her heaving little chest. After what felt like a full minute I finally ran out of cum, dripping on her belly and sneakily landing some on the little piercing in her belly button. I kind of liked the idea of that staying on her for a while.

 

After a few moments I reached down and helped her up, sitting her on my lap and holding her with one arm while gently wiping the cum away from her eye with my other hand. She smiled up at me and playfully licked some of the cum off my fingers, staring up at me as she swallowed it. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. She bounced up, grabbed her t-shirt off the floor and wiped self off – leaving faint streaks of cum that shone where they caught the light. After grabbing a bottle of water we collapsed back onto her bed and she busied herself rolling us a joint while I marvelled at amazingly well things had turned out.

 

We smoked up and cuddled for a while, tickling and teasing each other. I don’t smoke much so don’t have much of a tolerance and felt pretty great. It wasn’t long before spooning turned into my cock rubbing between her thighs while she arched back, kissing me while I massaged her firm little tits. I pressed one hand between her legs, slowly sliding my fingers into her while the other moved from her nipples to her throat and back again. Emma was bucking and moaning like wild and my cock was back to full strength, grinding into her ass. She wrapped her hand around my dick and squeezed, pressing the head between her slick thighs. Thankfully my pants were on the floor, just within reach, and I managed to get a condom out of my pocket before either of us got too carried away. As I rolled it down my shaft Emma lay back on the bed and slowly spread her legs for me.

 

I climbed onto her and stroked my dick up and down her lips, getting ready to push into her tight little pussy snatch. I slowly pushed the head into her and she moaned, squeezing my arms and rolling her head back for a moment. I waited just long enough for her to open her eyes again and smile before pushing deeper. She was so tight that I only got about three inches in before having to pause again. I pulled most of the way out and started pressing in and out as gently and slowly as I could manage. After a minute her pussy seemed to relax slightly and she started bucking her hips up at me, fucking back a little. Despite the fact that I’d only gotten about half way into her that was about all the restraint I had in me. I dropped down onto my forearms, pressed my mouth onto hers and slammed my cock all the way into her. She gasped hard, clawing my shoulders while I bit her neck and ground against her. As I pulled back I felt her pussy squeezing and sucking at my shaft. I lifted my head and saw she had her eyes squeezed shut and her jaw clenched. Worrying I’d gotten a bit carried away I froze and asked her if she was ok. She moaned something softly and grabbed my ass, pulling me back into her as she took big breaths in and out. After stroking all the way in and out of her almost painfully slowly she opened her eyes and wrapped her legs around me, holding me tight against her. “I need to be on top, this is too much.”

 

I kept hold of Emma and rolled onto my back, carrying her onto me so she was straddling me with her head pressed against my chest. She slowly straightened up, sitting back on my cock, wincing just a little which somehow got me even more aroused. I reached up and held her tiny little waist as she started to rock back and forth on my cock. She slowly started to pick up the pace and began bouncing up and down a little. First just an inch or two but soon after she was coming most of the way up and slamming down, moaning sharply every time I bottomed out inside her. She started making more and more noise and dug her nails in my chest leaning forward and pumping her hips up and down on me. “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, oh god, oh god fuck-fuck-FUCK!” She started shuddering uncontrollably and slumped forward with her eyes closed.

 

I’d done a pretty good job of holding on so far but knew it wasn’t going to take much to get me off. I pulled her forward just a fraction so her hips lifted up, keeping just the head of my swollen cock inside her, then wrapped my arms around her. Pressed against me with her ass up I could feel her breath on my chest and her hands on my biceps. I lined myself up and thrust up into her, instantly feeling her hands squeezing me and her breath spilling out in a rush. I pulled back then started slamming up into her, sinking all the way in and bouncing her up into the air each time my thighs smacked into hers. I didn’t hold back at all, just hammered into her little pussy as hard and fast as possible. She was whimpering and clawing at me, leaving scratches all over my arms and shoulders which only got me more fired up.

 

Just as I was about to cum she pushed herself up with her hands on my shoulders. Back arched, eyes closed and tits pointing out at me – I grabbed her ass and slammed her down on my cock as I felt myself explode inside the condom. I kept thrusting as the next few shots pushed out of me before Emma collapsed back onto my chest and we lay there, barely moving till we fell asleep.

 

I stayed the night and we ended up getting some food sent up from the bar, drinking beers and watching movies all night. When I told her I’d been worried I’d pushed her too far she told me she was a bit sore but loved every second of it. We fucked a few more times including once with me holding her up against the wall with my arms under her knees which was pretty amazing. I went back to my hostel the next day but stayed in town for a while, spending two more nights with her and getting a fantastic goodbye blowjob late at night on a pontoon floating out on the river under the stars.

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