Rekindling with Tinder [M/F]

“Ha. We meet again.”

I moved to a new city a few months ago. Last Saturday night, I was bored and mindlessly swiping on Tinder. I had no expectations of a date. I was just killing time. But that’s when I saw Sally (not her real name). She was from my old city, and I had met her through Tinder there.

Back then, we only went on one date. I remember thinking that she was hot, and got a vibe that she was a sexual chick, but at the time I was thinking I should try a real relationship (not my specialty). For whatever reason, I didn’t think she was right for that, so we didn’t go out a second time. I do remember, however, talking to her months after that date on Tinder again. I remember that I had told her that it was too bad we had never hooked up. I got the impression that she’d be a lot of fun. She didn’t disagree. But nevertheless, nothing ever happened. We never saw each other again.

But now here I was in a new city, and I found her on Tinder again. Her profile said she was in town visiting. So we started talking.

“Ha. We meet again,” I said.

“Heh. You move? Or visiting?”

“I moved back a few months ago. What brings you here?”

“A work thing,” she said. “In town for a few days.”

“And trying to get into some trouble on Tinder?” I teased.

“No trouble. Just some fun company. Travelling alone is nice, but then boring at times.”

I didn’t know how to take this. It seemed like a de-escalation. I had no interest in getting together and being good company, so I gave myself an out, but made it clear what my intentions were.

“For sure. Well, I hope you have a blast. And at least you now know where you can find trouble, if you decide you want it.”

There was a pause for about 15 minutes, but eventually she replied.

“You want trouble?”

“I always regretted that we never got a chance to make out.”

“What are you up to tonight?”

I was kind of dreading this question. I was 85% asleep during this conversation. Dead tired. I had no real interest in doing anything that night. So I hoped she’d be okay with deferring to another time.

“Just had family over. I’m beat. Probably asleep within the next 20 minutes. Lame, I know. But if you want to see me while you’re in town, message me. If you’ll permit me a moment of unabashed honesty, I’d love to finally fuck you.”

Obviously I went bold there. But why the fuck not? The response didn’t come for another 20 minutes (and I was almost asleep when it did).

“I’d probably be into that,” she said.

Fuck. I was hoping I’d get that response, but it’s still always a shock to see it come through. We made plans for her to come over the next night.

So Sunday night, she knocks at my door. She was dressed in simple jeans and a t-shirt, but she looked good. She’s about 5’6, chestnut brown hair. Fit body with a big butt and huge tits. The shirt was low cut and it was difficult not to stare.

I poured us some wine and we sat on my couch. We chatted mindlessly over a glass. What is she doing in town? How am I liking the new city? That sort of stuff. She got up and used the washroom. When she came out, I met her before she got over to the couch and kissed her.

Things went from 0 to 100 in a hurry. We kissed hungrily and I finally got my hands on those tits, easily a good D cup. Within a minute or so of making out, her shirt was off. Then mine. Then pants. I took her by her hand and walked her to my bedroom. That’s when she let me know that she was on her period.

Not ideal, but I let her know that this was not a problem. I quickly grabbed an old towel, while she went to the bathroom to… take care of things.

When she returned, I was lying on the towel in my bed, naked. She entered wearing only her black panties, her breast firm and high. She saw me and stripped out of her panties. She came into bed with me and said, “Condom?” It was definitely a question.

I said, “Yeah,” but in a tone of voice that also said “eventually.”

She got the idea and moved down to take me in her mouth. She started to work me over with her hand and her mouth. She swirled her tongue around my dick while pumping me with her hand. Her mouth was warm and wet and she sucked me with enthusiasm. Every one in a while I grabbed her by the hair and fucked her mouth. Not too hard, but with some authority. She always responded by taking me deep. And she could take it very deep.

Eventually she came up off my dick and climbed up to kiss me. She was on top of me, straddling me. I was wondering if she’d slow things down and ask me to get a condom, but instead she positioned her pussy against my dick and let it rub up against her slit.

Soon, the teasing was too much, so I pushed up and in. She was so tight and I’m not small. So she reached down and guided me slowly inside her.

She rode me slowly for a little while, but soon lifted herself up into a squatting position. She held my hands for support and began to bounce up and down on my cock. I fucking love this position, and it was made all the better by her big tits bouncing up and down in rhythm.

She worked herself on my cock for a few minutes and then very suddenly just came to a stop, clenched her pussy around my dick, and moaned loudly as she came.

After that, she was clearly spent, so we swapped positions with me on top. I gave her some time to recover, fucking her very slowly. We kissed and moved slow together, but it was only a few minutes before I felt her moving her hips more, clearly ready to fuck again.

I took the hint and started to fuck her harder and deeper. My pace quickened, my hand felt its way to her throat. After a few minutes, I leaned in and whispered into her ear.

“I would love to cum deep inside your pussy.”

She moaned her reply. “Do it.”

I continued to fuck her. 30 seconds later, I confirmed.

“Are you sure? You want my cum inside you?”

“Do it. Fuck. Fill my fucking pussy.”

I was already close to cumming, but hearing that sealed the deal. I had her pinned down, holding both her arms above her head, pounding her pussy. A few more pumps and I unleashed inside her. I practically yelled out as I shot cum deep inside her pussy, one shot, another, and another.

I stayed inside her for a few minutes. The clean up was a bit messy, but not too bad. When she went to the washroom, I started to dress. I wanted to make sure we didn’t linger. I had an early morning, and to be honest, I wanted her gone. Luckily, she got the signal and quickly got dressed and was ready to head out.

Before she left, she asked if we could do it again before we left. Unfortunately there was no way I could make it work on my schedule. But I’m literally talking to her on Tinder now. She’s back home. She told me how much fun she had and hopes we get another chance to do it again some day.

I agree.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/568x1p/rekindling_with_tinder_mf