[FM] Third date with the Tinder guy.

I’ve had plenty of fun Tinder escapades, from the girl who I gave her first orgasm to, to my first threesome, and lots of fun wild nights bar hopping with different cute guys, but this past weekend was by far my favorite Tinder experience I’ve ever had!

First, a bit about me… This is me: http://imgur.com/a/64zjO and so is this: http://imgur.com/a/CPs6h sorry I really don’t understand formatting. I have short-medium dark curly hair, super green eyes, and I’m tan with some random stupid tattoos. 21, 5’8″, 32D, 120 lbs.

I’ve been living in the city now for a couple of months. I’ve given Tinder a chance and met up with 5 or so guys since moving here, of which I slept with 2 and was pretty unfulfilled, unfortunately. I have a really hard time coming and of all my partners, only 2 had sent me over the edge and it’s been about a year since anyone got me there. So I’m a little thirsty. I was browsing Tinder on my iPad at school, when I saw that this guy L had super liked me. Whenever I get super likes it always grabs my attention, so I browsed through his pics and saw he was an awesome photographer. I dig it. He’s also fine as hell. So I swipe right back and shoot him my phone number, soon forgetting about the interaction.

A couple days later I get a text — “Hey M, it’s L!” And a brief conversation ensued before we decided to meet up for a drink that night in Baltimore (not my city, but his). This was last Wednesday. I drove up from school after shooting all his info to my best friend. I was pleased to see that he was hot, hotter than his pics even. Tall, slim, with dirty blonde short hair and a short beard. Super handsome blue eyes. We went to a bar and at first his confidence and extroversion intimidated me. He asked me a lot of questions that I responded to with awkward, short replies. But after a couple drinks, I warmed up. We ended up chatting for hours and I realized he was super, super interesting! I was all about it. That night I stayed at his place because I live far away and was a little drunk, but we just made out some and went to sleep. I told him I don’t have sex on the first date (total lie) so he held off.

On Friday, it was his turn to drive to my city. He didn’t get there until late, and it being the weekend I wanted to go out. We hit a fancy wine bar and could not keep our hands off of each other. I’ve never felt such a comfortable physical connection with someone so quickly. We talked about all sorts of things and had a blast, then hit the waterfront to walk around and stop in some different bars for a drink. Once we were tipsy, he started asking about what really turns me on and gets me off. I ended up telling him the truth, that I have a super hard time cumming and that I have a terrible habit of “faking” it. You could see the fireworks going off in his head. He was all, CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. I’m not sure what compelled me to be so honest with him about something I normally fake, but I’m glad I was because it suddenly made me feel like I deserve to get off as much as the guy does whenever we finally get around to getting down.

That night we went back to my house and made out in bed for a while. He asked me to have sex but there was no way I was doing that while I was drunk. I told him I had a strong fondness for him and wanted to be sober for the sex, but that it was definitely going to happen, and soon. He accepted this with certain disappointment in his tone. I can’t blame him, the dude was going on like hour 8 of having an erection.

The next morning we woke up early, but not earlier than my friend/owner of the house and his daughter who were visiting. My bedroom has windows on the door and there was a little kid running all over the house, so that wasn’t gonna happen. L and I cuddled for a bit, our fingers barely brushing over each others most sensitive spots, and then we finally got up.

We spent the day going to the farmers market, some museums, a diner, and a basketball court. It was so datey. I was totally smitten and super, super horny. After we finished basketball, it was about 7pm. I had friends coming to the city to meet us for dinner at 9, but I had some ideas for what I wanted to do before they arrived. I asked L to take me home for a shower and he obliged. When we got home, I popped in the upstairs shower and encouraged him to take one downstairs. While I was up there I shaved my pussy and legs super smooth, moisturized, exfoliated, the whole nine yards. I was so darn soft and smelled like an angel. I also totally masturbated in the shower so I’d have a little…glow. I came downstairs in a tiny dress to find him sitting on my bed looking like he was in agonizing pain. Poor fella. I laid down by him and draped my legs over his, handing him some oil and asking him to please rub it into my skin. L kneaded at my calves and thighs as he rubbed the sensual smelling massage oil into my legs, making them even more slick and shiny than before. His hands would slide all the way up my thighs, squeeze me just below the hem of my tiny dress, and slide back down. I watched him fixate on my body. Finally, he went to move to my arms, but I interrupted him. “I want you to feel how smooth I am,” I said. He looked delighted. He ran his fingers up the inside of my thighs and parted my legs, then gazed down at my glistening pussy for a moment. He ran a single finger up my slit and I melted into him with a groan. I was soaking wet just about instantly, and it only grew greater as L started to massage over my clit with his fingers going in little circles. I was whimpering and wiggling my hips. After a few moments of this, he re positioned himself on the bed to where his face could comfortable rest between my thighs, and started to kiss them slowly, breathing in deep the scent of me, freshly washed but dripping with warm juices. He made his way to my clit where he just barely kissed, sending tingles up my spine and leading me to nervous anticipation. Finally, L started to really lick me. He ran his tongue from my opening all the way up to the top of my clit and really lapped at it, over and over, his slick tongue sliding along me while it made the slipperiest, sexiest sounds. I was so fucking in to it. I had my hands pulling at his hair, moaning and moaning while my hips pushing into his tongue.

L had been going like this for a while when my phone started ringing. It was my friend who was joining us for dinner. I answered to give her directions to my house, expecting L to take a break, but he didn’t. In fact, quite the opposite… As I tried to keep it together for my phone call, I suddenly felt two fingers slide deep in to my pussy and start massaging my g spot. I was barely able to speak let alone sound normal, but she didn’t seem to notice. Soon we were off the phone and I was able to make all the pleasurable noises that I wanted.

L kept at me for quite some time. I felt guilty that he was putting so much energy into taking care of me, but after being honest with him about faking orgasms there was no way I was going to do it. By the time my friends arrived and he finally pulled away, my bed looked like it had a puddle on it! We quickly dressed and went to dinner, but came straight home after so I could finally give him what he’d been waiting for…. three times.

The sex was fucking awesome, and the next morning he went down on me again and ACTUALLY made me cum! It was… unbelievable. I went to his city last night and we fucked four times and he made me cum again, we actually knocked the bed off the frame more than once. He also took some pics of me that I will post here when I receive them from him. I’m looking forward to some more gonewildstories-worthy encounters with this fellow.

Thanks for reading!!!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6sh3qp/fm_third_date_with_the_tinder_guy