[M]y [f]oreign tinder hookup! [long]

To set the stage: This happened about one month ago, in July. I am an American woman who was visiting a friend abroad, in the UK, for a few weeks this summer. I have been going through some emotional shit regarding friends, break-ups, and exes and was using this trip “reset” and recalibrate. I did not *intend* for sex to be part of this journey, but it certainly was. Now, I am no stranger to casual sex, but I have only enjoyed casual sex in the context of existing friendships as FWB’s or as one-offs in regular platonic friendships. I’m not really one for one night stands, anonymous sex, or hook-up apps.

One evening during this trip the friend I was staying with had a night alone with her boyfriend. On my own, I sat myself at a local jazz bar and got pretty drunk – don’t get too excited, the sexy part comes much later – and after a few hours decided to make a tinder account and trawl the local men. I swiped right on *a lot* of guys that night and got a fairly rapid response that I didn’t fully appreciate until the next day until I was sober. I was on the verge of deleting the account at that point, but instead decided to keep chatting with one profile in particular. Although he listed an interesting career, his profile was a bit vague and uninspired but his pictures were cute. Not my usual type but still…cute. Yet, his messages were interesting and cheeky as hell and I eventually gave him my number.

I was apprehensive and doubtful about meeting up with him at all – let alone having sex with him – because of the inherent risks associated with that, especially as a woman in a foreign country where I don’t have a super wide social safety net or as much familiarity with surrounding neighborhoods. Yet, his texts were increasingly flirtatious and sexually confident and my sex-drive won out over the rational part of my brain. This guy *wanted me* and I was horny as hell. The day approached and I went out shopping and bought some lingerie (a sheer lacy bra and matching panties, pictured in my account) and spent the early evening primping and fussing over my hair and clothes. This was in the middle of an unseasonable heatwave I eventually chose a casual sun dress – super tight across my chest and, though looser down the bottom, also very short. Like so short I can’t bend over without giving the world a full moon.

Finally, the moment had arrived. I taxied out to our meeting place – a cafe – and sat outside waiting for him. And, just as simply as that, he approached. We recognized each other instantly and I was most pleasantly surprised. Not only did he look like his profile picture, he looked *better*. Tall, brunette, and with a somewhat mischievous smile, I was instantly smitten. I could only hope he didn’t think I looked like a troll myself. We started our evening with conversation over a three-course meal. He was much less flirtatious in real-life and very soft-spoken, which had me concerned for a moment, but my fears were soon allayed. We continued our conversation over drinks and his wit, humor, and sexual confidence shone through as he got comfortable with me. The sexual tension mounted in the pub where we sat very close to each other, touching each other’s legs. We made for his flat when we couldn’t stand it anymore.

He lived fairly close-by, a quick walk from where we were drinking. We pretended to watch a movie for about ten minutes before he leaned into me and kissed me, *passionately*. We breathlessly descended to his bedroom and ditched our clothes in short-order. I left my lingerie on but he dispatched them without much thought (so much for that sexy bra!). As he was kissing me and touching me, I reached down to stroke his cock (still concealed by his boxers) and found that it was absolutely the most massive cock I have ever seen. I could barely wrap my hand around it and it was easily the size of my forearm. The conversation went something like this…Me, “Holy hell!”, Him, “*Yeahhhhh,* I get that a lot.” I’m a determined girl, though, and I didn’t let it scare me out of fucking him. It’s a bit of a blur from here – but I remember him playing with my tits, eating me out, and fondling me until I was soaking wet and lubed up enough to take him. I have never been so stretched out and full – there were a few painful moments, but he was sensitive to my relative size and built up to a pleasurable rhythm, giving me just enough friction on my clit. I came and he came a few minutes after. Sweaty and tired, we were sated and I was over the moon.

Little did I know, he was going to be up to round two! After resting for a few minutes, we kissed more and got increasingly frisky and his cock was hard again. This time I sucked his cock for a while – more like choked on it – and straddled him, grinding against him as he kissed me and played with my tits. He penetrated me while I was on top, although I couldn’t take his entire length inside of me. We switched positions a few times, him on top for a while and then fucking me from behind. I should add that he read me SO WELL. I like to be dominated and, by our second fuck, he was choking me, pulling my hair, and manhandling me. Nothing too rough, but just enough to show me who was in charge. By this point it was early in the morning and we were getting tired, so he rolled me onto my side, and lifted my knees over his as he spooned me, and fucked me slowly and gently in that position. I came in that position, once more while he was inside of me. He whispered the sweetest sexiest things to me as he fucked me for a while before he also came. Sleep followed quickly after that.

The story doesn’t end there – we ended up having a bit of a lie-in and spent a lazy morning spooning and kissing in bed. I had planned on leaving in the night, but I am glad that I didn’t. It didn’t take long to get hot and bothered again as our naked bodies rubbed against each other. Foreplay was something of a blur before I was riding his cock again. I ended up finishing when we switched to the same spooning position as the night before, but he was still raging hard. We took the condom off and I played with his cock for a while. He fucked my tits (which are huge, by the way) and came all over them. He didn’t know it, but this is just about the hottest thing in the world to me. I love being covered in my lover’s cum, especially when I get to wear it throughout the day under my clothes like a dirty secret. And that’s just what I did.

We had a pleasant afternoon – brunch, a bit of shopping, ice cream, a walk in the park – before we kissed goodbye and parted ways. Unfortunately we weren’t able to see each other again before I left the country but we do text from time-to-time. I can only hope that we stay friends and, though it’s unlikely, that our paths meet again. I will admit that my self-confidence has been shit the past nine months or so, but this man made me feel the sexier than I have felt in a long time. Maybe the sexiest I have ever felt! He made for an interesting (and long) diary entry and inspired me to be sexually adventurous elsewhere during a later part of my trip…maybe I will write about that one too.

I hope y’all enjoyed my sexual adventure half as much as I did!

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