The Best Tinder Date of [M]y Li[F]e

I was 24, and had somewhat recently gotten out of a really toxic, long-term relationship. When the relationship ended I decided to move abroad. I went to El Salvador and started working for a local government agency in economic development. Don’t ask me how, that’s an entirely different post on an entirely different subreddit.

Being 24 and alone, I took to Tinder. I lived in a pretty rural town where literally Tinder would be like swipe, swipe, done. But every time I went to San Salvador I would fire up the app and see bursting bounties of beautiful people-to-potentially-fuck. I usually swiped right pretty mindlessly, only swiping left if I was truly unattracted to somebody. Being a gringo apparently upped my attractiveness level by at least a billion out of ten, because I was getting matches constantly. I know what a lot of you are thinking, and yeah there were some visa diggers but a lot of women honestly are just attracted to gringos. I’m also not a particularly bad-looking gringo at that, and I speak fluent Spanish which obviously helps. I’m 5’11, with brown curly hair, hazel eyes, and an average-to-slightly-toned body. No Channing Tatum, but no Roseanne Barr either.

I got a match named Lizbeth, 21 years old, and I was fairly attracted to her. She had some pretty legitly funny jokes in her profile, so I messaged her and we joked around a bit, but as they usually do on this subreddit the conversation turned sexual fairly quickly. I told her what I was into and she told me what she was into. She seemed really open and really honest and straightforward, which I like. It wasn’t weird straightforwardness like you sometimes get, where the person is sexual for no reason, or clearly after something, or anything like that. She seemed really genuine and really funny and I actually liked talking to her. I invited her over to my hotel (like I said, it was a pretty explicitly sexual conversation from the get-go). She drove over and I nervously waited on the couch sweating through my polo shirt and drinking an ice cold beer while watching New Girl. I still remember the episode – I know, awwww.

Lizbeth pulls up in her car, messages me to say she’s outside, and I almost shit a brick. I’ve never met up with somebody just for sex before. Was this girl real, if she was real was she cool? What if I was being catfished or if she was some maniacal serial killer who wanted to use my toes as a necklace? All of these thoughts ran through my head as I walked to the door. I’d later learn similar thoughts ran through her head too.

I open the door and see her and I’m blown away by how much BETTER she looks in real life than in her photos. In her photos she looks pretty and cute and like a fun person, but in real life she was downright fucking hot. She looks at me and I can tell she’s nervous too. I open the door to her car and get in, and she nervously makes a joke about her being a couple minutes late because the hotel was a nightmare to find. I’m nervous too so I decide the best way to start is to just say fuck it and I pull her chin towards me and we start making out HARD in the car. My hand runs over her breasts over her shirt and she sighs into my mouth. She says we should go inside, so we get out of the car, and walk over to the hotel. It’s a bad part of town so we wait patiently for hotel staff to open the door. We had talked about grabbing a drink at the hotel bar before doing anything, but as we’re standing there staring at each other, my hand running along her ass, her hand lightly caressing my arm, I decide fuck it.

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The door opens and I take her hand and lead her to the room. She jokes “so, no drink first?” to which I just reply “nope”. We get into the room and immediately start making out, a bit less intensely than in the car. I was still really nervous and I’d find out later she was too. I don’t know if it’s just me, but when Lizbeth took off her shoes, that’s when I knew it was on. I don’t know. Just honestly seeing her take off her shoes while we continued to joke around, that was when my mind got put to ease. You don’t take off your shoes unless you’re getting comfortable, and so I kicked mine off too and then went over to her and kissed her mid-sentence and we started making out fucking furiously. I take off her shirt, she takes off mine, I start caressing her tits over her bra. She has a nice B cup/small C. The feeling of her hard nipples under her soft bra is something I will never forget. We’re kissing when I take off her pants and she’s wearing this sexy red see-through underwear. She takes off my pants and I’m hard as a rock under my boxers. She starts rubbing my dick over my boxers, and I push her onto the bed and climb on top of her.

I kiss her neck and she moans so intensely but softly at the same time it still makes me horny every time she does it (I should mention now that as of me writing this we’ve been dating three years and I’m planning on proposing soon. This took place ever-so-slightly over three years ago). I run my hands up her legs and towards her pussy, then back down. I see the wet spot forming on her underwear and even a little bit on the bed. I run my hand back up and start gently massaging her over her panties. I feel her moan into my mouth. I pull her panties aside and she puts her hands to my chest to stop me.

“You’re not fucking me right now” she laughs. My heart dropped, but I held out hope it was a translation error. She gets up and pushes me onto the bed, then climbs on top and just devours my dick. Yup, translation error. She meant not right now as in not RIGHT now, but when I’m done sucking your dick yes. I’d later learn that sucking dick makes her really wet, so even though she was already dripping she just wanted extra assurance because she was also as nervous as a soldier shipping out to ‘Nam. She works me with her hand and her mouth, using just the slightest tug of teeth, which I was always firmly against in a David Blowie, but this felt fucking good. I spank her weakly (the only way my ex liked it and thus the only way I had practice doing it). She says “what the fuck was that? Here” and flips me over to teach me how to spank. She runs her hands up my legs to my ass, and then back down, and when I’m not expecting it gives me a hearty spank. I get up, push her down onto the bed and do the same. I run my hands up her soft thighs up to right under her perfectly-formed ass. I run my hands back down, and then back up, tracing a teasing pattern with my fingers. When she isn’t expecting it I give her a firm slap on the side of the ass, and with her guttural, involuntary moan I know what it was time to do. I pulled off her panties, threw on a condom, and slid right into her from behind. She whimpered as I entered her. To this day whenever I’m jerking it, I think about watching my dick enter from behind. Her pussy is surprisingly tight. I assumed she would have fucked a lot of dudes but I found out recently I’m only actually the third guy she’s ever fucked.

I pull her hair, and start ramming into her. In and out, fucking both of our brains out. I pull her up by her hair (she fucking loves this), and whisper in her ear “comportate bien, zorrita” (behave well, you little slut) and I have never to this day seen anybody but her have a more sexual, raw, turned-on face than she had in that moment, (and several times since). I flip her around and fuck her missionary. I caress her waist, running my hands along her side. I kiss her, then kiss her neck, and start to grab her tits and rub her clit, and as she gets closer to cumming, her face goes red and she stops breathing. I bust. I tell her I’m sorry she didn’t cum, and she says it’s ok. (Rest assured I’ve made her cum many times over the past three years. Much like the spanking lesson, she’s given me an explicit fingering lesson and it’s paid off well for both of us). I throw out the condom, come back to see her texting her friends, and we go get those margaritas at the hotel bar. The rest is history.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9iy2pt/the_best_tinder_date_of_my_life

4 comments on “The Best Tinder Date of [M]y Li[F]e

  1. “Her pussy is surprisingly tight. I assumed she would have fucked a lot of dudes but I found out recently I’m only actually the third guy she’s ever fucked.”

    That’s not how vaginas work dude. They don’t get loose from sex.

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