I’ve just decided to get a divorce. I make a revenge Tinder account- if he had one while we were married, surely I can have one while we wait to go our separate ways. I match with someone and we flirt, but don’t get too obscene with it. We are both somewhat nervous, as it will be a first Tinder date for us both. We decide to get dinner, and agree that nothing sexual will happen for the first date. I get there early, he arrives late, but it all works out. We flirt clumsily at first, but get better throughout the meal. We are kicked out of the restaurant when it closes, and we end up sitting at a table outside in the dark, dusky summer air. We joke, we smile, he caresses my thighs. We hold hands, and soon enough we’re kissing. Deeper and deeper. We don’t want the evening to end. Eventually we discuss where our respective cars are parked, and I offer to give him a ride to his. Once in my car, we can’t keep our hands off each other. He gets hard, and I go down. I come up for more kisses, and we share a look and another laugh before climbing into my spacious hatchback. We break our promises; he gets on top of me. I come, and he pulls out, wetting my thighs as well as my upholstry.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/amnynv/the_list_number_3_mf_prose_true_story_tinder