My first time with a guy from Bumble [FM]

(This is a little long so skip down a few paragraphs to get to the good parts)

I guess I would start off by saying that I don’t really have a problem getting dates. I haven’t been in a long term relationship for about a year, but that’s mostly because I’m just happy to go out, enjoy meeting new people, and see where things lead. So far I just haven’t really been all that in to anyone or felt a need to be attached to someone, so it usually fizzles out after the second or third date. So you know what I look like, I’m 5’10 and I like to think I’m in decent shape (125 lbs). I used to play volleyball in college but it’s not like we were a great school for sports, so take that for what you will, but I like running and I still swim when I get the chance.

I should also mention that I don’t usually swipe right on guys who are more than a year younger than me. I’m 26. It’s nothing personal but I just think there’s a maturity gap and I usually don’t want to have that as an added obstacle in dating. But it was a Friday night, I was more than a little wine buzzed, and like anyone in that situation sitting in their apartment watching Netflix with their roommate, I got bored and started swiping.

I matched with a few people but wasn’t really compelled to message anyone, and then I came along Mike’s profile. Mike was 23 and his profile was pretty short. I knew he was in grad school, that he was taller than me (6’2″), and that was it. His first picture was pretty attractive but nothing all too crazy, but he definitely sucked me in to checking out the rest of his pictures which were progressively more attractive until his last one. Now I normally hate when guys have shirtless pics or gym selfies, but this wasn’t really that since it wasn’t a mirror selfie. It was a picture of him in his apartment with his shirt off and it was enticing. He had a strong V-line at his hips and abs and a great chest, but he wasn’t bulky or really big. It was just hot.

We matched, chatted, and set up a time for drinks during the week. To say the date went well would be an understatement. It was a nicer bar and I was a little under dressed, but the conversation was so natural and everything just clicked. He was also just as attractive in person which isn’t always the case with apps. I noticed I was starting to get a little closer to drunk than tipsy, and since I had to work the next day, I suggested that we head out so I could go home. Just to point out, I normally do first dates during the week so that it’s easy to either leave and go home because you have an excuse for work, and I can avoid hooking up on the first date or someone who gets mad about that. I don’t have anything against it, and I’ve had my fair share, but I was trying to be a little more reserved.

But as soon as we get outside, I feel his hand on the bottom of my back and I’m pressed against a wall and we’re making out. His hands were firm on my hips but still tender, but I was getting extremely turned on. I moaned a little in his mouth when his hands grabbed my ass, and when he pulled me hard against him, I could feel he was getting a little turn on to. So it took all of my energy and willpower to grab his wrists, and move hands back to my hips. He broke away to ask if I wanted to go to his place for wine and a movie, but I had to tell him I needed to go home. He walked me to the train, we must have made out three or four more times after, and right when I was heading down the stairs, he asked me if I was sure I didn’t want to go back with him.

I stopped and laughed because I was honestly thinking about it, but I said goodbye that was it for that night.

I woke up the next morning and texted him saying I had a great time. I didn’t hear back from him by the time I got to work so I figured he was just looking to have sex and nothing else, so I was surprised when I saw he texted back around lunchtime. We set up a date for that Friday, same bar, and I was more than anticipating it.

I’ll spare the details of drinks but I dressed up a bit more, wore heels, the whole shebang. It was definitely a different atmosphere. There was a lot of tension and small talk and even though it was still nice, we were clearly dying to get out of there. When I started to feel a bit more loose, I told Mike that he almost convinced me to follow him back to his place. Which was when he said that maybe we could go back then and he’d call a car.

I was grateful since I didn’t feel like walking for ten minutes in heels. We made out in the car, he was squeezing my thigh, and I could feel myself getting more and more turned on the closer we got. We got to his building, got out of his elevator, and took the longest possible walk to the end of the hall to his apartment. I got a glimpse of the view from his place but then he had me shoved up against the door, making out with me *hard*. I was very into it, and I felt his hand shift to grab me between my legs.

I broke my mouth away from his to gasp. He slid his hand down my underwear and told me how wet I was. I should also say, I don’t cum easily with someone else. I can take care of myself no problem but it’s rare I cum during sex or from someone doing something to me. I can get really turned on, really, really wet, but it still doesn’t happen all that often. So I knew I was wet, but he brought his fingers up right in front of my face and they were glistening. I knew he wanted me to taste myself, and I was happy to oblige, but he beat me to it.

Hot. As. Fuck.

And then he put his hand on my throat, held me against the door, pulled my underwear down to my ankles, and really started to work his fingers inside of me good. I wanted to moan, or curse, but really I couldn’t because I was trying to focus on how good it felt and because I felt him pressing harder against my neck. I grabbed his wrist and he eased up, and grinded against me hard. I could feel his boner through his pants and I grabbed at the top of his jeans and asked if we could go to the bed.

I want to point out that the windows were huge and had a beautiful view of the city, and they were wide open. I noticed, but was too drunk and horny to care right then. I just spread my legs so he could see how wet I was, and grabbed him by the shoulder so he could be on top of me. We made out like that for a bit, when him either grinding into me or pressing against my clit with his thigh, squeezing my ass, my breasts, pulling my dress down. I must have looked like a mess, but I was loving every second. I managed to unbutton his jeans, move them down a bit, and try to rub his penis over his underwear. I could feel how hard he was.

When I slid up on the bed a bit to get out of my dress, I saw the huge wet spot I left on the sheets. I felt a little embarrassed and it didn’t help that Mike pointed it out too. He said I must really be enjoying myself, which I was, but it was nothing close to what was to come.

He took off his shirt first, and I admired his chest and stomach and the V leading down to his underwear. I could see his bulge, and I told him how fucking hot he was, but then he got totally naked.

I’ve seen penises in my life, and have had sex with a few of them. I don’t consider myself a neophyte when it comes to how to handle a dick. But he had the most beautiful, and biggest, penis I’d ever seen in person. I was in awe. And it must have shown because I kept looking at it, how hard it was, how thick it was, how it was pointing up towards me, and I was thinking about how we would get that to even fit inside of my mouth, let alone *inside of me*, and when I looked up at him I swear that he was smirking.

I was on my back, and he slowly, s l o w l y dragged his dick up and down my clit. I was on fire. He held me down by my neck, looked at me in my eyes, and told me he wanted to fuck me. I asked him if he had a condom and he kind of sat up and said no, that they usually hurt, and kind of looked at me with his penis pressed pretty much against my pussy. He asked me if it was a problem and honestly, I never have sex without protection if we haven’t been dating for a while, but I lifted my head up to look down, saw his dick pressed up against me, and laid back down and just sighed out fuck. I spread my legs wider, and he got the idea and started to push inside of me.

Normally, even with guys I’ve been with on the larger side of the equation, it doesn’t take forever to get it in. But he went slow, and I needed it. I think it had to be like almost five minutes of him just slowly working himself in until I felt him all the way inside, stretching me open in ways I hadn’t felt. I honestly don’t know how he fit it all, but I looked and there he was, all the way in.

He leaned down against my body, put his lips next to my ear, and I could feel the moisture on his words when he said, “Good girl.”

And then he started to fuck me. It was slow at first, like a gentler rocking. I felt my pussy gripping him tight, every part of me was filled up, and I couldn’t believe how overwhelmed I felt with pleasure. Each time he’d thrust back into me, I moaned. And when he started to fuck me harder, his dick almost out of my pussy, I was cursing. And when he leaned back with my legs on his shoulders, I couldn’t believe how it felt. I don’t know what he was doing, but he was hitting all the right spots, and I felt something I didn’t expect.

I was going to cum.

And I said it, a lot.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, fuck-I’m-gonna-cum.”

Each time he thrust into me.

When I was on the edge, gripping the sheets, he slapped me hard, pressed deep into me, and squeezed my breasts. I came hard on his dick. And he didn’t stop fucking me. And I came again. And a third time.

At that point, it was hard to breathe, I was in another world. I could barely hear him say that he was getting close, but I know he said he needed my mouth and face, and I don’t know how it happened but he pulled out, straddled my chest, and I reached for his dick with both hands and took the largest load of cum I’d ever seen on my face and in my mouth.

After he finished cumming and laid down, and when I caught my breath, I surveyed what happened. I saw my chest was covered in cum, and I could feel what felt like a lot on my face. I’ve never had anyone cum on my face, and I think in most cases, I’d be offended if someone did. But it just felt right right. It felt right to grab his cock, to stroke it two or three times right in front of me. I knew what was going to happen and I made him finish there.

About ten minutes later, he was ready to go again, and we fucked another two times that night. We had a thing going since around New Years until last month when we kind of split apart. He’s finishing school and moving, and we weren’t really dating *dating* so I’m not that upset. But I’m going to miss getting fucked like that.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bke4zl/my_first_time_with_a_guy_from_bumble_fm