The girl I [M]et on Tinder was my Daughter’s Best [F]riend’s Sister…

This happened a few months ago, and having chatted with a few ladies over on R4R this tale popped up, and one girl suggested that I share it – [My r4r post with backstory can be found here](https://www.reddit.com/r/r4r/comments/bqtzhj/43_m4f_ireland_single_dad_dipping_his_toe_back/)

In case you don’t have time to read that here’s a rough guide to bring you up to speed:

I’m 43 and come from Ireland. My wife died 5 years ago and I was left to raise our two daughters who are now of university age. Recently I’ve been experience the world of dating and everything that goes with that.

If we’re good to go, I’ll begin.

It was a couple of months ago, when I finally decided to try out Tinder. Perhaps I was a little hesitant because I’m living in a rather rural part of Ireland, or certainly not in a city. There’s a few towns within 20km, but it was late one evening, and after a few drinks. The natural reaction to that is to feel a little horny, and I did. So I caved to Tinder, what was the worst that could happen?

At 43, I didn’t expect to find too many matches, or certainly not from women who were significantly younger than me. I won’t lie, I swiped right to pretty much everyone came my way…that’s what we all do right? No matches that night. It was late, I was new to things…I passed out.

It must have been a few days later, some evening I was home alone, when I thought to revist. After a few minutes of swiping, and matching with a few women, I landed on this one girl. She was 23. She was gorgeous. We were a match!

I made some terrible Dad joke, and assumed I’d hear nothing back. But I did, and we chatted for hours. It was getting late. We were getting more and more flirty, and we moved to another messaging app to continue our conversation. Let’s just say it was very late when we got to sleep, but it was certainly satisfying!

We had back and forth for another day or two, and I decided to ask if she wanted to meet? I couldn’t believe my luck when she said yes. We were both outsdoorsy people and decided to go for a walk on the beach one evening at about 6:30pm after work. By now it wasn’t dark until after 8pm, so we had an hour or so – she told me her friend knew the score, in case I happened to be a murderer, but we both met and went for our stroll. As it was one of the first fine evenings of the year, the beach had a few others about, and after we finished, I asked if she wanted to get some food. There was a bar nearby that served food. She agreed.

Afterwards, we kissed. A lot! And she suggested that maybe she could come back to mine, as she still lived at home, but my daughter was home that night too. But not tomorrow night – we might have done it there and then in my car, but there were still some people around.

So tomorrow evening rolled around, I offered to pick her up, and drive her back to mine. The whole journey back, her hand was resting on my thigh, and concentrating on the road was hard. That wasn’t all that was hard….

By now, it’s clear that we could worry about food and formalities later. We wanted each other, and I carried her up the stairs to the bedroom, kissing passionately the entire way, until I laid her out on the bed. Now Katie (not her real name) was gorgeous. Short, but had the most exquisite bum, and a chest which wasn’t lacking either. Her smile was a little crooked but mischievous and her brown eyes had a twinkle that provided rocketfuel to my desire. Her her was tied up in a ponytail, and jet black!

I had only been with one woman since my wife died, and that was a drunken fumble the Christmas before. Awkward but served a purpose.

This was different. This was fun! We kissed again as I straddled her between my legs, but both of us were impatient, we had all the time in the world to do everything we wanted, but first we need to climb that staircase to heaven!

She was soaking. I was rock hard. There was no need for any more foreplay. I’d like to say I lasted 20 minutes, but I didn’t. Not the first time around anyway….or the 2nd. However the following morning I ran it close.

I dropped her back to her car after breakfast, we both had a couple of busy days but agreed to meet, and we were still texting a lot. It was the next time we met, where we made our discovery. She was home alone – her parents were on holidays, and she told me her sister was out with friends.

Instead of having a strange car near her house, she offered to pick me up. (The neighbours talk in Ireland) As we approached her home, I felt as though it was familiar, but I couldn’t say for certain, it may have been dark. Anyway, I had more important matters to attend to – Katie! We spent the night at it like rabbits again. Nobody home, we were loud. It was the weekend and we had slept in. Katie’s sister was home….and Katie hadn’t told her sis that she had company, not to mind a man 20 years older.

As I sat on her bed getting dressed, I’d heard another voice. A voice I recognised – yes….my daughter’s voice. Then it hit me, why the house and road seemed so familiar. I’d dropped my daughter and her friend (Katie’s sister) back one night about a year before.

By now I’m freaking out – although I know Katie isn’t keen for her sis or anyone to know about me either, so I remain silent, and listening until Katie returns to tell me that if I don’t mind waiting, she going to get rid of her sister. Before she leaves I tell her what I think is after happening, and that my daughter is downstairs……then she freaks out, just like I had done so 10 minutes beforehand.

My daughter leaves soon after, never to know! Myself and Katie decide that maybe we shouldn’t see each other again – after another morning of fun as we “get each other out of our system”.

Although, it may not have been the last time myself and Katie spoke, or met…..

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cbwo8c/the_girl_i_met_on_tinder_was_my_daughters_best