A Tinder hook-up with a former teacher! [FM]

With some time off due to me, I figured I should be a good daughter and go home to visit my parents for a while. Needless to say it was a dull week, with nothing much to say to them, nothing much to do, and only the sullen complaints of my little sister for company. Needless to say I was looking for things to do to pass the time, and against my better judgement I turned to Tinder – always a bit of a risky business in a small town where it feels like everyone knows your family.

Swiping through the app only seemed to make things more frustrating, and over the course of several days nothing even vaguely interesting had cropped… until the third evening, when I froze and my heart almost leapt out of my body. On the screen in front of me was one of my former teachers. I’ll admit that when I left school I had a crush on one of my teachers, and this wasn’t him (although he was one of the better-looking and more popular teachers), but nonetheless it was a real shock to my system to see his smiling face on my app.

Common sense told me to swipe left and move on swiftly, but the temptation to swipe right was massive. For a good half an hour my mind raced back and forth over the dilemma in front of me – “he’s not going to swipe right on me anyway… is he?” “what if he matches just to tell me off” and so on. I paced back and forth, I tried to distract myself, I stared myself down in the mirror telling myself that swiping right on a former teacher was weird, only for the devil on my shoulder to remind me that it was also kind of hot.

My heart was hammering like I’ve never remembered and I actually felt a little sick with nerves as I finally made my choice… and swiped right. I’d partially convinced myself to do this with the reasoning that the whole thing was going to be an anti-climax, so I almost screamed when my swipe was followed by a match screen. He’d swiped right on me too! Cue my next dilemma of whether to message first and what to say… a short-lived dilemma, as within a few minutes a new message popped up, with a simple “Hey there, how are you?” Resisting the urge to reply with a sassy “I’m fine, sir” or similar, I sent back a generic “I’m fine, how are you”, and let the small talk proceed.

I was lulled into a false sense of security, as just as I was assuring myself that he clearly didn’t recognise me, a long pause on the typing icon led to this message: “It feels very weird to ask this, but I used to teach you, right? Geography at [insert school name here]”. Caught red-handed! I told him that yes, he did used to teach me and that I didn’t think he’d remember me, to which he responded that he’d recognise my “cute face and hair anywhere”. This led to an awkward question from him: “I have to ask, did you match with me just to say hi to an old teacher, or…” Between the compliment and this question I could feel my face burning – my Tinder profile was subtle but clear about what I was looking for, so it was a big leap to admit that I didn’t swipe right just to catch up on news from my old school.

My response was a non-committal “I recognised you straight away, but I didn’t match just to say hi, nope!” This led to him probing about whether my profile meant what he thought he did – when I confirmed that he was right. He then probed further whether I’d really want to have some fun with an old teacher like him, and emboldened I was far clearer in my answer that yes, I would. There was a long pause, and I suspect some soul searching from him, as he eventual replied noting that he was divorced (which was an open rumour when I was at school) with a son that didn’t live with him, perhaps hoping that would put me off. My interest was piqued by now though, so I wasn’t to be deterred, and as I made my interest clear any thoughts he had of backing down seemed to crumble. The conversation continued, and before I knew it I had plans for the next evening…

The following day was a haze of nervous apprehension, followed by me surreptitiously getting ready for my meeting without making it too obvious that I was dressing up for someone. As a compromise, I went for a simple front zipped short black dress over a lightweight cream sweater, and knee-high black socks – still quite alluring I hoped, but also something I might wear to see a friend (which is where my family thought I was going).

Making my excuses to my parents about catching up with a couple of people, I headed out, around the corner, and then booked a taxi. It arrived quickly, and it was about a 15 minute ride to his place – a decently sized house with a somewhat overrun garden. By the time I’d paid the taxi driver he was already at the now open front door, calling out to me and inviting me in a scrambled rush of greetings and welcomes. He was 44, not particularly tall – maybe 5 foot 10 – with something of a “dad bod”, brown hair and a beard, dressed in a shirt and trousers that looked both smart and scruffy in a way that only teachers somehow manage to pull off.

Inviting me into the lounge after I removed my shoes, he fixed us some wine while I took a seat on the sofa, before he slightly awkwardly perched next to me. We both finished an entire glass while we made small talk, which he led – he wanted to know all about my life and career after leaving school, whether I still talked to any of my classmates and so on. It felt like a weird school reunion where only the two of us attended, as he moved on to fill me in on what had been happening at the school, and I smiled and nodded while realising that I really didn’t care about my former school as much as I thought I might. The whole scenario had me very nervous though, and I had to resist downing my wine quickly, instead carefully keeping pace with him.

My nerves were clearly showing, as putting his empty glass down he stood up, told me that it was great to see me and that I looked amazing, but that I didn’t have to do anything if I didn’t want to. I wasn’t just nervous though – during our chat I’d seen his eyes wandering to my exposed thighs and short skirt, and generally looking me up and down, and the look of his gaze excited me. I made it clear that I was fine and that I really wanted to with more forcefulness than I’d perhaps intended. I saw him swallow hard, and with a nervous smile of his own he said “So if I told you I’d love to have my cock sucked by you right now, you’d do it?”

I’d also put my own glass down at this point, and with his words bringing me a surge of arousal of my own, I saw that he was close enough to let actions speak louder than words. Reaching out wordlessly, I tugged down the zip of his trousers, reaching inside (to a brief gasp of sorts from him) to rummage inside his briefs and pull his penis out into the open. He was still soft, but that didn’t stop me shifting to the edge of the sofa, leaning forward while I pushed back my hair and slipping him into my mouth.

Sucking on him and starting to move my head, I enjoyed the feeling of him growing in my mouth, and after about a minute he was erect and filling my mouth with an average length but decently thick cock. As I continued sucking he shuffled closer so I could sit more comfortably on the sofa, and I redoubled my efforts, bobbing my head and swirling my tongue around the tip of his penis. I felt one of his hands gently rest on my head, urging me on alongside his heavier breathing as I worked on his cock. We’d talked before meeting about the fact he hadn’t had any action in a while, and this showed as I continued to suck on him hungrily, as it seemed like only minutes before I noticed him tense and moving his hips, before he hissed “Oh god I’m going to cum…” I didn’t let up, still sucking as he continued “I’m going to cum in your mouth”. He duly did just that, and I felt powerful spurts of his cum filling my mouth almost as quickly as I could swallow. This finally subsided just as I thought it might be too much, and I swallowed it all down, barely noticing his groans as I focused on the task at hand until I finally pulled my mouth away from his member once he was spent. Recovering his composure after a handful of expletives, he commented that “I can’t believe one of the quietest girls in my classes has just sucked my cock…”, bringing a slightly bashful giggle from me. “And did it turn you on making your former teacher cum?” he asked, to which I just nodded.

“Let me find out for myself” he said in a low voice as he sat back next to me. His somewhat rough hand was soon on my knee, then without a pause moved its way up my inner leg and thigh, and found its way between my legs to press against the black, lacy French knickers I was wearing. Rubbing me through the fabric, he smiled as I sighed and shifted in my seat, enjoying the sensation. After a few moments he paused. “Let’s get this dress off” he requested. He stood up alongside me, reaching out to the zip at the front of the black dress and slowly pulling it all the way down until my dress was completely undone. I shrugged it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, before reaching up and pulling off my sweater before letting it drop next to the dress.

Now stood before him in just my bra, knickers and socks, his hand reached out, tracing over my breasts, then again swiftly moving – this time down my stomach, brushing over the front of my underwear, and then after that momentary tease his hand moved back up and inside my knickers, pushing inside them to reach my wet pussy and start running his fingers up and down its length. I sighed again and began to breath more heavily as he rubbed my pussy, as he began to quietly ask in my ear “Did your teachers always make you wet like this?… Did you ever imagine me fingering you?… I wish more of my students let me put my hand in their panties like this”. I moaned as he found my clit and began to rub it firmly. After a brief spell of us both enjoying this moment, he asked and beckoned for me to sit down, which have him the opportunity to kneel before me, reaching for the waistband of my underwear and pulling it down as I lifted my hips and then legs until they joined my other items of clothing on the floor.

His hands spread my legs, before his right hand returned to recommence rubbing my pussy. I was soon squirming and moaning on his sofa as he used my wetness to lubricate his fingers and rub my clit rapidly, occasionally switching to slip one, then two, fingers into my pussy and finger my wetness rapidly as I gripped the sofa. We fingered me for a little while, before the desire to do something else overcame him, and he shuffled forward to lean in, moving his hand and replacing it almost instantly with his mouth and tongue pressing against my clit. His tongue was as firm as insistent as his fingers, and I found myself hooking my legs over his shoulders as he pressed his head deeper between my thighs to eat me with abandon.

While his tongue worked my clit, I was aware of him fiddling with his trousers, pulling them and his briefs down to reveal a growing erection which he began stroking as he licked me. Seeing his thick cock hardening added to my arousal, although not as much as his rough tongue working hard against my clitoris as an orgasm built. There was no let up until that orgasm reached its peak, and I jerked and shuddered, moaning on his sofa as my thighs involuntarily clamped around his head and he continued to lap at me until I couldn’t take any more.

While I recovered, he stood up, now fully erect and shrugging off his pants and trousers. “I should take you upstairs but I just need to fuck you right here, right now” he said, still breathless from being trapped between my thighs and rapidly unbuttoning his shirt. His instantaneous desire seemed short-lived for a moment, as he swore and cursed that his condoms were still upstairs, but I came to the rescue by pointing out I had one in my bag, leaning over the side of the sofa to recover it. “You were so ready for me to fuck you, weren’t you?” he said with bright eyes as I handed him the condom wrapper, which he rapidly tore open and took a little time rolling the protection over his erection, standing proud and ready.

Back on his knees in front of the sofa, and me, I scooted forward as he shuffled to meet me. Taking his cock in his hand, he slapped it against my clit, then allowed it to rub up and down my pussy lips for a while, enjoying the moment of anticipation for perhaps the first time in our encounter. Finally though, he was ready, and with his cock at my entrance he very slowly, carefully began to sink into me. I moaned, shifting a little as he started to fill me. It took a few movements as he slowly fed his thick cock inside me, but he was soon comfortably in me and ready to move. “Your pussy feels incredible” he told me, before starting to move slowly, using his hips to push in and out of me.

He soon picked up the pace, still occasionally telling me things like “You’re such a good shag”. Taking one of my legs in each hand, he held them up high, fucking my faster while my legs held high but together, making me feel tighter and increasing the sensation for both of us. He continued to fuck me quickly, moving my legs every so often – spreading them wide, then pushing them back to open me up to him further as he thrust against me.

This continued for about five minutes, until he pulled out. “I’m going to cum too quickly like this.. come and ride me”. Sitting himself on the sofa, I got up slightly unsteadily and straddled him. Once in place, I reached down and placed his still hard cock at my entrance, and slowly but easily sank onto it with a sigh. After moving a little on him until I was satisfied he was deep in me, I soon started to bounce on him quite rapidly. His hands held my hips as I rode him, both of us breathing hard and grunting and moaning with my motions as I bounced hard on him. Eventually his hands reached up to my bra, unhooking it after some fumbling while I continued to move and tossing it aside next to us. He pawed at and massaged my breasts as I fucked him, occasionally trying to kiss and suck on my nipples but struggling as I moved rapidly on him, alternating for a while to grinding against him, loving the pressure and stimulation on my clit as I did so.

Eventually I resumed slamming myself onto his cock, his hands on my hips again pulling me down onto him as we fucked hard and deep. It was maybe another five minutes before I felt his hips raising to meet me. “Don’t stop” he implored, several times. “That’s it. Don’t stop… I’m going to cum…. Fuck, I’m cumming” he shouted as I moaned and kept up the speed of my hips ensuring his cock slid in and out as he filled the condom with his second load of the day.

As his head lolled back on the sofa I finally stopped, out of breath, before dropping off onto the sofa and brushing back my sweat-matted hair. “Fuck…” he said again, “You’re so good… so amazing”. We sat in silence for a while, naked and sweaty, before he broke that silence. “I’ll get us some more wine then let’s head upstairs, it’s more comfortable there”. Nodding, still breathless, he took our glasses to the kitchen, returning shortly with glasses refilled, and beckoning with his head to follow him up the stairs… at least, until he nodded for me to go first. “I want to look at your arse and wet pussy climbing my stairs” he told me, unapologetically.

Directing me into the bedroom, we both settled down on the bed, still naked but recovering while we drank our respective wine. After some initial silence we also talked some more – before meeting I’d noted that I hadn’t had a crush on him at school, which he’d (rightly) taken to mean there was a teacher I *did* have a crush on. He pressed me on who my crush was, half-jokingly needling my reticent to tell him (threatening me with detention etc), but he was so keen to know that I finally gave him and told him. “Wasn’t he your form teacher for the last couple of years?” I nodded. “I knew it! All the girls eye him up. He’s single too you know… I bet he’d love to fuck you. Should I ask him?” “NO!!” I shouted out of reactionary embarrassment while he grinned and laughed, even though I secretly hoped that he might.

Eventually our drinks were drained, and with our hands free festivities resumed, in the form of a long oral session. Laying out on the bed for him, he licked and fingered my increasingly wet pussy to first one, then two orgasms over the course of 20 minutes or so. He then requested me to get on all fours and, hands pulling apart my ass cheeks, his tongue dived into my pussy once again as he pressed his face against me and ate me out again. Another ten minutes later, I enjoyed another oral orgasm. From here, at his suggestion, we ended in a 69 – him laid back on the bed as I straddled him, lowering my pussy to his mouth and my own mouth to his already hardening cock to take it into my mouth and use my lips and tongue to bring it to a full erection.

Once he was hard and ready, he gently rolled me off him and grabbed a condom from his dresser drawer. As he unwrapped and applied it, he directed me to stand by the bed and bend over, before moving behind me as he did so. With one hand on my hip and the other guiding his cock, this time he sunk easily into my pussy which was very wet and ready for him, and soon built up a steady rhythm, gripping my hips and gradually fucking me harder.

The room was soon filled with the sound of his body slapping against mine, his breathing and my moans as I leaned my hands on the bed and spread my legs wider to brace myself against the thick cock slamming into me. We fucked like this for some time until he told me he wanted to see my face while he fucked me, prompting me to turn over and lay back on the bed. Clambering on top of me, he reached down and slid easily into me again, and we resumed fucking hard – my legs spread as he pressed himself against me, his balls slapping against me as he pumped his cock in and out of me, watching my expression as I moaned and panted in front of him while he fucked me.

Feeling himself getting closer, he asked me to get back onto all fours, telling me to make myself cum while he fucked me. Knowing what he meant, I reached back to my clit as he entered me again, rubbing myself while he fucked me some more. He moved a little slower and a little more gently now, occasionally coaxing me on, asking if I was getting close and whether I was going to cum on his cock. Once I warned him that I was getting close and felt my orgasm well on its way, he resumed his hard fucking – again his hands gripped my hips as he pounded me, while my hand worked furiously on my clit. He was still fucking me when I came, gripping me tighter to stop me pulling away as he fucked me as fast as he could. This only extended my orgasm, and not long after it finished I felt him pulling out fast, tearing off the condom as he grunted, groaned and shot his cum over my back.

Collapsing onto my front, and him onto his side, we both lay silently regaining our breath. Eventually he offered me the use of his shower, as well as the offer of sharing one, but I was feeling a little too sore and worn out by that point to take him up on the offer, and instead cleaned myself up before heading downstairs to recover my scattered clothes and get dressed.

With time getting on, it was time to head home, so he called an Uber and sent me on my way with a request to “Let me know the next time you’re visiting home”. Arriving home, my sister asked how my friends are doing, and I had a sudden realisation… did I fuck one of my sister’s teachers? I have no idea, and don’t dare ask their names.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cnqisb/a_tinder_hookup_with_a_former_teacher_fm