[MF] Two consecutive Tinder hookups; in the airport bathroom (19 F) and then later on the plane (46 F).

I thought I’d submit something for the month’s contest, since it seems that since my last steady girlfriend, my sex life has been nothing but hook ups, to the point where I’ve seriously considered getting a vasectomy on occasion. Anyway, here’s the one I consider the best, which happened two years back.

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I was in DC at the time waiting for my plane to the UK to go and finish my last year at uni (mother was British before she married, and has always insisted I go do my degree there, in case anyone’s wondering; caused a lot of complications really). I was checking my wallet for some change to grab something to eat (not really that enthusiastic about the meals on planes) when realized I had a leftover condom from a hook up a week or so back. I suddenly get this wild itch, so out came my phone. I adjusted my profile description to indicate that I was looking for a quick one if anyone was nearby and game, then started swiping as many passable faces as I could see to save a little time.

About 10 or 15 minutes later, I had three messages. The 46 yo Victoria was the first I replied to, since she’s was the sort of woman I’d never have the courage to approach in real life, but the fact that she was hitting me up under these particular circumstances had me giddy. We exchanged a few pleasantries before she asked me how much time I had. I told her I was getting on my flight an hour from then, and she gave me the flight number of the plane. I asked her how she knew and she told me it was her flight as well. She didn’t say anything else, so I kind of felt the implication there and asked if she felt daring enough to do something mid-flight instead. She replied she had had the same thought. We exchanged seat numbers, leaving me to wait impatiently.

So, it was bit of a dick move, but I was horny, and I took a looking between the other two messages and decided to hit up an East-Asian looking girl called Kim, who’s profile indicated her to be 19. She was really enthusiastic and almost as soon as I had said hello, she was asking if I could meet up. After giving the thumbs up, we agreed to meet up near a toilet that wasn’t too far from where I was. I send a quick message to the other, thanking her, but had already made arrangements so as not to keep her hanging – she looked nice and was 22 like me, but her profile picture looked a little serious.

I waited for a few minutes before I got another message from Kim, telling me that we couldn’t go all the way, but, if I was down for it, she’d give me a blow job. I figured if she wanted to snub me, she wouldn’t have offered anything at all, so I told her it was okay by me. A few minutes more and then I see her coming in the distance at a quick pace. She’s like a lot of east Asian girls I’ve seen, though her big, toothy smile stood out the most, and long black hair that would have reached her back if she hadn’t tied it in ponytail. She’s slender, had a tank top, tight pair of daisy dukes, sneakers, and a huge backpack. She was all happy and bouncy the moment she saw me, and her accent told me she was local rather than the foreigner I thought (and secretly hoped) she might be, though to no disappointment.

We decide on the women’s toilet’s once my investigation revealed too much activity in the men’s side. Kim goes in, and after a few minutes, someone comes out and Kim sticks her face out and waves me in. We quickly commandeered the disabled toilet for our use, just for some extra space so Kim could get rid of her pack.

I quickly undid my belt whilst Kim squatted in front of me, got my pants down and cock out, and starts going down on me immediately. She was quite good and in short order I’m groaning and bucking my hips gently. She stops for breath and apologizes again, telling me her family is being quite adamant that everyone stick together and not be gone for long. I tell her its cool and not to worry about it. She asks me to give her a heads up when I’m about to cum and she goes back to work. We have to quiet down when we hear the door open and some people came inside.

Finally, I tap her shoulder lightly. She pulls me out and puts my cock head to her lower lip, keeping her mouth open and licking my glans whilst she starts pumping with her hand. A few moments later I spurt my load. She catches most of it with her mouth except for an errant shot that hit her upper lip and went to her cheek. She gives me that big, toothy grin again before spitting my semen into her free hand. She sucked the head of my cock, swirling it with her tongue and then got up to go and wash and rinse.

Slipping out, she lets me know she’ll signal when the coast is clear, so I locked the door behind her and took a moment to wash my privates in the sink, grateful that it was low, and mentally apologizing to any woman who came in there next. I had to wait for a few more minutes as people came in and out, but, finally, I hear Kim’s fierce whisper and head out. Bad timing, however, as I come out just when a woman and her small daughter rounds the corner. She gave me and Kim a very dirty look, but Kim took hold of my hand, pulling me along and stuck her tongue out at her on the way past.

Outside, we exchanged Facebook info and went our ways. I was finally able to wait out boarding in a more relaxed frame of mind.

When the announcer starts the call, I hang around to see if I can spot Victoria. Once I see her come into line, I quickly trotted into the space behind her. She looked a little different from her profile picture, but definitely better in real-life: dark hair that just starting to salt-and-pepper (contrary to the fully dark head of hair in her profile), an elegant face with blue eyes, crows feet, just a bit of a haughty air to her, and some freckles. She had stockings, a pencil skirt, a smart jacket, and a white shirt beneath that gave a bit of a business appearance, especially with the small cabin case she was tugging along. She hand’t done up the top two buttons and her bra was pushing her cleavage into full view.

As we shuffled, she didn’t seem to notice me, so I leaned in and said hi. She was startled at first, but was instantly friendly and warm. Since she didn’t start talking about being intimate, I kept things light and casual. She was from the UK herself (east end London, if I think I got her accent pegged) and had come to the US on work related stuff. She didn’t volunteer more, so I didn’t press. We found our seats, which were a bit far, but, fortunately, still in view of each other. We didn’t converse further.

After the plane had been in the air for a while and it was dark, with everyone sleeping or very passive, I saw Victoria get up all of a sudden. Being in constant anticipation, I had returned to my previous state of friskiness and had been constantly watching for any activity or cue from her. She bumped me with her hip on the way through, as if by accident, and then turned into the toilet. Since there had been one closer to her up front, I figured that that this must be it.

Licking my lips, I scrubbed my hair, waited for a bit and got up slowly, doing my best to casually stroll towards towards the toilets whilst keeping an eye out for anyone who might be watching. I figured I was in the good, so I pushed in and closed the door behind.

Victoria immediately had her arms around my neck as I fumbled to lock the door.

“Took you long enough,” she grinned.

“Well, you know,” I grinned back, slipping my hands around her waist and getting really turned on by her proximity and tarty manner. “I was having a drink and wanted to finish. Had to tuck my neighbor in too.”

“Shut up,” she laughed softly. “Just fuck me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Don’t think I could have waited any longer anyway. I reached down to work her skirt up to her hips whilst she reach down to feel me up through my trousers and groaning once her hand locked on my hard on. I lifted her up onto the edge of the sink and undid my trousers whilst Victoria opened the buttons on her shirt and pulled her bra down to get her breasts out. I started working her nipples with my tongue and teeth which earned me a few appreciative moans from her, and more when I started fingering her through the material of her black, silk panties. Finally, I slid into her panties, down through her crisp pubes and started fingering her.

Victoria was clinging to my neck and swearing randomly every now and again until she held me tightly as she came on my two inserted fingers, with a sultry, strained *’Fuck’* near my ear, which was really hot thanks to her accent. Finally, she let go of me.

“Okay,” she gasped a little breathlessly. “No more foreplay, hun. Just fuck me.”

Alright then. No more foreplay. I got the condom out of my wallet, tore the packaging and unrolled it down my length. Victoria got down and leaned over the toilet and presented her ass. I pulled her thong down to her knees, fixed myself against her slit, with a little help from her, and slid in.

Even through the latex of the condom, I remember thinking the heat of her pussy was amazing. I started shafting her whilst Victoria braced against the wall and sink so that she could shove back into me.

“Sorry to bother you like this,” I grunted at some point.

“Oh god no!” she replied lowly. “I’ve been waiting for some good cock for days now. I’m glad you were around!”

I started to do her harder, risking a little bit of noise since we were at the back of the plane. Also, with the rubber, it would take me a lot longer to cum if I didn’t put the effort.

“Oh? Did you get some before then?” I asked cheekily. Frankly, her trying-to-be-quiet whispers was (to me) the kind of stuff that makes cocks strain in arousal, and her accent sexy as hell.

“Some old shit I met in a bar,” she replied between grunts. “This is *so* much better.”

I was stoked. I would have done her harder at this point, but making noise wasn’t an option. After a whilst, her soft moans strained in orgasm again as she arched her back and I could feel her hips quivering her my hand whilst she plastered herself to me. I eased her off and started shafting her again.

“Christ! How long does it take you to blow?” she hissed after another minute of this. I apologized sheepishly, telling her the condom made it a little difficult, but that I would eventually. When went back at it.

“Are you clean?” she moaned suddenly. I was suddenly like ‘uhhh’, which pissed her off a little I think.

“Yes, I am!” I blurted out, just to cover the little lapse of awkwardness I thought was developing.

“Alright, take it off,” she whispered after a few more thrusts. Mentally, I was like *’shit, shit, shit’*, but in a good, this-is-too-hot-to-be-true way.

Victoria gave a new, deeper moan once I slid myself in after I had pulled it off. God, she was really hot and wet, and, after the dullness of the condom, it was more than a little overwhelming. It didn’t take long after that for me to be on the edge, so I asked her where she wanted me to cum.

“I’m not getting my clothes stained!” she grimaced at me over her shoulder. I thought she might be angry, but she was really starting to buck her hips into me. “Just effing cum inside me; I’m not growing anymore flowers there if that’s-”

She cut off because I was already spilling what was left in my balls for the day into her; her permission had pushed me over the edge almost as soon as she had the words out. I wished I could her face, but Victoria had bunched her head low and out sight whilst the rest of her body tensed to the point where I could feel her quivering soft against me. We stayed welded for a little while until I started to soften up.

“Fuck. Nothing like feeling a hard cock squirt up your cunny,” she sighed as she stood up straight. I stepped back to give her some room and prevent anything that might be left from dirtying her clothes. It was a little awkward because she then silently watched me pull up my trousers and buckle up, but it seemed I worried for nothing.

“So? she asked suddenly, which kind of caught me off guard after her period of silence. I just looked at her, slightly confused and a little slow in the wind-down after my climax.

“Come on, you can be honest,” she started again, a little impatient for my answer. “How was this old cunt for you?”

I was struck stupid, wondering if she was being deliberately self-demeaning or just fishing for compliments. I started to refute her claims of age, but…

“Oh, go to hell!” she shot back, quick as fire. “I *feel* old. I didn’t even think you were going to answer me after I saw your damned face whilst I was swiping on tinder.”

“*Seriously?*” I asked.

“Seriously. And you’re avoiding the fucking question.” I was glad she looked playful again, because I thought things were about to become awkward.

“Want to go again?” I countered. I loved the sight of her thin lips curving up in smile. She tapped her chin in mock consideration.

“I’ll take a rain-check,” she concluded. “Fuck! How long have we been in here?”

She tapped my nose playfully with a finger. “Get out already; I’ve got to clean up now. No way I’m going back to my seat smelling of your spunk.”

“Don’t you feel like be a little daring?” I challenged.

“Not that daring,” she started pushing me at door. “At least, not now, since you’ve been so kind as to roger me with you cock. Come on! Go!”

Thankfully, no one noticed me leaving this time round. Victoria was inside for a fair bit longer, but finally came out just as I was considering dozing off. She passed me without looking, but ran a finger under my jaw, flicking my chin hard. The sight of her hips swaying was really beautiful. We didn’t talk again for the rest of the flight.

At Heathrow airport, we talked again, generally for the most part. I had slept on the flight, so I was a little more refreshed and starting to get horny again. I think it might have been the same for Victoria, because she smirked at me when I suggested we go to the bathroom. Unfortunately, as we were half-way there, her phone rang and she told me her brother was already there to pick her.

“It would have been fun,” she grinned. I was about to ask for her number, but she pre-empted me. “Here. Call me if you’re ever in the neighborhood.”

We didn’t get to hook up again, as the one time I did get down to London, the timing was shitty. We called each other a few times after that to chat, but halfway through the year she stopped responding, so I chose to leave it at that.

Fondly remembered, and wouldn’t hesitate to meet up again if the opportunity presented itself.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ddmacp/mf_two_consecutive_tinder_hookups_in_the_airport