This happened in the summer of 2018. I returned to college from home for my final year in college while my dry spell has continued into its fourth month. Touching myself will do it for me for two hours, but leaves me wanting more always, and I end up in a sad horny phase and brings me to this upward (or downward?) horny spiral that will not end.
Knowing that I will probably not end up either working or continuing education around anywhere close to where I was, I decided that I am not looking for a long term relationship. I started going to try my luck on all the dating apps that I can lay my hands on. Tinder, Bumble, CoffeeMeetsBagel, you name it. I wanted a long term fuck buddy to end my dry spell. I wanted someone that will fuck me properly, tie my hands up, put a blindfold around me, spank my ass, and fuck me with absolutely no mercy and turn my desert of a pussy into a fucking ocean.
Well, as I was browsing through bored laying in bed on a Friday night I opened this app called Pure. Unlike Tinder, Pure only has a picture of the person and how far away they are from you. If you matches with someone and initiates a conversation, you could only have one hour to chat through the app. On a list of people that has liked me, this cute guy that has longer hair and his hair down matches with me. The guys that have previously fucked me all didn’t appear as cute as they did in the pictures. I felt like I wasn’t necessarily into anyone that I fucked before that much looks wise, so I felt like it would already be a win even if I do the deed to do some dirty chatting in this one hour. I liked him back immediately.
Well, it was a first time that the guy didn’t reach out to me first. So I say hi to him, asks how he’s doing, finds out that he is smoking some weed, hanging out with a cat, and drinking some kombucha. A hipster, I thought, wouldn’t be judging all my hipster choices, and I like that about a person. We chat about the weather stuff for a while and all I can think about is “why is this guy not talking about why he is on here on a Friday night yet?” Sure, it is refreshing that a guy wasn’t asking me for nudes when we first start chatting but this is beyond average.
Trying to get us into the mood, I started to ask “Well, if you are here with me tonight, what do you want to do to me?”
“Mmmm, probably going to smoke some weed with you, cuddle with you and start kissing you around the neck…”
Mmmm, this whole talk of foreplay, gets me going wild, man. Especially the neck!!!! As much as I love my pussy being plowed, a bit of foreplay doesn’t hurt.
We proceed to talk to each other about how we want to fuck each other, me wanting him to fuck me like the little slut that deserved everything punishment coming to me. He surprised me by saying that he might be a bit submissive compared to being dominant. He also didn’t ask me to send a ton of nudes – which I definitely would have enjoyed posing for him because he is fucking gorgeous. He didn’t update me about where he was while he was touching myself, which I also thought was out of the ordinary because I felt like men love to share that shit with people. Looking at the hard cock picture he sent me and with the help with some dirty internet videos, I managed to come and passed out, said goodbye to my friend on the internet, was wondering if he just wanted to chat through the night, or was actually being serious.
I spent the next day meeting up with one of my friends without hearing from him until I was on a bus back to college. I was sitting next to a friend while I got a text from him, saying that he did greatly enjoy chatting with me last night, and he was wondering if I wanted to meet up with me. Now, I was very shy with other people and I did not want them to know that I am on apps such as tinder since I am at a college where everybody knows everybody and gossip travels faster than wind (although the fact that I signed up already sold me out), and I absolutely DID NOT want other people to find out what I was up to. I put away my phone really quickly, contemplated what I should say.
“Sure. When works for you?”
“How about Monday night? I’ll get a hotel that is close to you.”
My horny pussy has possessed my brain. If there is a compromising situation I will just manage to get out somehow since it is close to where I am. The day rolls around, I shower after I get off work, stayed in the dress I wore to work and put on my new shoes, peeled a banana in an attempt of being sexy, tells my roommate that I am staying with someone that is my high school friend [not wanting her to judge me], ready for my pussy to be pounded.
“Hey, I’m parked around [X street that was about a five minute walk and a 30 second drive to where I am]. Where you at?”
I told him where we were at and we start walking towards each other. I saw him as I walked down the stairs. He did not disappoint. He looks as amazing as the photo and is still giving off his cool vibe. We hugged. We have awkward small talk as we walk down the hill about what he is up to for this summer, finds out that he has been working in for a company for about 10 ish years, me thinking “this guy must be a bit older than he looks” and “I absolutely hope no one see me”. I get into his car, says to him “Can we get out of here?”
I get a kiss on my mouth as he started to touch me over. Well, that was exactly what I wished no one will see.. but it’s sooooooo hot and just got my mind racing for the longest 10 minute car ride ever. My pussy is dripping juice as we tried to carry the small talk, while his mind is on driving and mine on getting fucked and ending my pussy drought soon as those seeds are brought in.
Well, I thought I only had to wait 10 minutes to have the car ride finish. I also had to wait for reception to give us the keys to our room, the parking stuff for the car, yadayada. We finally got into the room, I finally got to throw my banana peel away. I asked: “Could you help me unzip my dress?”
We started to kiss like we did in the car. Except this time I was not afraid of anyone seeing me so I am letting the slutty self out. I started to aggressively throw my tongue into his mouth, which is soon reciprocated. I find how quickly and skillfully he managed to unhook my bra was impressive, and he started to grab onto my tits more as we are still kissing.
“Spank me, daddy, I’ve been a naughty girl thinking about you.” Well, seemed like he had a soft spot for naughty girls because I needed to be spanked a lot harder than that. “Harder, daddy!” Spank. Spank. After 10 ish iterations it was finally right for me. “You have a really nice bouncy ass”, he said. I bet there are red marks all over my ass at this point. I started to pull his pants off aggressively and feeling that beautifully hard cock of his. A whooping 7 inches long, appeared even better than the pictures that he sent to me. Man, this cute guy needs to take more flattering pictures.
I get his cock in my mouth. It’s been a while since I’ve felt a cock in my mouth too while I hornily stare into his eyes appearing hungry, despite falling prey. “Daddy, fuck me please?”
“Sure thing baby girl.” He pulled out a condom, slid it onto his hard beautiful dick and slid his cock in my pussy. Oh, how this pussy is longing for some real dick to fill it up. I moaned as he continued to kiss me and feel me all over the place. I’m so happy to be pleasing this beautiful man right in front of me. He is kissing me all over the place, on my neck, on my mouth, on my cheeks, the looks on his face feels like I have managed to suck his brains out with my pussy. My vagina has been irrigated. It wasn’t too long after this that I sudden felt him harden in my pussy and felt him came as he collapsed on top of me. He slowed pulled out of me, dick still hard, tied up the condom and threw it away.
“Mmmmmmmmm……… I haven’t gotten dinner yet and I’m really hungry.” He said, as we went to a sandwich place and shared a tuna sandwich together as I learned he is pescatarian, true to the assumption I made about him about “Probably not eating some kind of meat”. We drove back to the hotel, lie down as we talked a bit about ourselves more now that we have exchanged bodily fluids. The whole age thing that I was wondering about him has came back: “Well, if you have been working for your company for 15 years, if this isn’t too much of a question, how old are you?”
“Well…. how old do you think I am?”
“Well, you would be around your 30s I’m guessing, or at least late 20s. You definitely look like you’re in your 20s though.”
“Well, I’m 34.”
I did not realize that I just ended up in bed with someone that is almost the twice of my age. While my mind is blown away, the fact that he was older and so much more mature than some of the other boys that I have met in my life that is my age was really a big turn on. We talked some more and when it came to my sexual experiences about coming, I said: “Well, I don’t think I’ve really came before. At least not when I was with my previous partners.”
He was shocked. “Really? Well, I could definitely make you come some.”
He then got down to my pussy and started slowly licking my clit. I started to twitch a little bit and let out a soft moan. HIs head was buried around my lower body but I could still see his beautiful long hair tied into a man bun, which I started touching and man his hair feels really soft and shiny. I started to notice a good amount of grey hair that he has, which only turned me on even more. I felt like this guy had a story. He started to slowly maneuver his fingers inside my pussy and started pulling in and out. This was really starting to drive me over the edge, the fact that my pussy is getting some love from other people other than its owner’s brain controlling everything that goes into it right now. I felt like I was really close to coming for maybe twice and I let out some screams, a steady crescendo in volume and pitch. His strokes and his licking also got faster as I moaned heavier, louder, and I had the mind shattering orgasm that I had that made me lie there on the hotel bed, unable to think anything straight for at least a minute.
“And now you have came. Good.” We laid in bed together as we started chatting again. I tried to play a clip of the Amazing Mrs Maisel for him, which is something that we talked about last night (watching TV shows) and how I almost have a crush on the main character’s actress. Well, he wasn’t in the mood for it, and maybe five minutes into the episode as the characters started to make out, we started making out again, me still naked from my previous session, him pulling out another condom and putting it on his dick as he started to pin me down using his hands so I wasn’t able to move my arms. God, I loved this restraint. I was so satisfied from what I have got from him but was also craving for more, and he was giving me more. So much more. His constant fondling of my breasts and kissing my neck continues to drive me over the edge as his cock strokes in my pussy, from slow to hard, from sweet to absolutely savage. I felt like the dirty whore that I was and craved for more action as he continues to swipes my ass and as he kept calling me “oh baby girl, you are such a sexy little thing.” I could feel my boobs bouncing and my pussy working at it absolute hardest to be making and pumping out all those juices as he came a second time inside me.
We were in bed together, he offered me an arm to pillow onto and I had him spoon me for the rest of the night as I needed to go to bed for some 9am work the next day. I then started to circle my arms around him, and I was really really darn happy when he said he is into cuddling and didn’t find the idea of cuddling an one night stand weird.
I felt asleep so peacefully and didn’t even wake up once. Usually, when I am in bed with a stranger, I would have such a hard time falling asleep and I would wake up so many times during the night. It was not what happened that night. I woke up the second morning as we shared a sleepy kiss with each other, and shared our sweet bodily juices together one more time. We got breakfast together as we chatted more with each other. He dropped me off back at my college so I could get to work.
I spent the entire day wondering if my boss noticed that I never changed. She noticed that I was smiling an awful lot. Sure, who could manage to disguise that smile after having a fantastic night with such a cutie, when the cute person is also into you and call you all kinds of sexy things, and when my dry phase is finally over?
We ended up texting each other with naughty things nonstop, and we met again in the weekend. Then the Monday after. Then the weekend after, then the weekend after…. We went through an entire box of condoms on the first weekend we were together. With the man that I initially only knew the face of, the man that I didn’t even know how old he was when I signed up for fucking with him. We’ve been happily dating for over a year now and we’ve moved in together, and while I thought those dating apps are wild and sometimes unexpectedly fun and full of surprises, I love having this beautiful person to hang out with, chat with, fuck with, eat with and live with, and I wouldn’t trade that for anyone else. Well, I did still say that we met on Tinder as I am still that shy ish person with a crazy side.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dms3oq/20f_meeting_on_tinder
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