I had set goals to make this year, my year. I was fitter than I had been in years, regularly working out and seeing amazing results. I even had a brief but extraordinary fling with my gym personal trainer that was hot as fuck but we decided to cool it for a whole multitude of reasons but mainly because we had a good friendship and it was best to keep things professional. I was back in education part-time doing a 6-year degree to start eventually start a new career that would give me purpose, direction and hopefully job satisfaction. In the meantime, I was working retail Monday – Friday 9 to 5 in a stressful job, working out 5 days a week at the gym, on top of trying to make new friends when I had some spare time.
My relationship with my SO is a complicated one. We had been together a long time and were not the people we were when we met. We had both grown and maybe outgrown each other and some might say drifted apart. We are not married but lots of financial and personal obligations we are stuck with each other. As I reached my 30’s my sexual appetite and libido was on fire and through the roof. I realised I was in my sexual prime and a lot of baggage about my sexual side I no longer worried about but I needed constant stimulation, be it intimacy, sex drive and feeling desired and wanted.
My SO, on the other hand, was more interested in titillation than sex he would like the idea of me playing with myself at work and letting him know, his only real sexual side would come out if we could have sex in public places. Sex in public bathrooms was the only time he would come alive for and if he could drag me to a bathroom in a public space and if I would agree I would see a different side to him. I am a cautious person by nature so even though it was exciting and I would oblige every so often, another side of me feared being caught and after a while, the novelty had worn off. His family were European and we would go visit them from time to time and that was the only other time I would see his sexual side awaken he would want me to go with him to public nude saunas and would get hands-on and intimate and we would get up to some mischief. Other than those though it was mostly a dead bedroom, he enjoyed his job and was working his way up the ladder. His downtime would be video games, watching sport and game nights with his work friends. His social life I was never invited out to. Our life trajectory had diverted but we still carried on as a couple and just got on with it. I don’t think either of us was unhappy as such but we were also not happy and just getting from day to day, also we had obligations keeping us together and I don’t think we wanted to disappoint our respective families.
When the fling happened with my trainer my SO was aware of my behaviour changing and noticed some changes like always on my phone, a bit secretive, keenness in chatting with my personal trainer constantly and attitude changes. I was on my phone more and he suspected something might be up but never chose to confront me or ask and deep down I don’t think he felt threatened or actually cared. He is from a very progressive European City and what most would judge as cheating he saw as something under what I mentioned earlier about him liking titillation to him that would fall under that bracket. He is not a cuckold or into that stuff but he likes me rule-breaking. Before the fling ended I came clean, he told me he suspected something was up, asked for some details and asked was I leaving him and I said no and he said that is fine and to have fun. We never really discussed anything again and I don’t think it bothered him which I am not going to lie bothered me as I didn’t want to hurt him but I thought it might unleash some jealousy or emotions to make me feel wanted.
Life carried on for a bit and I started to notice some changes in him, he wanted sex more. He would mention tinder every so often and I presumed he was hinting he was on it or thinking about joining. Our sex life had improved to what was before and he was making more of an effort to include me in his life, we would do social stuff, attend concerts, go on walks, see shows and I felt for the first time in so long I was not excluded from his life and we were a unit again and I wasn’t just on my own. As I left a whole life behind for his career.
One night on a rare night out drinking he brought up tinder again and told me when school finishes for the summer break that I should join. I was like why? And he is like I think it could be hot and I would like to be involved in some way and see who you match with. I dismissed it as even though my new sexual side was now awoken in me and I craved adventure. I did not see tinder as an avenue I want to explore as I am a strong believer in connections, passion and intimacy and not the type of girl to do one night stands. But I could see in his eyes the idea of me on it was exciting him. He took out his phone and said lets set you one up. I laughed it off but let him and of course as he was busy making my profile my mind wandered and curiosity got the better and I wondered just who would want to match with me and it might be interesting to find out.
As we walked home he was still excited by this idea of me on tinder and said so I set you one up and I want to control it. I want to swipe for you, set your match criteria and you can meet 5 matches. I was too tipsy to argue or even further discuss and nodded and thought this would all be forgotten about in the morning.
The next day I got home from after a run and my SO came to me with a beaming smile on his face and said you have got some matches. I was like really? And took the phone off of him. I had about 15 matches and some were female. I said you never told me you set the criteria for men and women and he was like keep all options open and the distance is only a few KM.
Of all the matches, he swiped for me and the ones were we mutually matched, some were intriguing. He handed me his phone and told me to go talk to some of them and try to meet one tonight. I took the phone from him still sweaty from my run and spent what must have been 3 hours engaging with my matches and more connections being made. Of all the matches. Two stood out. I struck up a connection with Eric who was an older gentleman in his 50’s. He was sophisticated, had a way with words and had intersting stuff to say. He talked about me in the most respectful and thoughtful ways, how beautiful I was and we had some intense stimulating conversation. He had a dapper, dashing appearance, salt n’ pepper hair and beard and an immaculate dress sense from his pictures. He was man from a different time that all romantic novels would portray. Hansome, tailored suits, sophistication and a true gent. I was swooning.
The only other memorable initial match was a lady of my age who was just out of her first lesbian relationship and she now wanted to play the field for a bit and make up for some lost time by meeting other women. Some of what she said I could identify with given my situation and this year of development and she was very adamant she was keen to meet soon. She was a hairstylist and her style was very much her own but also daring and bold, she had the most fantastic haircuts in all her profile pics and told me that all the pictures were recent and she is always changing her look and colour. To my introverted eyes, she seemed brave, exciting and even from our brief chats I got the impression she seized the day, lived for the moment and was direct and living life each day. Also, she kept insisting she was very very keen to meet me as soon as possible.
I noticed the time after what must have felt maybe not more than half an hour and it was already evening time. I had not changed from my run so I put the phone to one side and went to shower and change. When I undressed I saw the inside of my underwear and I was genuinely shocked just by how unaware I was of how aroused these tinder chats had got me. I felt tingles in pussy conversing the whole time with the two above mentioned but they truly both had stirred something in me I wasn’t even aware of as I was too busy multitasking between chats.
As I played with myself in the shower I imagined myself and the scenario that would go down with each had I met either and both situations just excited me more. I left the showerhead between my legs and my mind wandered to the possibilities to this tinder challenge set by my SO. I orgasmed so hard to all these potential situations and what my new connections would want to do to me, what I wanted to do to them.
As I prepared dinner I looked out the window and thought to myself fuck it, why be home and bored on a Saturday? So I installed Tinder on my phone. Messaged the girl again and said I can meet. We exchanged numbers and chatted on WhatsApp for a bit and she said to meet her in a gay bar in town. I had not been to a gay bar since I relocated and had not had any experience with women since some experimentation in college. So I was getting a bit anxious and doubting my abilities. My list of conquests is few. Also, I think different to most girls I feel.
Gender or even physical beauty is not what stimulates me it is always connection and aura and when it comes to the physical I find flaws in people attractive. I like crooked teeth, I like scars, blemishes signs of life. I find larger bearded men more attractive than Adonis bodies, with women I find quirky and own sense of style far more attractive than catwalk looks and size 8 bodies. I don’t see beauty in perfection. My SO was my ideal partner when we met, he was huggable, had soulful eyes, a quirky dress sense, gave the best hugs, wore nerdy glasses when it was unfashionable, deadpan dry humour and had a prominent nose. Intelligence, respect, thoughtfulness, kindness, soulfulness is whats turns me on.
My one regret, however, deciding to get with my SO initially was I never experienced many relationships with women as it was a side I desperately wanted to experience more as all my brief female encounters had a different level of arousal and intimacy. Knowing each other’s bodies and how we work, not having to explain what you like but just sounding each other out and knowing the magic and thrills of touch, kissing and playfulness. Also being eating out by a woman there is no comparison. The few experimental encounters I experienced always made me want to experiment more and to try discover my sexual orientation.
Getting dressed to go out I decided to wear a knee-length black dress on my date, black tights, black heels and a large white belt to not come across as complete goth and send my poor date running the other way. I got an Uber to the destination and the driver who was a lovely older gent complimented me on my appearance and I felt ready for this date and to just see what happens. I was equally nervous and excited and had that weird mix of butterflies. When I entered the bar I saw this what can only say was a vision of energy, rebellion and beauty in front of me. The feeling of butterflies alleviated instantly.
Karla had bright short spiky pink hair, dressed in a camouflage jacket, plaid skirt, fishnet tights, a yellow batman t-shirt and the nighest doc marten boots I have even. As soon as our eyes met she ran towards me and kissed me on the lips and said you made it, I am so glad. We drank pink gin, talked about life, our future goals, I got some hair tips and as the night neared an end we danced till closing. Her hands were all over me and I just wanted to have my hands on her back and press her against me. Making out passionately. It was exhilarating and a real eye-opener of what I had been missing out on. I always assumed I was more curious than bi but I found myself realising I am actually bi. Her touch and embrace had me melting, she had the most amazing smile and she would keep making me place my hands on her tits so I could feel her nipple piercings. At the end of the night, she had her hand up my skirt and whispered to me you are coming home with me tonight. I smiled and agreed.
Back at hers, we made it as far as the sofa, I decided to be straight and say it had been a long time since I was last with a girl just in case I disappointed but she hushes me mid-sentence by placing her finger on my lips which I bit then sucked. She ran her hands through my hair unbuckled my belt and lifted my dress above me. She starts to run her hands all over my body and kept telling me how beautiful I am and she made me feel beautiful. I felt a desire like I had never felt before. She placed her hand down my tights and felt my wetness, smiled and watched me react as she paid attention to my clit. She rubbed more intimately and joked she knows what she is doing she has some experience with these and told me just to enjoy myself and I was. She kept kissing me as she rubbed me. I was tingling, dripping and all my hairs on my neck and arms were standing on edge. I was in the moment and it was bliss. Her touch was so sensual and how my body reacted seemed to be only encouraging her more to make me react more. I was moaning intensely and her eyes were lit with what she was doing to me. I made her stop momentarily as I wanted to see her better. I took her clothes off and she took my tights and underwear down. Kissing my pussy so cutely little repeated kisses and using the tip of the tongue just to take a little taste. I played with her tits, pulled on the piercings then sucked on them. Kissed down to her stomach and started to rub her clit. The heat between her legs was intense. She was creamy to the touch. I’d never seen a pussy so glisteningly turned on I started to finger her deep and hard to hear the juices sputter and I was so keen to hear her moan and groan too. She started to play with my clit and we made out as I kept fingering her and she focused rubbing on my clit. We were both so giggly, I think she liked my innocence and trepidation but also I knew what I was doing and I loved her confidence approach. We were two sides of a coin. Opposites attracting and being pulled together. The more we made out the more it gave me tingles and little bolting jolts. The energy between us was electric, I am making no exaggeration when I state that. We were passing little static shocks to each other and truly connected.
The smell of sex and lust between us was overwhelming her aroma was alluring. Her pupils were fully dilated and her brown eyes were expressing her joy and naughtiness. I could tell she wanted to take control and have her way with me but there was a stubborn rebellious side in me saying no I want to show her I can give as good as I can get and I too have her soaked so maybe I should have my way with her. A sexy intimate standoff that just made us please the other more intensely. I had a feel of her body and had sounded her out maybe she just had the same erogenous zones as myself. But I truly did feel in that heat of the moment situation I was in tune with her I knew what she wanted and needed and where she needs particular attention. I bit on her neck and she moaned my fucking god as if her whole body became overwhelmed as her chest pressed against mine. I ran my hands through her hair kissed her neck and moved behind her and kissed down her back. I then ran my tongue up her spine and bit the other side of her neck. I lay her down on the sofa as she was trying to show me attention too and I shushed her only she did shush and laid there as I ran my hands just under her breasts delicately and intricately rubbing her ribs. I got between her legs and start to run my tongue down her stomach and moved to the floor as I centred her and spread her legs open. Using the tip of my tongue I circled her clit. Her juices were driving me wild, whatever pheromones she was giving off had me feverish. I had to taste her and taste her I did. Head between her legs I devoured her and call it sexual frustration, newfound confidence, kismet but I knew my mission was to make her cum there and then. And cum she did I used my hands I held her hips. I buried my face deep into her and buried my tongue even deeper and imagined and thought how I need to be eaten out how badly I crave it, how good she tastes and wanting to please and impress her. I wanted to make the best first impression. Within minutes her body was spasming intensely. Her legs kicking and her whole body stiffening. I felt her orgasm in my mouth, her pussy throbbing and I just kissed between her legs. I lifted my head up higher to see her reaction. Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head and she was screaming fuck, oh fuck and I could tell she was feeling an almighty rush and release.
It made me feel invincible and like I had a purpose, I have always felt I was a sexual creature but maybe shyness, inhibitions, fear whatever had held me back. But no more this magic lamp had been rubbed, the genie out of the bottle and it was not going back in. I rested on her chest listened to her heartbeat and soon as her body started to rewire itself back to basic functioning we continued with more intimacy, sensual beautiful magical touching and made out some more.
She paused and stopped me, looked me in the eyes and said no had ever done before that what she just experienced. I was so ecstatic to be praised but all I could say was nice. She then start to rub my clit again but more determined to show what she can do. I was so turned on knowing I made her cum like that I came almost instantly also her touch was the sexiest. I can’t describe it but it just felt meaningful, direct but so delicate. Intimacy, passion, directness but so sensual I was putty in her hands. I came as her fingers went in me for the first time. She was now on the floor and my legs spread open and tasting me and I loved it. It was a different approach too to however I was eaten, and I was trying to recover from an orgasm of mighty proportions and thinking wow this feels new and I came again even harder. I felt like I blacked out momentarily and went to an out-of-body experience and when I returned back in the room and in my body. I was aware we were making out sharing our juices in each other’s mouths. We wore each other out and we fell asleep on sofa arms around each other.
When I awoke that morning the smell of sex was even more prevalent in the room, we were both sticky, and singing each other’s praises and she was doubting I was inexperienced with girls and it had been so long as I tried to make out. I did my best to explain how my intuitive side just kicks in and I feel I just knew what she wanted and I also thought about what I would want. We made out some more and I said I will have to get going as I put on my dress from the night before. We hugged again and I thanked her for an amazing night.
When I got home my SO said so how did it go? I gave him some details and he seemed pleased for me and excited to know I was with a girl. He then said you have 4 more encounters to go. It genuinely excited me and was like a thrill to know I could do this again possibly with 4 more people. I looked at my phone and decided to message the older guy and said would you like to meet up soon. His response was lovely, thoughtful and basically said how it would be an absolute pleasure to be in my company. I knew I made the right decision and I said we would meet up later this week.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dxxln6/fucked_a_girl_i_met_on_tinder_and_it_was_so_much
Hot!!!!
Nice. But seriously, lose the BF…