Earlier this fall I matched with a cute, voluptuous Tinder match, who for the purpose of this story I will call Nina. We texted each other over the next two weeks, each conversation me trying to move her towards a date, yet every time I invite her out, Nina always found an excuse to avoid meeting me to the point that I give up on trying to date her in order to pursue other possibilities. Then one night a week or two later, out of the blue Nina writes me, telling me me she lives near Tempelhofer Field, and she’s on her way to the park for an after work beer asks “Do I want to join?”
Knowing she would be liable to cancel at any second, I jump on the chance, grab some beers from the fridge, and nike over to the park. But we had kind of forgotten to set a meeting place, and since the park is huge, it took me almost 45 minutes of confusing texts to find her, and she was just about ready to leave when I did, sitting on a white floral picnic blanket in the middle of the park.
Nina and I sat around drinking beers and looking at the sunset and chatting. And although I usually have a pretty good sense of where the date could go, and whether or not someone is attracted to me, it was very hard to read Nina. I was attracted to her, her easy demeanor, her soft smooth skin, her melodic voice, sweet smile, and curvaceous supple body, round in all the right places.
As night fell, we finished our beers, and quickly approached was obviously going to be decision time. And Nina sprung that question on me, that notorious question that you hate to get on any Tinder date: “What are you looking for on Tinder?” As if there were a right answer…
I looked in Nina’s eyes, waiting for her to reveal some sign, but I still couldn’t really read anything, other than small hint of mischief in her eyes. Without skipping a beat, I crossed the space separating me and her, placed my hand on her neck and started to kiss her. Nina folded into my hands with desire, and her body practically melted against mine as I slid my tongue in her mouth and my hands over her supple body, and pressed her body under me against the picnic blanket. I start to kiss and lick my way down her neck and shoulders, cup her large soft German breasts one after the other in one hand and squeeze and massage them, as my other hand reaches behind and pops open her bra. I take her entire breast in my mouth and suck on it hungrily, and flick my tongue across her nipple as she begins to mean and wriggle under me and as my now bulging erection presses against her crotch.
As I sucked and chewed and licked her tits and rubbed myself against her in the heat of passion I forgot that we were in a public space, and when her moans started to gain in volume and breadth, the fact that others in the park could hear us made me want to make Nina moan louder and louder. I slid my hand down her pants and a single finger along the fluffy smooth lips of her wet swollen slit, as my mouth and other hand explored her body crushed under my weight. I could see the way Nina’s clear blue eyes rolled, and her head arched back, and her legs trembled, that she wanted me to finger her. Yet before I did, I dipped a single finger deep inside her pussy and pulled it out because I wanted to get a taste of her on my tongue before I made her cum – she was sweet and floral and fruity.
And after I sucked her pussy juice from my finger I slid it in her mouth too, so Nina too could taste the wetness I was causing inside her, and after she sucked my finger as well, I ran my hand down her body and hooked my two middle finger up her pulsating pussy, and rapidly and vigorously began to finger her, realizing by the swelling of her cunt, the throbbing of her pussy walls that she was likely a squirter. So I hooked my fingers deep inside her to graze the upper wall of her cunt, and fingered her yet harder and faster while whispering in her ear that I wanted her to cum for me.
I fingered her harder and faster as I can feel the juices begin to rhythmically squirt out of her pussy in bursts, and she quirts and squirts and squirts, and within thirty seconds, Nina cums, her juices covering my hand and forearm, pooling between her legs on the blanket. But still I didn’t stop, instead shifting my position to crouch over her. I wanted her to cum again, and wanted her to moan so loud that everyone in the park would hear her. So I finger her some more while sucking on her tits voraciously, and she reaches down and grabs my cock in her hand, and pulls at it, and I finger her cunt and she pulls on my cock, as I suck her tits, as she moans and writhes and squirts, and finally she cums a second time, her waters spurting out of her pussy like a fountain and I let myself go and spray my cum all over her tits. And then we both collapse in a heap.
Twenty minutes later, as we gather our affairs, Nina admits to me that this is only the second time in her life she has ever squirted, and I jokingly ask her if she is thankful for the experience, and she denies that I had anything to with it, saying that it was only because she was outdoors in public…
*Epilogue*
Actually Nina invited to the same place in the same park over the next three nights, and each night the scene more or less repeated itself, me fingering her till she squirted again and again massive, ending with her transforming into a wet quivering mess, and we joked that each time she had to bring a second pair of pants otherwise she would have gotten cold. But the weird thing is that she invited me to go out on the forth night and meet her there again, and I gladly said yes, but at the last minute she cancelled, telling me the feeling was too much, was too overwhelming…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e35rvo/mf_my_tinder_date_discovers_she_is_a_serial
Why give her a fake name? We don’t know her or you? It seems unnecessary.