The best birthday, pt4 [Mf] [swing]

I showered and read for a while, it was only 4 and my next date wasn’t until 5.

My next date had me nervous, it was by no means a sure thing. But running in the free love circles I did you got a bit bored of sure things and longed for the thrill of sexual conquest you get from a genuine pull. So I’d made a date with the hardest to pull person on the app I thought I might have any chance with: Tina

Tina was young, about as young as I thought I could morally get away with: 23 (yeah yeah half your age plus 7 is 25 but she was a grown woman and able to make her own decisions). She was ridiculously hot. She seemed entirely sexually conventional and not at all adventurous. That said I was very open in my profile about what I was and she had agreed to go on a date with an old pervert like me on my birthday, so it wasn’t like there was no hope.

She was already by the bar when I went back downstairs at 5 to meet her, and she took my breath away. She was a smokeshow.

She was probably the same height as Monica, or maybe only slightly taller, but a frankly impossible amount of it was leg. Her body had that combination of slender slinkiness and really quite large tits that you can only really pull off when you are 23. Her eyes were husky dog blue, her skin was white as porcelain with just one or two little freckles, and her bright red hair was styled in some trendy asymmetric haircut. All of this was expertly displayed in a frankly incredible, short, low-cut electric blue cocktail dress.

I wasn’t so naive as to think that the dress was a good sign. It was a flirt dress. You wear a dress like that, flirt like mad with a guy for an evening, and then don’t put out and he will think about you for the rest of his days.

But when I went over and started talking to her it was clear that our problem was slightly different. She was obviously incredibly nervous. She’d said yes to the date, she’d chosen the dress, and she’d come to the bar. But now she was worried she was in over her head and was scared.

I had to play this one carefully. If she was going to fuck me it was going to be because she wanted an anecdote to tell to make herself feel slutty and adventurous, even if only to herself: that time she fucked this hoary old cocksman because it was his birthday. So I needed her to feel relaxed and reassured, but still with that edge of excitement: safe but still intrigued. I needed to regale her with enough stories of poly and fetish life to spark her curiosity and play into her fantasy but not so much as to disgust her or put her off. I needed to get her slightly tipsy but not any more than slightly and certainly not drunk. Above all I needed to not rush her.

Which was awkward because Monica was serving dinner at 830.

Fortunately she was actually a very interesting person and the conversation came easily despite her nervousness and the age difference. Still 5 became 6, 6 became 7, 7 became 715, and clearly I needed more time.

I texted Monica under the table “It’s going well but taking time, how big of a prob if I’m late? Gimme curfew?”. Almost immediately I got a reply “take you’re time, we’ll be here. have fun x”. Monica really is the best.

Tina was starting to relax though, and realising she was in the very unusual position of being able to talk to a man who would never judge her for it, she took advantage of the opportunity to tell me about all her sluttiest experiences. I’m sure half of them were made up or hugely exaggerated to impress me, but it was still a very good sign.

There was the time in halls where she used to get so turned on by listening to the guy next door shag his girlfriend that she made it her mission to seduce him, which she of course managed.

There was the time she house-sat this incredibly rich family’s holiday home and, after much meeting of eyes over sun loungers, fucked the pool boy. This had turned into him having a standing appointment, almost as though it was part of his duties, to fuck her in the poolhouse at exactly 4 PM every day, apart from which they barely interacted or spoke.

There was the time she blew the cute teenage barman of a Greek beach bar in exchange for a bottle of tequila and him staying open another hour so she and her girlfriends could keep drinking.

There was the time she and a female friend, bored and horny, had messaged their pooled collection of 5 fuckbuddies and ordered them to make gifs of their cum faces. They’d spent a while ranking them and then ordered their respected favourites to come over for a booty call.

There was the time she had made a new boyfriend eat her out every day for a week before she finally put out.

There was the time she kissed a girl and kinda wanted to go further but had chickened out (right there I decided that Monica would be her first woman).

I realised that this was as good as it was ever going to get, I put my cards on the table. Or rather I put my hotel room key on the table:

“I’ve really enjoyed this evening. I have to go and have dinner soon, but before I go it would be an honour to fuck a woman as beautiful as you. On the off chance you might be interested in that I’ve got us a hotel room. Are you up for it?”

She was silent, and I was worried. The longer she thought the more likely it was that the answer would be no. But after a second she gave a half smile, “well it is your birthday….”

Having said yes her nerves returned. I could tell from her body language. In the lift I could see her eyes darting around. I pulled her in for a reassuring hug, without pressure. She hugged me back and found my lips with a gentle kiss. From that moment I knew we’d be fine if I took it slow.

I took it very slow, with lots of romancing and lots of foreplay. I wasn’t exactly running a stopwatch but I feel like there was about twenty minutes between when I gently guided her into the hotel room and brought her in for a deep kiss and when I got her naked, and maybe as long again before I was inside her.

She started to enjoy it at that point though, and I could feel her last nerves and anxieties leave her body. After a few minutes gentle screwing I pinned her slender arms above her head with my left hand and with my right danced down her body caressing and arousing as I went, spending some extra time with her fresh young tits just for me, and finishing up with a swizzle on her clit which caused her to let out a sharp gasp and her long legs to shudder in a most satisfying way.

Then as I kept fucking her I became oddly and completely irrationally angry. Angry that she was so young and so perfect and so beautiful. Angry that she’d made me work so hard for it. Angry that she’d made me late for Monica’s dinner. I started to fuck her deep and hard, my thrusts having a real spite to them.

It had an incredible effect on Tina. A deep vaginal orgasm was clearly building. Her sexy little rasping breaths had become something more animal and guttural. Her previously perfect white skin became red and blotchy particularly in her face. Sweat poured off her previously cool dry skin. Her limbs were starting to flail around, in the case of her arms ineffectually against my firm grip. I kept going at the exact same speed and intensity, letting the sensation build and the effect on her nerve endings take its course.

When it came she shrieked and trembled, her legs shaking, her back arching, her torso quivering. I didn’t miss a beat but kept on fucking away exactly as before, and more in shock at my lack of response than anything else she came again almost as powerfully.

Here’s where I got really spiteful. She was now in a fairly frantic state, flailing and thrashing and desperate, sweat coming off her in rivers so profound that it smudged the eye makeup I hadn’t even realised she’d been wearing. She leaned forwards and I could see her mouth was desperately attempting to make some words, but whether those words were “please make it all stop” or “please for gods sake whatever you do don’t stop” I’m sure not even she herself would have been able to say. I took matters out of her hands and placed my right hand firmly over her mouth and from somewhere found yet another gear and fucked her the way a pneumatic drill fucks the pavement.

She didn’t come again immediately, it built in waves, during which I could hear her shrieking into my palm, feel her legs kicking into the air, and watch her tits quiver and flush. When it finally came it was like a seizure, her entire body convulsing and spasming so I had to ride her like a bronco as she screamed at the top of her voice into my palm. It was too much to take and I fired my load deep insider her too, collapsing on top of her as she shuddered and trembled and sobbed.

We kissed and cuddled for a good long while, and I told her the truth which was that that was one of the best fucks I have ever had and I very much hoped we got to do it again. But she was still pretty catatonic when I started to make my exit. I told her the room was settled up so she could stay as long as she liked and then just drop off the key on her way out. I felt bad, she probably would ideally have a bit more aftercare than this, but I was seriously late for dinner. Besides I knew that lying alone in the bed as the afterglow washed over her, and then making her way back home on her own would be enough to give her an obsession with me. Next time we met she would be wrapped around my finger.

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