A teacher’s [M]37 chance Tinder encounter with a former student [F]21.

So this happened a few weeks ago. I frequent this sub, and I just want to give something back to you all. I’m not an English teacher, so I apologize for the possibility of less than perfect spelling and grammar. The transition to the dirty bits is marked below if you are impatient.

I matched with a girl named Hannah a couple weeks ago. She was young, and I honestly didn’t remember swiping on her at all. When she matched, she messaged right away. I immediately assumed the profile was a bot, but I was surprised by the message that said, “So you tryn’a smash with one of your old students?”

I panicked because until that moment I had a self-imposed no interaction policy with former students. I checked her profile and I did recognize her! I had seen her in passing hanging out in the halls or during lunch. She was friends with a number of my students, however she never actually took a class with me. I basically apologized to her, told her that I didn’t mean to match with her and that even though she was very attractive it might be best that we go our separate ways. I know what you’re thinking. Yes we are two consenting adults, but I live in a small town. People talk, people are judgmental, and you can lose your job over frivolous things. I like my job and usually I’m not looking for that kind of complication to interfere with what I love doing.

Anyway, COVID has been putting a real hurt on my regular game and her response, “oh bummer. I mean I don’t think I was even in your class” was all it took to keep me in the conversation, and by that evening she had sent me her number. We texted for a couple days and the discussions were pretty platonic overall. To be honest I didn’t push anything because I was still a little bit suspicious that I was being catfished or something despite a lot of evidence to the contrary. We eventually agree to meet up at a bar that has a big open terrace that’s also open pretty late. Perfect for COVID dates.

I send her a text about ten minutes before saying that I’m on my way, and she texts back, “Great! I’m already here!” I get to the bar and she’s sitting at a table with a drink already. She gets up to give me a hug and she’s wearing this stunning low-cut white dress that stops on the upper thigh. She’s about 5’2″, blonde, blue eyes, with probably b cup breasts. She was skinny but with some curves at her hips. I’m outwardly confident, but I’m also a 6’0″ slightly overweight bearded dude who eats like a racoon in a campground, and exercises with the same willingness with which your dog takes his meds. I mean we weren’t quite in the same league, so I was just happy to be there. We find a seat out of the way and have a long conversation over a few drinks. To my surprise it seemed there was some real attraction between us. I am generally pretty obtuse and oblivious about when somebody is into me, but I have the generic move where I just lean in more than I would with anyone else and see if they mirror me or back off. If they back off I drink, have a nice conversation, and move on with my life. If we end up sitting knee to knee, hip to hip, I have some confidence that things are on the right track.

I have literally never invited somebody back to my place on the first date (though others have volunteered), but I found out over our drinks that she was only in town for the week before heading back to a major metro area, so I didn’t feel like waiting around. I mustered up a little courage and just said, “I hope I’m not overstepping with the suggestion, but do you want to come back to my place for another drink?”

She enthusiastically replied with a short and simple, “sure!”

Wow, okay! We cleared our tab, she followed me home in her car, and it gave me a bit of time alone to mull over what I was actually doing. I didn’t do any of that. It was just a ten minute adrenaline rush.

******************************The dirty bits start here******************************

We got to the house, sat on the couch and never got to the drinks. We both hesitated because this late in life I still don’t know how to make a move. I just stated that outright actually. I said, “I don’t usually make the first move.”

She laughed, and said, “Oh no! I don’t do that either!”.

So I replied, “Okay well we’re both clear that no means no, yes?”

(Yes, a little awkward to say, but welcome to 2020 boys, consent is the only game in town. Get on board!)

“Oh, of course!” she said, smiling.

“Okay, I’m going to kiss you then.”

She just looked into my eyes without saying anything and leaned in as I did the same. We kissed. She was wearing some fruity lip gloss that I could taste immediately. After a minute of locking lips I laid her back on the couch and moved down to kiss her neck. She tasted just as sweet as her lips, so maybe there was no lip gloss at all. I slowly slid her dress off one shoulder revealing one of her B cup breasts. She had some of the tiniest nipples I’ve ever seen on a woman. They were sexy, and I had to put one in my mouth immediately. She moaned when I did and then ran her hands through my hair. I kissed her up and down from breasts to neck to lips and back, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. (A 10/10 move ladies. Do that more!) At this point I was ready to take it to the bedroom so I grabbed her hand and I led her down the hall.

When we got to the bedroom I pushed her onto the bed and laid over top of her while she wrapped her legs around me again as we continued to make out. I finally reached my hand down below her waist and grazed my fingers around her clit over the top of her panties. She was already soaking through her panties. I warmed her up with a few fingers and this made her grab at my belt and fumble with the buckle and zipper, as she couldn’t wait to grab my cock.

(As a side-note, I spent a number of years in a relationship with a woman who I loved, but she had no real sex drive at all, so for me it’s a real turn on to just be genuinely desired in any capacity.)

I helped her unzip and she reached inside my pants to stroke my cock while I slipped my hand down her panties and finally slipped a finger into her incredibly wet pussy. We laid there kissing for a minute, both exploring with our hands, and after a while I moved down between her legs. She pulled her dress over her head, and I slipped her panties to the side to reveal her completely clean shaven mound. I put my thumb on her clit and licked and kissed around the edges before finally replacing my thumb with my tongue and slipping another finger in her radiantly warm and wet pussy.

I kept going until it seemed like she had had her fill of heavy breathing and moaning and then moved up to check on her. I told her I’d love to keep going if she wanted to cum, but she said that she doesn’t cum unless she’s by herself. Most men would take that as a challenge, but I’m basically the same way so I understand. I mean I can cum, I just don’t want to jack off on someone’s face for five to ten minutes on the first date. Anyway, I digress.

She gave my shoulder a push and I rolled on my back and she said, “take these things off.” as she gestured to my pants. I took them off and noticed my socks were on too, so as I was taking them off I remembered what I thought would be a helpful fact. What I wanted to say was, “You know I read this study that said a greater percentage of women were able to get off from sex if they were wearing socks compared to those without.” Instead I only said, “You know I read this study that said a greater percentage of women were able to get…” and then she slid her mouth over my cock.

No, teasing. No licking up and down. No hands. Just a head bobbing, deep throating, aggressive blowjob. I forgot about the fact of the day that had popped into my head, and just laid back to watch and enjoy. I usually let a girl just work, but after a while she was so enthusiastic it seemed like she wouldn’t mind the help. I grabbed her head and slowly thrust upward into her mouth, and she moaned her approval. She grabbed my waist as if to encourage me further, and I was happy to oblige. I fucked her face with more vigor. My dick is pretty average, just about 6”, so she took it like a champ without having to do any circus tricks. When I was done she crawled up on top of me, and rubbed her pussy against my dick as it was pinned between her and my stomach. She had this devilish smile on her face, and as I was admiring her body she slipped the tip of my cock inside her. It felt amazing and maybe if I was a bit more tipsy I would have gone with it. I’m not 21 though. I’m supposed to be more wise or something, so I stopped her and told her I had condoms in the drawer in my nightstand. I grabbed the box and laid back down while she snuggled her warm and naked body up next to mine. I pulled one out and she attentively watched as I unwrapped it and slipped it on my cock. She immediately climbed on top of me again and after a little adjustment she slipped my dick inside her once more. It slid right down to the hilt on the first go, and she let out an audible moan as she began to grind. This girl really liked sex, and she was loud. My neighbors for sure could hear us aggressively fucking away. I know because I hear them pretty often too. At this point I did think to myself that if I was completely sober I might have been able to blow my load right there.

I wasn’t completely sober though, so that didn’t happen. I know you guys would like a satisfying ending where we both cum at the same time under a rainbow or something, but the truth isn’t quite that exciting. We got in another good 30-40 minutes of pretty aggressive and passionate sex in different positions, and then we were just spent. We got dressed and had another drink together before giving it yet another go later that night. No cumming, just good ol’ fun. I walked her to her car at the end of the night, and that was that. We didn’t have an opportunity to see each other again before she left town. We’re still in touch, so we will see what happens in the future.

(Regular disclaimer about minor details being changed to protect identities.)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jehmrv/a_teachers_m37_chance_tinder_encounter_with_a