[FM] The time I [F] got lucky on a dating app

The bar was dark and cozy. We were sitting on a black leather couch that definitely has seen better times, and I felt his hand crawling inside my pants to feel my ass. I moved a little bit, trying to give him some room to move further and explore. The guy, whom I met the day earlier, and whose curious hand was now slightly massaging my asscheek, appeared to be immersed in a conversation with his friend.

***

… We met on Bumble and had our first “date” at Portillo’s. By the time I finished the hamburger (so, around 20 minutes after we met), I knew I wanted to fuck this guy. He was absolutely charming, but I also was absolutely horny. The addition of these two wonderful forces resulted in us sitting at this bar the next day, me – resisting the urge to rip his clothes off right there, and him – clearly enjoying teasing me in the crowded lounge.

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Feeling those fingers on my skin was driving me crazy. I wanted him to move one of them just a little bit lower, to the entrance of my pussy… please?

Hard to believe after the first paragraphs, but it’s not like I fuck every stranger. I do need that elusive mental connection and can get wet only if I like the guy as a person. How weird, right? /s

Anyway, the more he joked while telling stories more I wanted him inside me.

Finally, he smiled at me: “Do you want to go?”

We both moved back to our respective homes after the pandemic hit, so we drove to a hotel.

We came to the bar separately, and I had a chance to listen to the music and calm down the nerves a bit alone in my car (despite the horniness, I was still nervous before having sex with someone for the first time).

The lady at the hotel’s front desk was polite, so I hope it was my imagination that made me think she looked at me judgingly for getting a room at 9.30 PM for one night. I imagine we looked pretty cliché too – a petite Asian with a tall white guy.

Parking the cars in the garage, taking two elevators to the room, and walking together down the generic hotel hallway got me timid again.

“That’s what you wanted. Relax. You are wearing your nice bra. Do I have mints in my purse? Yes, I do. Should I jump on him as soon as the door closes though? Maybe not. JUST FUCKING RELAX, WILL YOU?”

To be completely honest, the very first time we fucked somehow slipped away from my memory almost completely. To be fair, we had a lot of sex after that, and my brain that has a capacity of VHS cassette keeps retaping the previous times with new ones… so I don’t recall all the details of that first night.

I remember him using the restroom while I plopped on the bed, debating on getting undressed myself, and deciding against it. I remember kissing passionately, me sucking his dick, and him putting on a condom and fucking me in few different positions until we both came.

However, I distinctly remember the second time we fucked.

We took a short rest, chatted about how good the sex felt and something else, then started kissing. We kissed, then kissed some more. Then, some more. His hands were going back and forth from cupping my tits and touching me everywhere else above the waist. My pussy was begging to be filled. I was squirming underneath him, letting my hands wander around his back and his ass, feeling his bare cock pressed against me somewhere on my thigh, and trying to appeal to my last 2 brain cells.

“Do not fuck him raw. You stupid bitch. Do.not.fuck him.raw”.

The brain cells laughed.

I felt his dick shift a bit lower, rubbing my labia, making me wonder if he’s thinking about the same thing. He kept kissing me with a non-dwindling determination of not rushing anywhere. I squirmed more, spreading my legs wide, trying to move his cock lower, a bit by bit, until it was right in front of my pussy, rubbing it very lightly with the tip. This was getting straight-up torturous.

I had a glimpse of hope – no, wait, that was actually fear, – that he would stand up to get a condom.

But then his cock slipped inside me with zero resistance since I was, unsurprisingly, soaking wet.

Ffffffuuck. That was it. I was ready to die right there and go to Heaven, through the Pearly gates, and meet the Lord in his almightiness. All that but considering that I am an atheist.

The feeling of fucking bareback for the first time in so long, his cock moving inside me and hitting just the right spot, the residual thought that I didn’t see his STD test results – it all got mixed in an amazing cocktail of hotness and forbiddance; it pushed me to the edge and further, and I came, quivering and letting the waves of orgasm come and radiate through my body.

I don’t remember now how much longer he fucked me and how did it end. I think he came in my mouth, at least I hope so – that’s my favorite.

I do remember I was feeling fucking good.

We washed up and came back to bed, talking, and touching each other here and there. The cuddles felt so intimate; or should I say, more intimate than one’d expect from two people who met yesterday. Ah yes, the goddamn oxytocin. But I know now that he’s just that good at cuddling. It felt like we knew each other for much longer, and soothed, I fell asleep with a blissful relaxation that you only get after some freaking great sex.

Around 5 AM I woke up to pee. I did my business, came back to bed, and was trying to guess if I accidentally woke him up or not. He appeared to be sleeping, so I tried to fall asleep on his chest again, and couldn’t. Fully awake and aroused again from feeling his naked body, I was wondering if he’d be annoyed if I’d wake him up for some more (I had a precedent with my ex-husband when he was pretty mad at me for the same thing).

I decided to try my luck and got under the sheet. I licked the tip of his dick gently. I drew circles around it with my tongue. I took his cock in my mouth, slowly, there was no rush. I hoped it would feel like a nice dream to him. I started sucking the full length of his dick, and shortly after felt his approving hands on my shoulders and head. I blew him until he pulled me up and I sat on his cock. Not one word was said and it felt so hot to just fuck like animals who couldn’t wait anymore, in this dawn gloom. I rode him for a while, then he stood up and bent me over the edge of the bed, and fucked me till my head nearly exploded from the intense sensation of cumming. I sadly don’t remember again where did he finish, on my back or in my mouth.

We went back to sleep for a few hours, took a shower, checked-out, and went to Eggsperience to eat breakfast while being attacked by a swarm of wasps.

P.S. English is not my first language. Sorry for any mistakes.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m8abnr/fm_the_time_i_f_got_lucky_on_a_dating_app