I began using Tinder for the first time in my 30s after most of my 20s was spent in relationships. My experience was fairly standard, plenty matches, some dates, some sex but nothing stuck. Some women I would meet the next day, others I would text for weeks but nothing would materialise. One girl I initially thought was going nowhere, but we had a lot in common so I kept talking with her. We eventually meet, go to a cafe and then a bar. It’s going well, at the bar I ask about her Fitbit as a way to break the touch barrier. A few minutes later we are kissing. We are getting quite excited but there are only a few people in there so I suggest we go somewhere more private. She agrees and we go back to my place.
We continue kissing on the couch, she stops and tells me nothing is going to happen tonight. I give my standard response – “whatever you’re comfortable with” and we continue. We are kissing very passionately, I have my hands all over her – up her shirt and on her breasts, before firmly rubbing her pussy through her jeans. She then straddles me, we keep kissing and I slowly slide my hand down the front of her panties. I just about get to her bare pussy but she takes my hand and guides it back out again. We kiss some more and eventually decide to call it a night and I take her home.
We go on two more dates, the third date goes perfectly. So romantic, and as soon as we leave the restaurant our tongues are down each other’s throats. It’s definitely time for sex. I suggest we go back to my place and. . .she declines! I could not believe it. We say our goodbyes, and I head home thinking it’s time to move on. Then lockdown happens and everything grinds to a halt. I dip in and out with this one and we touch base occasionally over the next few months. Eventually things ease up and we meet again. We meet for a few walks and coffees, and before I know it we are on date number six without having sex. I basically stop talking to her at this point and she panics. There was a 2 day period where I said nothing and she must have texted my once an hour. It was bad. Against my better judgement I decide to give it one last chance. I set up another romantic dinner, any sort of flakiness on her part and I’m calling it quits. She turns up looking beautiful, we go for drinks, dinner and then another bar, I’m going slow and not trying to force anything. Before we can sit down at the last bar she gets very antsy and says she would rather go back to my place. I agree and we walk back.
When we sit down on the couch she says that before anything happens there’s something I should know. She’s definitely the shy type so I was expecting some sort of body consciousness, a weird scar, something like that. She proceeds to tells me she has never slept with anybody before. I’m stunned. I mean she’s shy but how did she make it all that time without it just. . . happening. I tell her I’m not freaking out, and if she would like to proceed then so would I. I’m very experienced in the bedroom, and normally quite dominant but I know that this needs to be a more tender experience. We head to the bedroom and I undress her. She remains silent as I reveal her large breasts and then get ready to remove her panties. I peel them down and reveal her very neat tucked in pussy and trimmed bush. I’m very excited. I spread her legs and slowly move my head down. I part her lips wide revealing her tiny clit and go in for some slow long licks. She definitely enjoys it. After a while, just to be sure I ask if she would like to have sex. She says yes and I put on a condom. I’m very hard and I know this may be uncomfortable for her. I tell her to put it inside her, and she guides me inside with her hand. I slowly apply pressure and make it about halfway in and begin gently thrusting. I have never felt a pussy like this. The best way I can describe it is it was like my shaft was being gripped tightly by two fingers while we were having sex. As soon as I made it halfway in the pressure would become too much and I had to pull out again. We do this for a few minutes, the rhythm remaining slow, and the tight grip around my cock staying the same, she doesn’t loosen up. I was so excited and frustrated at the same time. I eventually withdraw, there is a little blood and I ask if she would like to try being on top. She declines, we cuddle and eventually fall asleep.
In the morning, we start kissing and she straddles me in bed. I unhook her bra, she panics and says she has to go. We have another date at my place soon after, she makes an excuse and leaves without sex. She asks to arrange another but it seems her plans are to stay away from the bedroom. She apologises for pulling away so much and says this is really hard for her. She’s working on the problem but by this time I have two other girls I am sleeping with so decide we should go our separate ways.
I thought maybe once we had sex she would be keen to get more experience in the bedroom and perhaps we may have had a future. It wasn’t to be though. I hope she’s happy, she’s a lovely girl and I hope she overcomes her demons and finds someone just right for her. This definitely wasn’t an experience I expected when I signed up for Tinder.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nvcez4/i_33m_took_her_30f_virginity_mf