In my life, I travel a lot for work, and, based on the way things have turned at home, I have a 100-mile-rule in effect. The long and short of it is that I keep Tinder on my phone when I’m traveling just to see if things might work out. At one of the cities I was going to more often (pre-covid times) I once met up with a girl named Lupe, where we were each other’s perfect casual hookup. She had a girlfriend that lived out of town and was bisexual, and we both had that same easy vibe about sex where we liked having it, but we weren’t ALL about sex. Even though she was a lot younger than me, we clicked pretty well, and met up at a restaurant when I had a six hour layover, where dinner ended with her inviting me to her apartment where we chatted for a bit, then she casually asked if I wanted to move the chat to bedroom, and we spent the next few hours enjoying each other between conversations, then she dropped me back at the airport.
From there, we just kept up a casual friendship, texting once or twice a week and talking about what was going on. Then I was delighted to see I had myself a trip staying overnight in her town again, and I asked if she was available. Unfortunately, her girlfriend was in town that week. Rats. Well, would you guys like to just get together and have a friendly dinner then? She was happy to do that, and her girlfriend was up for it, too. Regardless, it would be nice to see some people instead of just write up reports and pass the time until I got tired.
As I found myself at the bar for the restaurant we were meeting up at, it occurred to me that I had asked virtually no questions about her girlfriend, and had no clue what I was in for. Lupe was Mexican, and definitely fit the stereotype, being shorter and owner of some major curves. As she sent a note letting me know they were running late, my usual anxiety and self-doubt crept in. Around fifteen minutes in, I finally see Lupe show up, holding hands with…a really tall, skinny hippie girl, who she introduced as Violet. Well, I’m not sure what I was expected, but the rainbow dreadlocks and tattoos were not it! Although Violet was very much the yin to Lupe’s yang (chaotic where Lupe was organized, vegetarian where Lupe was a rampant carnivore) she had an easy going personality and the two had an obvious chemistry together, so dinner was going great, and I was happy to see my friend again, even in this completely platonic context.
I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and on the way back to the table, Violet intercepted me in the hallway by the restrooms. She leaned over and whispered in my ear “Did you like fucking my girlfriend, old man?” I couldn’t tell if this was hostility or teasing (though it definitely felt hostile in the moment). I was taken aback, but decided I was not going to be cowed, and stared her dead in the eyes. “Absolutely. We had a lot of fun.” She remained inscrutable, turned and kept going to the restroom. I got back to the table, still emotionally off-balance. Lupe laughed a bit, and we picked up the old conversation as if nothing happened. When Violet came back to the table, I was suddenly very uncomfortable, made worse when Violet decided to whisper something in Lupe’s ear. I looked down at my watch, which Lupe caught instantly.
“Do you need to go?” she asked.
“Not right this second, but I have an early start tomorrow,” I Pinocchio’d.
“Ah okay. Do you still have time to drive us home?” she asked. As part of the plan, I had volunteered to be the designated driver, so they had taken an Uber to the restaurant.
“Of course.” I said. Honestly, I wasn’t thrilled to be doing this, but I was definitely not going to back out on my word. We headed to the car, and the two girls jumped in the back seat, making this feel even more like an Uber drive. I brought them to Lupe’s apartment, and she directed me to the Visitor’s spot.
“Hey, before you go, I want you see to my place now.” When we had met the first time, she had only moved in a week or two before, and the place was still full of shrink-wrapped furniture and boxes, and we had talked a few times about how the decorating was going. Well, whatever, I had plenty of time, and I was never going to rude to her. So I came in, and it really did look a LOT more like a home. She went into the kitchen and poured a round of drinks, but I passed, knowing I would be driving to my hotel soon.
“Are you in a hurry to leave?” she asked.
I started to try and stammer out an answer that threaded the needle when she added, “because we were hoping you stay and play a while.”
What?
Violet sat on the sofa, her thin pale arm supporting her chin, her pinky in her mouth looking at me with an evil leer.
I then realized I had not actually said anything out loud.
Violet patted the sofa next to her, and I wordlessly accepted the invitation, and Lupe sat on the opposite side of me, setting shot glasses on the coffee table. We downed the shots and Violet grabbed my face, kissing me roughly, her tongue diving into my mouth. Now I knew what to do, my hand reached up to hold her head as I kissed her back, matching her intensity. The kiss went on for what felt like three or four minutes and then it broke. Violet looked at Lupe. “You were right. He is a good kisser.” She then leaned over me to kiss her girlfriend and I watched this scene unfold inches in front of me, unsure of how to participate.
What I would quickly learn is that while Lupe is very at ease with her sexuality, enjoys talking about it, and doesn’t need to make a big deal over the transition between talking and fucking, Violet was raunchy and profane, and clearly someone in need of control. She quickly climbed over me to straddle Lupe on her lap to make out with her. Again, their chemistry was obvious, even as different as they were personality-wise. Lupe started to lift Violet’s top and she quickly pulled it off, revealing she wore no bra, nor did she especially need to. As Lupe’s hands quickly started to roam her flat chest, Violet tugged on Lupe’s shirt. Lupe leaned forward to take her shirt off, and Violet returned her attention to me, kissing me as her girlfriend undressed. Very quickly it was clear whose show this was going to be.
As soon as Lupe got her top and bra off I bent over to start licking her nipple, remember how muc hshe enjoyed breast play. Violet had the same idea, and took the other side. We took a quick knowing glance at each other and then looked up to see Lupe’s blissed-out face on her sofa. Violet went to work on her jeans, and in seconds we had her naked. She breathed out, “Let’s go to the bed.”
Violet pulled off, and stood up, unsnapped her jeans and sliding them off before walking to the bedroom. It was my first chance to really check her out in just her panties, and she had a huge vine tattoo going from her hip up to her opposite shoulder. I loved in, and started pulling my shirt off as Lupe and I followed her. When I got to the bedroom door, I was going to work on my slacks when I stopped, Lupe was kneeling in front of me, Violet sitting on the bed. She clearly wanted to watch this, so I let Lupe undress me. Her cool fingers were soon wrapped around my bare member guiding it into her mouth. I moaned as her head went back and forth, and I saw Violet reach between her legs, rubbing herself as her girlfriend went to work on my rapidly-hardening erection in her mouth. I looked at Violet as I took the back of Lupe’s head in my hand and started shoving her head violently into me. Last time we had found out that Lupe really enjoy getting facefucked, and I was happy to oblige. As I got rougher, I saw Violet’s breathing get deeper as she got more into it.
I finally pulled her head off and told Lupe to get in bed. Violet handed me a condom, and I took the hint, positioning myself on top of her as Violet laid alongside, her hand between Lupe’s legs as she kissed her softly before whispering in her ear. I couldn’t understand most of it, but I did catch quite a few “fucks” coming out, before Violet reached down to guide me in. I took Lupe’s legs in my hands, holding them apart as her girlfriend reached down to rub Lupe’s clit, and I began moving. I looked at Violet, and she threw a wicked grin at me as she lowered her mouth to suck on Lupe’s nipple. From last time, I remember that Lupe liked it slow and deep, and that’s what I gave her think time. She moaned, “That’s going to make me cum.”
Violet spoke up first. “So cum, slut.”
I was right after her. “Give it to us.”
Lupe burst in out in a unique laugh that was her moan of orgasm. It was a happy, fulfilling moment as she came. Violet lifted her head up and looked at me. “lie down.” I did as I was told, lying to next to Lupe, who was glowing. Violet took my erection in her hand, the condom still slick from Lupe, but drying, inspecting it. “She wasn’t lying about this either.” Violet shed her panties, and grabbed a bottle of lube off the nightstand, pouring it on the condom. She looked at Lupe, who just nodded, then swung a leg over me and sank down slowly onto me. She winced at first, and I heaved my hips up as I felt her stretch. Her eyes flashed down at me “Don’t move.” Got it. Slowly, she worked herself down on to me, her hissing in pain turning slowly into moans. As she began to go from “just trying to get it in” to “riding me,” I started to moan, enjoying the feeling her body on me. She immediately clamped a hand on my mouth. It was clear that my job was to be her organic sex toy tonight, so I shifted to letting her ahve her way. Soon Lupe was lucid enough to start touching Violet again, and Violet locked her eyes on Lupe as she rode me, quickly bringing herself to a small orgasm, then another…then another. She clearly knew her body and she was working it on me. The scene was getting intense as each wave somehow seemed stronger. I tried to moan that I was going to cum against her hand. She looked down at me. “Are you going to cum?” I nodded. She pulled off of me, stopping all the action. Lupe moved immediately between her legs, kissing and licking her as Violet resumed her orgasms. I took the opportunity to settle behind Lupe, who quickly adjusted to let me take her on all fours.
As I guided myself in, Violet’s eyes looked briefly on mine, then she threw her head back, shoving Lupe’s face hard into her body. I finally started to feel the urge to cum again, and I announced it to two women who didn’t seem to care. Fair enough. I kept thrusting away in to Lupe, who gave me a few muffled whimpers as I started to fill the condom up. Once done, I feel onto the bed, where Lupe was busy pleasing her girlfriend, whose orgasms were emerged beyond count. I scooted in position to touch Violet, whose head snapped around and she pulled my face to hers, kissing as she moaned and shook. My hand reached to chest, rubbing her nipple and her moans grew higher in intensity. We kept making out as Lupe continued to work her magic on Violet until she broke the kiss and finally had that big, shattering orgasm that was always her goal. She pulled Lupe’s head off, and Lupe laid on top her, the two cuddling intimately as I laid next to them for a bit, before leaving bed to dispose of the condom and clean myself up. When I emerged from the bathroom, Lupe was getting dressed again, but Violet was blissed out in the bed. Taking the hint, I put myself back together, and she walked me to my car, where we shared a soft kiss goodbye and I went on my way, leaving the girls to their date night together.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s0zc5g/when_being_a_nice_guy_to_a_tinder_hookup_pays_off