[FM] My (23F) first Tinder Hookup (29M) was the best sex I’ve ever had

Ever since my teenage years, I have been in relationships. Before now, I’ve never really “dated” or been single for more than a month or so. But now that I’m single, I am determined to make up for lost time and enjoy my 20s in every way possible. I live in the nightlife district of a major US city, so there is always swarms of new people to meet.

On Friday I went out to the bar with my friends for karaoke night, and we all pulled out our phones, got on Tinder, and started swiping like mad. I mean, my profile is decently impressive. My photos show off my wild blonde curly hair and slender figure by the poolside and my bio was at least acutely funny. I finally came across a profile that piqued my interest. Stephen was 29 and worked in the neighborhood as a tattoo artist. By the looks of his photos, every inch of skin from the neck down was tattooed. His bio also said that he had just moved to the city from London. Heavily tattooed *and* a British accent? Jackpot. I swiped right and held my breath.

We matched and I let out a squeal and passed my phone to my girlfriends who unanimously agreed that I should fuck him. Tonight. I bit the bullet and messaged first. Just a simple, “*Hey! How are you tonight?*” I set my phone down and ignored it for the next half hour as I continued drinking and watching karaoke. At around midnight, my friends tapped out and wanted to go home. I decided to stick around a little longer and have another drink or two. I opened Tinder and Stephen had messaged me back. We exchanged virtual small talk until I decided to go for it.

“*What are you doing when you leave the shop tonight? I need someone to walk me home from the bar. ;)*”

Lo and behold, Stephen was leaving the shop around 1 AM, and was more than willing to “walk me home”. I looked at my phone at 12:55, and when I looked up, someone was joining my table with two tequila shots in hand. Stephen sat down next to me, said “Cheers!” in that oh-so-sexy British way and clinked his shot glass against mine. We took our shots and I immediately grabbed his hand and led him out of he bar. The walk back to my place was brisk, the cold weather inspired us to move quickly. My heart was racing. I’ve never had sex with a stranger before.

In the elevator, Stephen wasted no time. He pinned me up against the wall and kissed me. I could feel myself moan softly into his mouth has his hands dipped below my waist to grab my ass. I could feel his hard cock up against my hip. I needed him. We quickly made our way inside my apartment. I laid on my bed and Stephen was hovering over me, kissing his way down my face, neck and chest while he was undressing me. “No tattoos?” he questioned once he saw my fully naked body. I replied, “No. But if this goes well, lets get matching ones!” He rolled his eyes and laughed as his face went between my thighs. He gave me one long lick from my ass to my clit. I shuddered and let out a quiet “*fuck.*” I definitely didn’t expect the tongue to ass contact within 30 minutes of meeting with someone, but I had absolutely no complaints. He looked up at me, told me that I tasted incredible and went right back to licking me. I could feel myself dripping onto the sheets as he pushed two fingers inside of me. I relaxed and enjoyed myself, moaning and grinding my clit against Stephen’s tongue. He looked up at me the entire time, responding to each time my face contorted in pleasure. In no time at all, I felt myself getting close. I grabbed his hair and pushed his face even further into my pussy as I came.

Stephen laid in bed next to me and took off his shirt. I moved down and unbuttoned and removed his pants and boxer briefs. His dick sprang to life and it was big. Much bigger than the handful of guys I had been with before. I think he could sense my apprehension. “You don’t have to give me head, you know,” he said reassuringly. The desire to have his cock down my throat trumped any nervous feelings as I gathered my hair and held it behind my head. He grabbed my hair from me as I lowered my mouth onto his dick. He let out a moan and gently pressed my head down, coaxing his cock further. For the next ten minutes, I pulled out all of the tricks I had. I continually took him as deep as I could, letting my saliva drip down onto everything I couldn’t reach. I needed a break. I had mascara streaming down my cheeks which Stephen tried his best to wipe away as I came back up to kiss him. “I need to fuck you. Now,” he said while breaking the kiss.

He flipped me onto my back as I reached into my bedside table for a condom. He put it on and the next thing I knew, his big dick was stretching me open in ways I had never felt before. Once he was all the way inside me, he asked me if I was okay. I nodded. The feeling was new but it was fucking amazing. He slowly began to fuck me as I looked down to watch his cock move in and out of me. He grabbed my face and brought his own close to mine and kissed me on the forehead before saying, “You feel so fucking good”. This nearly sent me over the edge as I wrapped my legs around him. I’m a big fan of dirty talk, and an even bigger fan of the dirty talk being spoken in the sexiest accent ever. Stephen picked up the pace and began fucking me harder. I couldn’t muster up any words besides “fuck” and “shit” sprinkled between my moans. I was in awe of how good it was, in awe of how our bodies looked entangled in each other. My skin is so pale it was practically glowing in the moonlight, and his was covered in beautiful artwork and complex patterns. I knew in that moment, tattoos were my biggest turn on.

He flipped me over and fucked me from behind, his hand making it’s way around my neck. He gave a light squeeze, and I turned my face toward him and said “please”. He tightened his grip and started to absolutely pound me. I was nearly screaming as I came around his cock. I could tell he was getting close, so I asked him if I could ride him. He laid down as I mounted him. I lowered myself onto his cock and began to fuck him eagerly. He took my hand and placed it around his neck. “Your turn,” he said with a devilish grin. I used his neck for leverage as I pushed down harder onto his dick and his throat. I wanted to please him so badly. He grabbed my ass and moved me up and down on his hard cock. I could feel my legs begin to shake uncontrollably. I was close yet again. He moved his hands from my ass and grabbed my face and held me in a long kiss. We both came simultaneously and it was by far the best orgasm I’ve ever had with a partner.

After we finished, I expected him to get dressed and leave, but he hung around for about an hour and held me as we talked and got to know each other better. He was so genuinely kind, and an absolutely great fuck. I don’t know how I got so ridiculously lucky with a Tinder hookup (I’ve heard the countless bad hookup stories from my friends. I really hope we see each other again, but if not, it’s a memory I will get off to for the rest of time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t3m4jq/fm_my_23f_first_tinder_hookup_29m_was_the_best