He fingered me in the hotel corridor [FM]

30f. I’ve always had a type. Older. I’m talking anywhere from 10 – 25 years older. There is just something about the age and experience of an older man that stirs something in my pussy that no young stud can. Sure I can appreciate a guy my own age but it just doesn’t excite me in the same way.

Anyway one day I was there mindlessly scrolling through tinder and I hit on his profile. He was handsome – too handsome with a wicked smirk and a glint in his eye. Oh and he was well into his 40s. I was only 23 at the time. We both swiped right and begun to message.

It was clear what we were both there for. He told me he was totally emotionally unavailable and well for me that’s like cat nip – it just makes me want them more. The messages quickly turned sexual and it was clear he likes to be dominant.

After a back and forth for a few weeks we agreed to meet in the Landmark hotel, Marylebone, London. It’s very fancy and it had a semi private bar inside where we sat and I got a cocktail. I was a mixture of nerves but also from talking to him for two weeks so incredibly horny. I’m very responsive to sexual stimuli and exciting my mind just makes my pussy so responsive. I could feel that my panties were already soaking.

So at this point the sexual tension was high. He leant into me and whispered in my ear that he wanted me to go to the toilets, take my panties off and then slip them into his pocket to take home, so that he could masturbate with them later. I gladly obliged, not caring what the bartender was thinking about this exchange.

After a little while we exited the bar and decided to have an explore of the hotel. We went down this huge marble staircase. He told me stop and turn around. He didn’t say anything just looked at me. I looked back at him searching his face for what might be coming next. Suddenly he slapped me really hard around the face. It was really hard, it stung. It took me back a little but by this point I was beside myself with desire. He then passionately kissed me, intruding my mouth with his tongue, before leading me downstairs into the hotel corridor.

We found a little alcove that lead into a ball room. No one seemed to be around so we carried on kissing in the corridor. He had me pressed up against the wall. He then reached down, hitched my skirt and pushed 3 fingers inside me. I was so open and wet they just slid straight inside. I moaned, I thought he was going to make me cum but then he stopped. He told me he had to go and he left me in possibly the most sexually frustrated state I’ve ever been in my life. I went straight home and came several times thinking about him.

We continued to see each other for about a year. We had some great and kinky sex. I pushed my own boundaries and tried many new things. Usually we met in hotels, sometimes in the car. In this time we also took a trip to Paris and had a threesome with my best friend. I can elaborate if anyone would like to hear more stories.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11xujup/he_fingered_me_in_the_hotel_corridor_fm