About a month ago I got back on Tinder for the first time in like 2 yrs. Wasn’t looking for anything real serious and mostly just did some swiping out of curiosity a few times over the next couple weeks. Not much different than before and I started losing interest, but I decided to give at least one meet up a shot before calling it quits again and going back to a couple fwbs for, umm, fulfillment (??), in that department lol.
So I sift through all the no effort people and end up messaging back and forth with a pretty cute guy who seems to be having genuine conversation with me that doesn’t revolve around *only* hooking up or dick pics or general creepiness.
Fast forward a week and to my surprise, the conversation is still going strong and eventually it was me offering to exchange numbers. Texting turned to snapping and in a few more days we had made plans for that Friday night.
I was getting excited going into the night and our snaps had been getting flirtier throughout the day. I admitted to him that I was more turned on about meeting in person than I thought I’d be going into it and he told me he couldn’t stop thinking about seeing me in person too.
We were on the same page about what we both wanted. Neither of us wanted this to be serious and I told him I wasn’t opposed to hooking up if the sparks kept flying in person like they had been in our messages…but I was clear about that not being a commitment to anything physical and that I just wanted to take it easy and see where things go. He seemed like he was on the same page and my optimism about our date kept growing…
I got a little too excited and right before I leave to meet him, I send a snap featuring quite a bit more of me than any others so far…it wasn’t like super x rated, buuuut there may have been a hint of hand bra and some 😈 emojis…More playful than anything, but definitely spicier than before.
Uber was late and I get to the bar 20 mins late. He’s already there at a table waiting for me. We say hi and I ask if they’re going to clear the table for us only to find the 3 empty beers weren’t from the last customers but were drinks he had already finished.
A little liquid courage, I get it, we’ve all been there. I didn’t mind that he got a head start. I did mind that he proceeded to get sloppy drunk over the next hour and only wanted to talk about hooking up and how we should go back to his place. Seriously, when I would try to change the subject back to some of the fun conversations we had had that week, at a certain point he just started playing with his phone.
I went to the bathroom, about ready to bail on this total disappointment. I check my phone and see he sent me a snap since I had left the table.
“tits”
That’s all it said. No please, no question, no emoji, no punctuation, nothing. Definitely no respect. My disappointment was now angry disappointment. And I was annoyed that I even wasted any energy on this guy all.
Another snap.
“bet you look good with ur mouthful of cocck”
He can’t even spell it, so I does he really know how to use it? Whatever. I’m done.
I slip out of the bathroom and through a side door to the back alley, ready to just leave him there and block him. The door hits someone when I open it though and it’s the bartender who served us who probably thought I was angry at him with the look on my face because he apologized to me for being in my way.
That got a laugh out of me, “you’re sorry? I just slammed a door into you! Why are you sorry!”
He finished the last drag of his cigarette, chuckling now too, “well then I’m sorry your night doesn’t seem to be going well…well at least it doesn’t seem like an early exit alone and attacking people with doors is a very good night, but I don’t judge!”
We had chatted a bit when he was serving us and the Tinder guy was looking at his phone ignoring the actual date in front of him. He was really sweet to me earlier, I think noticed how the date was turning out and he came by a few extra times and small talked a little since Tinder guy couldn’t be bothered.
“Well I’m off, hope your night ends better than it started!”
“Aww thank y…” he wasn’t leaving the alley, he was going up the building’s outside staircase… “wait, you’re off work, so do you live up there, above the bar?”
“Yup! Gotta love a short commute!”
We both hesitated for a half beat, locking eyes, I could see he was thinking “should I ask if she wants to come up?”
“Well it was really nice meeting you, uhh, I’m sorry I don’t think I ever got your name…”
“Well I’m awful because I already forgot yours so it’s okay, I’m…”
I pause…my phone had buzzed again…”Im in my car can u drive us to my place n just Uber home tomorrow?? u know u got plans in my bed toniggh already anywayyyy”
“You okay?” mr. definitely cuter than Tinder guy asks.
“Yeah, sorry, anyway I’m…I’m umm…actually, I’m totally free the rest of the night, if youd maybe want some company?”
He was pretty smooth lol, didn’t miss a beat, “well usually I wouldn’t let someone into my apartment unless I know their name, buuut you do seem like good company…so I think an exception can be made…”
We get into his apartment. Right away I notice a large window facing the street the bar entrance is on below and then I see Tinder guy, passed out in the passenger seat of a car, I assume waiting for me to come chauffeur him, fuck him and probably make breakfast to thank him tomorrow.
I let out a scoff and bartender notices where I’m looking, he sees how truly failed my date was.
“Sorry but that guy seemed like an asshole, you seem so nice, you’re beautiful and you can swing the hell out of a door, that’s the total package…sorry if that’s outta line, but he doesn’t deserve your company…”
I’m blushing now…trying to laugh off the butterflies… “you’re the nicest no name bartender I’ve ever never actually met thank you so much, you know, you’re right, he’s an asshole. I don’t know what he deserves but even if it was me, he wouldn’t know what to do with me…” I laugh and pull up our snaps, “here look at this, this is how he thinks he’s gonna get me to hookup?”
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Ending:
Bartender reads through the misspelled garbage…”wow, what the fuck?? So wrong! You should tell him to fuck off and forget about him…”
I don’t know how I ended up blurting out the next string of words from my mouth, but some combination of trying to have a cute little comeback mixed with some thoughts I didn’t mean to let slip and turned into “well you should tell him I forgot your name but fucking me is unforgettable.”
I laugh real awkwardly, he chuckles a little and there’s a moment of silence and shifting glances…he takes a step toward me to hand my phone back.
“Well I will say he may be an asshole, but there’s no doubt he was right about one thing in there” now it’s bartender with the awkward laugh…
I’m not sure what he means at first and then it clicks…the temperature ratchets way up…I decide to leap…
I hand him my phone back, snap open to passed out tinder guy again…bartender looks confused…”well, tell him…”
“Uhh, tell him what?”
“What you said…tell him he’s right…”
“Okay uh, umm okay I sent him “she says you’re right.””
The notification must have woken him. “Right about?? Where r u?” TG replies.
I step closer to bartender and run the side of my finger across his thigh while reaching for my phone back…I pause, lingering with my tits now pressed lightly against his chest…I look up into his eyes and whisper “would you like to decide for yourself?”
He barely gets “yess” out and I’ve already dropped to my knees, head tipped back, mouth open…phone open to snap with the camera up…”make sure he knows how right he was”
Bartenders cock is finally freed and I’m pleasantly surprised. Thick head that looks like it would be fun to ride, a little less than average length and girthier than I would have guessed before I experience how completely it filled my mouth, which was indeed full of cock. And yeah, I looked great. Bartender agreed. I assume TG would have to agree as well, but bartender said his messages were more focused on demanding to know who was fucking me and why I’m not at his car.
I was paying more attention to bartender’s dick, which I had worked into my throat through some gags while I fingered myself with a hand down my pants.
After a few more minutes, he asks if I’d be more comfortable with my pants off. It had all escalated so quickly I hardly realized I was still wearing pants. Tops off first. He plays with my nipples while I take my pants and thong off.
I swear he could have made me cum just from that.
I start lowering again, ready to be his no name cock worshipper as long as he wanted, but he stopped me, instead of releasing my nipples his fingers squeezed harder, commanding my nipples wait until he decided to release them.
He glances at the phone. “He keeps asking where you are…” he glances down at his car.
“Fuck, sucking someone else’s cock and he still won’t quit, fuck just fuck me here, show him where the fuck i am”
He didn’t waste a second. Before I knew it bartender had picked me up, sat me on a table in front of the window, someone had a condom on in record time and was about to plug my pussy with that thick head and…I his cock was definitely longer than before. Bartender is a a certified grower lol…before I can fully appreciate what I was dealing with now, my legs were pinned back and bartender wasn’t holding back.
The table was in serious danger of breaking and I screamed partly in ecstasy and partly in shock because of how immediately and intensely I came. I could tell this would be fast for both of us after all the time his cock spent fucking my face earlier.
“Cum all over me fuck cover me and fucking show him where I am and how fucking good I look covered in cum”
That sent him over the edge, he pulled out, whipped off the condom and unloaded every rope and drop of cum all over me. Tits, face, stomach, even enough in my mouth for a drooly facial pic (his car through the window in the background) that would be the last of my face TG ever saw.
Bartender on the other hand, well, I would eventually learn and remember his actual name, though I remained the no name alley slut to him for the time being…but this was the end of the one-night stand no one invoked saw coming and definitely the worst and best tinder date I’ve ever been on…
PS…AITA?…
Oh man!!!! Reading to this crazy post made me hard as a rock!!!!! I’m a Jelly!!!🙈
Great story, well written. Thanks
Definitely not the AH, great story do you have more? Subscribeme!
I’m dying to know which bar this was
Love your stories and so happy to see you post again!
We both also miss your pics/vids👿👿👿🤞🏼💦🍑
Great story, poetic justice against an entitled dickhead!
Definitely not the arsehole! Got story though!
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