I don’t know how many people know about Bumble, but it’s basically the same thing as Tinder, except girls have all the power. So if you match, you can’t actually message them. The girl has to go first.
The result, at least in my opinion, is that you talk to a lot fewer girls, but it’s where ALL the hot ones are.
So I’m fucking around on it this afternoon while watching the baseball game, and I get a message from this girl Melissa. Just the standard, “hey.”
I replied back with a “Hey, you’re really pretty.” Not exactly inventive, but it started the conversation. She said that I was handsome, and I made a joke about blushing, etc.
So we joke for a few minutes, and I tell her that I have a confession to make. I say, before we fall madly in love with each other, I need to tell her that I’m moving out of the province in a week (which is true).
I figured this would probably torpedo the conversation, but she replies back that she doesn’t know how long she’ll stay here either, so it’s no big deal.
Now my interest is raised. It’s hard to take that as anything but, “I’m totally okay with just meeting up to fuck.” At least, that’s how I took it.
So we talk some more, and eventually she asks what my plans are for tonight. I joke back, “I don’t know. I figured I’d try to make out with a stranger I met on a dating app.”
She laughed. We talked a little more, but soon I eventually just put it out there, “What time should I expect you.”
There was quite a pause, but eventually she said, “I should shower and do my hair. But I’m in.”
Fast forward to when she gets to my place. I apologize for the mess — moving boxes are everywhere. I open a bottle of wine, and we sit and we talk. It’s actually fairly easy conversation. We talk for maybe a half hour, when she suddenly says, “So, do you want to watch a movie? Or… not watch a movie?”
I guess I should take a minute for descriptions. I’m 35, decent looking guy, but nobody cares about me. She’s 28. Big green eyes, and brown hair. A little too much makeup, but pretty. More importantly, her body is crazy good. It’s not traditionally my type, but I dug it. Slim. Perky b-cup tits. But then this big fat ass. I don’t understand how you have such a flat stomach, lean arms, and then this big round butt. It was fucking hot.
So we’re making out on the couch. Her hands are pawing at my back. Mine alternating between her ass and her tits. Eventually I suggest we move to my room.
I follow her in, and she strips down like she’s in a hurry. She tears at my shirt, and I get naked with her. She’s grinding against me while we kiss. I pick her up just a couple inches off the ground and toss her down onto the bed. She was a bit started, but super turned on.
I grab a condom and climb on top of her. I can feel the heat radiating off her pussy. I slipped inside her pussy. It was so tight, but wet enough that I got in without too much trouble.
I started fucking her hard. There was no romance. I honestly couldn’t remember her name. I still don’t know her last name. And she doesn’t know mine. No, this was just sport fucking. She was quiet, but talkative. She told me how big I felt inside her. She told me how good it felt. How wet her pussy was. It was only minutes before she came, quietly and violently. It was the softest moan, but it came from somewhere deep within her. I could feel her tighten up. Not just her pussy around my cock, but her whole body. She virtually squeezed me out of her, as she lay there panting. Recovering.
But it was only seconds later that she breathed, “I want you to fuck my face.”
This was a lie.
She got on top of me and I did not fuck her face. She fucked my dick with her mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever had such an enthusiastic blow job. her mouth was so wet. So warm. And she went up and down on my dick so fucking fast and hard. I’ve never been blown like this. It felt like she was dying for my cum. She went hard for as long as she could, then pulled off and went just as hard with her hand, my dick still slick with her saliva. Then back down with her mouth, up and down. Fast and hard.
It wasn’t long until I was cumming. I warned her and she only sped up. Finally I grabbed her by the back of her head and shot a rope of cum straight down her throat.
She pulled off and kept stroking my dick hard, I shot again and again, it was everywhere. Her hands, her chest, and on me. I shook and finished. And she kept stroking, slower now. It was torture, but it felt good too. She wouldn’t stop slowly stroking, while I shook and tried to pull away.
“I know, I know,” she said. “It’s so sensitive.” But still she slowly stroked my cock for another full minute.
I’m exhausted. We cuddled for about 20 minutes afterwards and then made plans to see each other again before my move. I offered her another drink, but she had drove here. So she left.
That was minutes ago. Or at least, minutes before I sat down to write this out.
Wow. That blow job. Fuck. Also, we talked about all the things she wants me to do to her before I leave. What an unexpected night.