[FM] My first Tinder experience

I just got out of a long term relationship of 6 years. We went through most of college together and I was always faithful, so over those 5 years, he was the only person I had slept with. While I was with him my friends had had some positive Tinder experiences, and I had always been curious.

About 2 months ago we broke up. It was a mutual split. I think time had changed both of us and the relationship had simply run it’s course. Both of us were ready for new things, so it was sort of a natural split. I was bummed out for the first few weeks and mostly just kept to myself. I hung out with friends, focused on work, etc. There were moments where I missed him, and we texted a little bit back and forth, but kept our distance.

Over the last month or so my friends had encouraged me to get on Tinder but I didn’t really feel ready to date or even talk to guys. Truthfully, I was a little subconscious about getting back into the dating world. Last Friday night marked 3 months since I had last had sex (a month before we split up), and I was starting to feel a little bit horny. I wasn’t craving him really, I was just feeling very turned on. I played with myself a little bit, but it wasn’t really satisfying my urges. I decided to download Tinder. I genuinely didn’t have any plans to meet up with anyone, and I think I was just really craving some confidence in the form of guys wanting me.

I swiped through, rejecting a lot of guys, but giving the thumbs up to a guy here and there. One guy in particular (I’ll call him Mark) was very attractive. Like VERY attractive. I was already turned on, but seeing his photos brought a whole new wave of desire to me. I gave him the thumbs up.

About 25 minutes later, I got a notification that we matched. He messaged me politely, introduced himself, and threw out a lame ice breaker that I laughed at. We chatted for about an hour and I found myself intrigued by him. Earlier I had promised myself that I wouldn’t take things too far, but I felt like we were vibing, and the excitement of talking to a new guy excited me. I found out his apartment was about 15 blocks away from mine, and he asked me if I wanted to grab a drink at the bar that is about halfway between our buildings. I agreed, and then immediately took way too long getting ready, lol.

At about 10:30, I left my building and walked down to the bar. As soon as I walked in I saw him, and he looked even better than he did in his photos. About 6’, a fit build, brown hair, striking blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. I was admittedly attracted to him as soon as he shook my hand. We sat down at the bar and ordered drinks and then just started talking.

The conversation was excellent, he was charming, and as the night went on, I found myself more and more turned on by him. I was nervous because it had been so long since I flirted with another guy, but things seemed to be going smoothly. He playfully touched my arm a few times, and each time he touched me, I felt weak. Before long, I had decided I was having sex that night. I couldn’t help but get more and more turned on as we talked, and the alcohol probably played a role in convincing me it would help me move on from my former relationship. I was trying to figure out what to do next when he looked me in the eyes and said, “do you want to go somewhere quieter? My apartment isn’t far.”

Trying to contain my excitement, I responded, “well, mine is only a few blocks away… does that work too?” He agreed, paid the tab, and then took my hand and walked me out. The walk home was a little awkward, but we managed small talk until we got to my building. My heart was going crazy as we waited for the elevator. I was nervous, excited, turned on… all kinds of emotions.

We stepped inside and I pressed the button and then smiled at him. To my surprise, he confidently leaned in to me and gently kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back a little bit more passionately and by the time the elevator arrived at my floor, we were fully making out. The doors opened and I lead him to my apartment door. I unlocked the door and began to push it open, but he placed his hand on the small of my back and pulled me back in for another kiss in the open doorway, our bodies pressed against each other.

We continued making out as we stepped inside my apartment, and I led him to my couch. We both sat down and continued making out. He leaned into me, and pressed his chest against mine, softly laying me down on the couch. By this point my heart was racing, and admittedly, my panties were soaked. I was super turned on and I couldn’t help myself. As his hands moved up and down my sides, feeling my body over my dress, I let out soft moans. My hands explored too, eventually finding their way under his shirt. I could feel his muscle definition on his abs and his chest and my mind went wild imaging what he looked like. Our kissing got more passionate, and our tongues explored each other. His right hand slid down my side to the end of my dress, and I felt his strong hand finally wrap around the outside of my thigh. I pulled him closer to me and our pelvises touched; I could feel him already getting hard against me.

I tugged on the bottom of his shirt before lifting it up, and he got the hint. He sat up, looked me directly in the eyes, and then pulled his shirt off. My hands hadn’t lied to me… he had an amazing body, and looking at him in the dim light turned me on even more. I reached forward and unbuckled his belt, then moved on to the button, then the zipper. The bulge in his pants was growing, and I reached for the waistband on his underwear, pulled it down, and freed him. His cock was already large and swollen, and I instantly wrapped my hand around it and started stroking him. He sighed in pleasure, and then continued exploring with his right hand. Before long I could feel his fingers tracing my lips over my thong, and he said, “baby you’re wet.”

“Mhhmm” I responded, playfully smiling at him. Without saying a word he stood up, stepped out of his pants, and reached up below my dress, grabbed my thong, and peeled it off me. Instinctively, I opened my legs for him so he could see how wet I was. He placed a finger on my lips and touched me, then moved up and parted them to toy with my clit for a few seconds. I moaned in delight.

Truthfully, he could have fucked me right there and I would have been ready, but he took his fingers away and then looked at me and said, “Put me in your mouth.” I was very happy to oblige, so I slid off the couch, got on my knees, and immediately wrapped my lips around him. He was much bigger than my ex. I teased him with my tongue and felt him get harder in my mouth. I got my hand involved and began stroking him as I sucked on the tip. His manly moans only added fuel to my growing desire.

At this point I couldn’t wait any loner and I wanted to feel him. I didn’t say a word, and instead just got up on the couch. I put my knees on the seating part and my elbows on the back of the couch (facing opposite the way you would normally sit on a couch) and I looked back at him with my ass and pussy presented for the taking. He reached down to his pants on the floor and began digging for his wallet, eventually presenting a condom. He slipped it on in no time and then got behind me.

He slid his cock in between my lips and began slowly stroking. I was so turned on that he slid in with relative ease despite his size, and before long I was taking him fully in. I could feel myself stretching open for him, his big hands holding my hips for leverage. After only a minute or so, I came super hard. My knees went weak and began to shake, but thankfully, he didn’t stop. He kept stroking, my body rolling from the first orgasm right into another. He began talking dirty to me, asking me if I liked it, and telling me he loved how tight and wet I was.

After a few minutes he pulled out, and then sat next to me on the couch. Confidently, he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him. My pussy, wet from my previous two orgasms, found the head of his cock with ease, and took him in as I settled my weight on top of him. He continued whispering dirty things in my ear as I rode him, and the feeling of him inside me was exactly what I craved. Before long he was fucking me in rhythm to my grinding, and I got off again, moaning super loudly.

Right after I came, he whispered in my ear, “where can I cum?” I quickly responded, “wherever you want.”

Mark quickly grabbed me and laid me back down on the couch, then stood above me. He quickly pulled the condom off his dick and began stroking himself. Watching him stare at my tits, my body, my pussy, my face, was so hot that I couldn’t help but touch myself. I played with my clit and moaned as he continued stroking himself. Finally, he inches closer to me, and I told him I wanted it on my chest. Within a few seconds he began to grunt and then finally began cumming. I moaned in delight as he finished himself on my chest, his cum landing on my nipples and then dripping down the sides of my tits.

After we caught our breath and cleaned up a bit, we hung out for a little while. We flirted and watched tv, then finally exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet up again. He gave me a sweet kiss before heading out and shortly after I fell asleep on the couch.

We’ve been texting a bit here and there and I think we’re going to try and meet up again this weekend.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e6okt5/fm_my_first_tinder_experience