A new Tinder world record? (F/M)

Last weekend was one of the year’s big conventions, so that meant a Thursday night of cramming far too many clothes and outfits into bags, and a Friday morning of travelling up the country with those big bags in tow. For once, I didn’t have a room to myself, but was instead staying with one of my housemates (yes, the one from this story: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4i5gmu/a_very_unexpected_drunken_time_with_a_housemate_fm/) as his boyfriend couldn’t make it and so some shuffling of arrangements left us sharing.

However, as he was travelling from elsewhere he wasn’t expected to arrive until some point that evening, which left me all alone to drag my bags from the train station onto a bus for the short ride to where the event was held so that I could register and get our room key. Although I thought I was arriving earlier than most, it turned out I was mistaken – I was left standing in what seemed like an endless queue for registration and rooms that left me wondering if I should have arrived earlier or later myself. Bored and with nothing else to do, I naturally opened up my phone, fired up Tinder, and half-heartedly swiped away for a bit, keeping a look out for others that looked likely to be at the same convention.

What I wasn’t particularly expecting was for someone I’d swiped to match me within minutes, and what I *really* wasn’t expecting was for them to message me straight away. I felt a little deflated therefore when he asked if I was in another part of the country – when I told him no, I wasn’t, it turned out that his assumption came from the fact that he was just finishing a two-day course in the exact location I was at for the weekend and that he wasn’t expecting to match with anyone in his current location just like that.

As he was bored in his final presentation and I was bored in the slow-moving queue, we talked, and his interest in my profile was obvious -he mentioned that his presentation would be over in 30 minutes, then he had another hour or so before catching his train, and so a plan quickly began to form…

By the time he sent me a message that his work was done for the day, so I was just a few people from the front of the queue – telling him where I was, it turns out he was close at hand and so he agreed to make his way over to me. Suddenly I was even more impatient waiting my turn, but eventually it came, and after showing ID and sorting out paperwork I had a convention badge and, just as importantly, a room key.

Walking out of the organisational building, I spotted him straight away – in his mid-20s, tall, thin and lanky, in smart-casual attire and with a small suitcase trailing behind him. He also recognised me and beckoned me over, asking how I was before offering to help me with my bags. By that point I was more than happy to let someone else take the strain I’d been dragging around, and so he took the bulk of my luggage as well as his own while I consulted the map to figure out where my room was located.

He quizzed me on the event I was attended and I asked about his as we walked, and not five minutes later we found the university dorm building that doubled as my accommodation for the weekend. Again leading the way, I opened the door to the building and hunted out my ground floor room before also letting myself in there and holding the door open for him to drag in my luggage.

Neatly propping it all in the corner while letting his own case sit near the door, he wasn’t backwards in coming forward. “I hate to be so upfront like this, but as I’m short on time do you still want to do this?” he asked, to which I nodded. Again wasting no time, he immediate started to unbutton his shirt to undress. Following his lead, I started to pull at my own clothes – off came my red t-shirt, then my shoes, followed by my grey shorts and black tights. By this time he was already dispensing with his briefs to reveal his skinny naked body, at which point I realised we were in a ground floor room with the curtains open. I quickly rushed over to draw them, bringing a laugh from us both before I then dispensed with my own bra before peeling down and stepping out of my plain knickers, leaving them on the floor.

Moving over to him, he gently took me by the shoulders and guided me down onto the bed, laying on his side next to me, tentatively kissing him as his hand began to explore my body. From carefully tracing the outlines of my form his hand soon moved to spend some time squeezing and massaging my breasts, feeling each nipple harden in turn before that same hand somewhat hurriedly made its way down to part my legs and reach between them.

His hesitant touches soon became less so once I gasped at his touch and he felt my growing wetness, and his fingers soon went from tracing my slit to finding and rubbing my clit before spending some time with first one and then two fingers working their way inside me to finger me rapidly. Alternating between the two approaches, he eventually decided that playing with my clit was having the stronger response, and so he redoubled his efforts at strumming his fingers over my clit. He quickly made small adjustments to his method which he gauged quickly and effectively from my reaction, and what must have been five minutes later I felt my hips herk as I gripped the bed in a small but satisfying orgasm at his fingertips.

While all of this had been going on I’d felt his growing erection increasingly pressing into my leg, and now with a flushed face and a smile he asked if I had a condom. Hopping up from the bed, I went over and spent some time rummaging through my cases to find where they were – not a particularly sexy turn of events, but looking around or in the mirror to see him watching my naked body intently while I searched was arousing enough in itself.

Eventually the condoms were found and I handed one over to him as I rejoined him on the bed – much like his body his cock was somewhat long but thin, and once the condom was applied I spread my legs while laid on my back and let him easily enter me. Sitting back on his haunches and holding my legs apart and slightly back, he quickly built up a rhythm while I enjoyed the feeling of a new cock inside me. He continued to move inside me at that pace for some time, watching me intently and enjoying my soft moans, before asking if I’d ride him. Nodding again, I got up and let him take my place on the bed. As I went to straddle him he quietly told me that he enjoyed reverse cowgirl, prompting me to turn around and straddle his body facing away from him. Looking down between my legs I took his cock and guided it back into my wetness, sinking easily down to it.

This position allowed me to control the pace, and after a slow teasing start as I allowed myself to move and grind on him, I began to move my hips up and down… slowly and equally teasingly at first, then increasing the speed and intensity of my movements. I began to lose myself in the moment – the feel and sound of his cock sliding in and out of me; the bed creaking; my moans and his own ragged breath; the unspoken wish that I’d left the curtains open so that passers-by might see me riding the cock of a complete stranger. My enjoyment was only broken by his voice, warning me that he was going to cum soon – slowing down, unsure as to whether he wanted that or for me to finish the job, he then asked if he could fuck me over the desk in the room.

Not even nodding my assent this time, I sat up, feeling his cock slip out of me as I got off the bed and moved over to the desk. As he came close to me I leaned forward and put my hands onto its surface, just before feeling his cock enter me again before his hands gripped my hips. After a few slow thrusts his earlier languid rhythm was replaced with a purer, harder fucking – he wanted to cum, and his hands gripped me tightly as his body slapped against mine while I moaned louder.

It only took a few minutes of this before he gaspingly asked where I wanted him to cum. “Keep fucking me… cum in my pussy” was my response, which was perhaps enough in its self to send him over the edge – rather than moan, he simply gasped and breathed harder and I felt him thrust and throb in me, filling the condom with his seed before half collapsing over me, both of us panting.

After he pulled out, I sat back on the bed and watched him search for the bin to dispose of the condom, before checking his watch and declaring that he needed to go catch his train. Nodding and smiling, I remained naked as I watched him dress, listening to him chatter excitedly about how he’d enjoyed fucking me and couldn’t believe his luck. His excitement was rather sweet, and we shared a quick goodbye kiss as he told me to get in touch if I was ever in his neck of the woods before he let himself out the door. After a moment of wonder where I realised I’d had sex with a man only about 20 minutes of matching with him, I headed to the shower to clean up and ready my first cosplay outfit for the weekend and the evening to come.

As it turns out, this was barely the start of my weekend adventures, and the following couple of days brought some great experiences of their own which I’ll recount as soon as I can!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4voujc/a_new_tinder_world_record_fm