Tenderizing Tinder Tales: “Jim” Day 1 [FM]

Two weeks ago on Tinder, I matched with this guy named “Jim”. A white Dilf double my age who seemed really chill. The only issue was he didn’t live in my area and was only in town for two weeks. I rarely go on dates with out-of-towners but he was just so polite and considerate. I was curious to know more. Plus he asked me to talk on the phone which surprised me. I liked his voice and our small conversation. My weekends are hectic so I told him he’d have to wait until the weekend for me to decide if I was coming out or not. He understood and said he couldn’t wait to hear from me.

When the weekend came he texted a simple message and I was on board with a date. We met in a mutual city so we both had to drive 30 mins. He texted me he was running a little late and so was I. Once I got there I parked my car then texted him I was walking up. I looked for him outside but didn’t see him. I walked into the restaurant to see if I could spot him. There he was sitting at a high top table by the bar right in front of the door. I couldn’t miss him.

He wore a nice sweater, jeans, and some dad shoes. His glasses matched his salt & peppered beard. I wore a cute top, jeans, and some flats. The crowd inside the restaurant was mixed but I was the only alternative one there. Everyone was interested in our opposite nature. We both just stared at each other. I couldn’t stop smiling at him. Not only was he attractive to me but his demeanor was so calming. I wondered if I was a bit too much for him. He seemed so reserved against my free natured spirit.

Once the initial stare down ended we swapped stories and munched on an appetizer. A band began setting up for the live show later that night and things became increasingly loud but I still continued to talk over the music. Mid-sentence he leaned in close to my face and asked if I wanted to eat outside where it was quiet.

“I can barely hear you and I want to hear everything you’re saying. Do you want to move to the patio?”

“Sure!!” I cheesed while I sat so close to his face. We both stopped and enjoyed the small space we created. The entire restaurant started to fade away the longer I stayed in his stare. Our waiter broke the trance and we asked if we could be moved outside. We grabbed our things and before long we were back to our conversations.

The more we chatted the more I realized what a catch this guy was. Not only did he look and smell good to me but he had good insight and opinions. The place he spoke from was genuine. I enjoyed hearing from him. I understood his perspective more and more with each story he told. Each time he finished a story I wanted him to tell me more about the wild life that hid inside the quiet man I saw before me.

He was a hardworking veteran with adult children just trying to enjoy life. One interesting piece was his sobriety. He made that decision and has been for years now. As a young adult in their 20s that lifestyle choice intrigued me. He assured me I could drink as much as I wanted and he wouldn’t judge nor feel bad. He was at a level of inner peace that I truly respected. I hadn’t met a fully sober man in a while and never one this lively. His level of self-awareness was fascinating.

Every time he smiled, I smiled. Luckily we both had amazing smiles. We barely ate the appetizer and neither of us looked at the menu long enough to order. We had too much to talk about to even think about eating. Though this was our first time meeting it was like we were long lost buddies. He wanted to know about me but I failed at remembering my life or favorite things or anything for that matter. I told him what I could think of but was still utterly shocked at his existence.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked in the silence. His phone buzzed and he stopped it but not staring at me. I melted.

I was elated he wanted to kiss me because I thought about it as soon as I saw him. He was so attractive to me on Tinder and better in person. The more I learned about what gave him his greyish beard the more I wanted to be in it. Of course, I replied “YES” with all my teeth hanging out of my mouth.

For an older white man, he had some big soft lips. His kisses were delicious. I could feel the passion bubbling up between us. Once he warmed up more he started asking me really personal questions. I always encourage my dates to ask whatever they want because I live a nontraditional lifestyle to the world but it was normal to me. I struggle with what to tell so I encourage questions. He seemed to understand where I was coming from. We chatted until the patio cleared out and the wind picked up. I waited for him to invite me over but couldn’t wait any longer.

“So…can I ask you a question that’s more like a statement?”

“Okay..” he chuckled as he stared into my eyes.

“Can we go somewhere else to chat that’s more comfortable?” I questioned.

“Oh uh sure, would you feel comfortable going back to my place?”

“Absolutely, let’s blow this popsicle stand”

He chuckled yet again at one of my many corny comments. He laughed at every little dorky remark I made. I couldn’t help but be intoxicated by him. Before we left I needed to reiterate one more thing to him.

“Now listen, if we do go back to your place and mess around know that I have an appetite. I’m not saying we will or we won’t I’m just putting it out there. I have crazy hunger be warned.”

“Yes ma’am, I got you,” he replied calmly while closing out the bill.

I told him I’d drive him to his car and then follow him back. We kissed before he hopped into his truck. It was a long 30 min but we finally reached his place and sat on the couch. After chatting more about our lives and perspectives I couldn’t take it any longer. I kissed him and that caused us to make out.

Like teenagers, we made out on the couch for minutes on end. We didn’t take any clothes off just played in each other’s mouths. The more I tasted him the more I wanted him. Soon clothes were pulled off. Our naked bodies were exposed. He was a fit Dilf and his body was so yummy. I couldn’t stop rubbing my hands all over his body. He felt so warm. I wanted more of him.

He was strong enough to pick me up and lay me on my back. Kisses went everywhere. He eventually made it to my already soaking wet pussy. His eyes locked on mines as he licked me. It drove me nuts. I could barely lay still. I wanted him badly. After he finished making out with my pussy he came up for kisses from me. I happily licked my juices off his face and out his beard. His face changed. The once smiling man was now serious. His cock was definitely a grower and boy did it grow. While he leaned in to kiss me it kept hitting the entrance of my cunt. I wanted him bad.

After I finished cleaning my messy pussy off his face he grabbed me up from the couch. My hands and knees held me up until he slid inside behind me. I quickly sank lower to avoid some of his cock. His thick dick stretched my hole so much it made me yelp. I instinctively put my hands back to prevent him from going any deeper. I wasn’t prepared to feel him fill me up with only some of his dick, not even all. My pussy needed to adjust before he fed me the rest.

This man knew his penis. Once inside me, he searched and listened to my various noises. Like a wizard, he found my spot each and every time. When he found it he would lunge deeper and then move around. His penis felt heavy in my cunt as he drug it against my walls. I began calling him names and things I didn’t want him to know so soon. I pleaded with him to take me to the bed. I needed to lay down. I wanted to see what he could do with more room. I also needed a second to catch my breath and thoughts.

Before letting my pussy go he pressed his fingertips into my booty while he held it then proceeded to slam my hole up and down his shaft. I felt like a fuck toy. He fucked me like I was a hole. I couldn’t stop drooling nor screaming foolishness. I didn’t dare look back at him in fear he would go deeper and punish me. Finally, after a few moments of my cries, he started to let up enough for me to catch my breath. His cock slid out my pussy then he slapped my ass and lead me to the bedroom.

The entire walk to the room my mind was dumbfounded by the strength and power this man possessed. No one has ever fucked me with such precision, accuracy, and force all while looking like a hot 90s tv dad. It was only our first time and I was already saying my pussy belonged to him. That man fucked it like it was his. I wasn’t going to stop him nor get in his way.

Once we got in the room he laid me down and we started making out again. His hands explored every inch of my body. Some parts he squeezed others he slapped and sucked. It drove me wild. I asked what position next and he reassured me I still had some time left in doggie. I was thrilled he was going to give me more but I knew he had more room to torture me on the bed. That made me even wetter.

My brown little booty rose up in the air while my arms stayed at my side. I swayed my ass to and fro to tease him but it wasn’t needed. Before shoving his cock back into my pussy he went down to my clit, licked up to my asshole, kept going all along my spine to the back of my neck, and up to my bald head. No one has ever done that to me before in all of my existence. He truly did lick me before sticking me; I was happy to be his stamp. I was going to take as much of his cock as I could, like a champ.

Goosebumps, shivers, and a baby shriek left my body as he dug deep into my soul. I had nowhere to run or hide from his dick. I had to take the whole entire thing. He pounded me relentlessly. I tried to grab things to comfort me but he fucked them away. I wanted the sheets to hold onto but he fucked them away. I felt the neighbors shouldn’t have to hear my loud ass so I tried to hide in pillows but he fucked them all away as well. He wanted to hear me. He said it helped him know what to do.

We changed positions but it didn’t matter. The routine was the same. He’d put me in a spot that was feeling good then dig around until he found the spot that made me sing. Once the spot was located it’s pounded until I literally scream in pleasure. Every time he took pride in making me go wild. After a while, I had to tap out. I couldn’t make sense of anything and he still hadn’t cum. I offered my mouth and he happily plunged inside.

Hearing him grunt and moan while fucking my mouth only made me messier. I had to reach down and play with myself. Before long I was in a trance rubbing my clit while he throat fucked me. It all became too much. I told him I was on the verge of cumming and he lunged even deeper in my mouth. Feeling his dick spread my mouth wider and hearing the wet sloppy noises were too much for me. While his cock choked me a wave of ecstasy went over my body. I started to shake from my orgasm. He watched me the entire time which made me cum even harder. By the time I was finished I was a pool of wetness.

He picked me up then wrapped me up in the blanket on the bed. I don’t remember it but he said I fell asleep staring at him in his arms. Before I fully drifted off I reminded him that I stay wet and if he got horny at any point in the night to just wake me up with a fuck. He smiled and took off his glasses. We chatted until I supposedly dozed off. The next thing I remember was feeling his warm body on top of mine the next morning with his rock hard cock at the entrance to wet cunt; time for round two.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/epqkum/tenderizing_tinder_tales_jim_day_1_fm