I [F]inally tried out Tinder to meet a [M]an and was surprised with what I found

Disclaimer:- This story involves a large age gap, I was 21 and the man was 43. It is also ~3000 words long. Any comments, questions, etc. feel free to message me.

I have never had much problem meeting guys. I wouldn’t say I’m a stunning, thin super model; but guys like me. I’m small, at 5’4”, with a big-ish bum, good boobs and long dark hair – naturally hazel but usually dyed darker. For years I thought I would never use dating apps because I thought meeting people was easy. All of my experience was with far more organic meetings, where I either knew them or made and effort to get to know them, in person. Until recently.

When I finished university I went onto a graduate scheme; this involved a lot of travelling. For the first few months I was solely focused on work, having no dates or even much of a social life where I was shuttled around from place to place. By the time I reached Christmas I knew I needed a change. My policy of only meeting people organically was becoming a hindrance. I’m a girl with a high sex drive, and a preference for older men, a combination of criteria not easily met by my situation. All the men I liked were men I worked with; or they were too young for me. So a year ago, just before my 22nd birthday, I thought I would relent and try Tinder.

I was spending every other week in Manchester for the few months of that winter so it made sense for me to experiment there, rather than in my home city. I downloaded the app and spent ages selecting the right pictures. I knew it shouldn’t be a big deal, especially since my expectations were so low, but I couldn’t bring myself to have anything where I looked too bad or too slutty. A trade-off I assume most try to balance but based on what they guys have shown me, most fail. I selected the first – a standard selfie. Then the second and third were more interesting backgrounds of me on holiday; opting to keep away from any bikini shots I had. I didn’t want to give off a totally slutty vibe since I didn’t know which of my colleagues might see. Overall it was respectable and I thought I looked nice.

What I couldn’t imagine was quite how much of an onslaught would come my way. I started at the beginning of one of my weeks and swiped on every attractive guy I saw. That evening very little happened, so I left it. The next day I had a notification telling me to check the app; so once I got back to my hotel after work I opened it up and had a look. Nearly 30 new connections and over half of them had messaged. However, when I looked at the messages they ranged from ‘Hey’ to ‘Fancy a bum in my bm’, I wasn’t sure how exactly to filter these. The overly pushy, rude or vulgar got unmatched immediately, the one word openers were also deleted, leaving those who had put some thought it. I ended up cutting down to a few. The conversations soon died out after it was apparent they had never spoken to a woman in their life. I had another round of marginally more targeted swiping, but still vainly picking based on what I found nice – the large built dad-bod more mature man.

That second night I had more immediate matches; but decided to leave them to be men and do the messaging first. Sure enough they came in, same as the day before, with one exception. One of the men, named Will, sent a joke about chemistry (I wish I could still remember it) but it caught my attention. He was 43; short dark hair with a few greys, clean shaven and a real builders physique. He looked like he enjoyed a fry-up but also spent most of the day lifting heavy things – just my type. To my surprise he was a chemist, not a builder, who worked for a company which provided materials to the food industry. The fine details were lost on me, but he travelled a lot and was here until Sunday on business. We chatted about hobbies, plans for the future, where we wanted to go on holiday, all manor of trivial topics, until the early hours of the morning.

The next day we continued to talk in the few minutes of free time I could find at work and in the evening we talked more, until he suggested we got together on the Friday night. Initially I planned to head home in the evening, but I had the room until Saturday morning so I thought it could be fun. We organised to meet up at the TGI Friday, naturally it was the most romantic venue, as well as being close enough to my hotel I could get home safely on foot. At this point we had only had civil, clean, conversation. I was pleased and worried in equal measure about how much of a gentleman he appeared to be.

By the time Friday came around I was feeling a nervous anticipation – I’d never met a stranger for a date before. To add to my worries; I only had work clothes with me, so I looked like I was having a really formal meeting in TGI. A black pencil skirt and a pale pink blouse. This happened to fit as the day before we had discussed how he didn’t want it to look like a date, we are both aware of how the public would perceive a 40-something man taking a young girl out. Not that I cared, but he did; he says he’s divorced and single and I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I popped to my hotel after work to freshen up – i.e. shave, shower, make sure I looked nice – before hurrying to the restaurant. He sent me a message to say he had a seat in the lower section which helped me to find him.

On first sight I realised his pictures had been deceiving. He looked like them; but he was nicer, around 6’ but equally as broad. I felt an instant attraction, his rugged face even more appealing in real life than the pictures. Standing up to greet me he gave a firm hug and a small peck on the cheek, “Hi!” he paused, giving me a chance to jump in.

“Hiya! Will, I presume?” he nodded to confirm.

“You look amazing!” he eyed me up and down before averting his gaze. We continued with small-talk throughout the meal, almost as if we were old friends catching up. A couple of cocktails and relaxed conversation made me feel comfortable with him. We kept flirting to a minimum, save the odd compliment or innuendo, and the time flew by.

At the end of the meal we casually walked out into the street and he looked at me, “Is this goodnight?” he asked.

“I don’t know, is it?” came my reply. We walked a little way down the road.

“How about a goodnight kiss then?” he turned to face me; I leaned in and he kissed me softly on the lips. He smiled; “I didn’t mean on the lips.” He kept his hands at my sides.

“Where, then?” I tried to act coy.

“If you want to come back to my hotel I can show you?” he was feeling my hips with his hands. “But you have to promise to be a good girl.”

“I can be a good girl.” I tried to lean in for another kiss, but he didn’t reciprocate.

“Oh I’m sure you are.” He moved to my side, giving my bum a squeeze as he gestured with his free hand down the road. “My room is just around the corner. We should get going it’s cold.” We made our way down the road, through the lobby and up in the lift. We kept our distance until we got inside his room. I looked around at the standard corporate hotel, it was similar to the one I was in. I took my coat and heels off and sat on the bed. He came over, leaning over to kiss me; this time hard, probing his tongue past my lips. We embraced for a minute before he pulled away. “Take your clothes off, I want to see you.” Usually I wouldn’t respond to that, but the way he commanded me sent a pulse of adrenaline through me. It occurred to me how horny I was; how turned on I felt, how desperately I needed a cock. In that moment I would have done anything he asked.

Unbuttoning my blouse I looked at the growing lump in his trousers, noticing he was an impressive size already. My mouth started to water at the thought as I met his gaze. “Are you not undressing?” I asked impatiently. I wanted to see what he was packing.

“Stand up.” He ordered. I did. “I want you to put on a show…”

“Of course!” I eagerly replied. I didn’t know what he was expecting so I looked sultry as I pulled of my top before bending over as I slid off my skirt. A firm hand grabbed my bum, I felt his bulge rubbing against me. “I can’t take these panties off if you keep that up.” A light spank came in response.

“This sweet ass is mine.” He unhooked my bra, leaving me to pull it off. Then he tore the thin lace at the sides of my panties using both strong hands, then proceeded to do the other. He pulled them almost sharply as he did it; slightly painful but I didn’t mind. I was already too wet to care. “You won’t be needing these.” He pulled the broken fabric away from me, leaving me totally naked.

“Hey!” I started to protest, “Those are expensive…” trailing off as his hand slips between my legs.

“A wet cunt. Why am I not surprised? A slut like you needs the cock of a real man. Turn around.” I did as he said. Something about him made me want to do everything he said. “Let me see that pretty face.” He held my cheek before passionately kissing me. My hand reached for his belt. He pulled it away.

“Please?” I begged. At this point the horny monster inside of me had full control. I needed that cock. He whipped his clothes of in no time.

“Since you asked so nicely!” I stared for a moment at this 7.5” cock. He laid on the bed, “Sit on my lap.” Doing as I was told I straddled him, resting my pulsing, engorged lips on his hard cock.

“Do you think I can fit that in me?” I joked. He rotated his hips back before pushing himself firmly into me. I was so turned on he slid in nicely; instantly feeling the pleasurable pressure inside. “Ahh!” a quiet moan escaped my lips. I’m not naturally loud, but I couldn’t help it.

“Nice…” he moaned; me sliding up and down, riding him. I could feel my juices dripping out everywhere. “You’re good… a good girl for riding…” he began moving in rhythm with me. For a few minutes I rode him in ecstasy, lost in the feeling of him thrusting hard into my pussy. Without much pause for breath he rolled us over, taking his turn on top and going as deep as he could. Out of nowhere a strong orgasm hit me; I tensed up hard as he continued to thrust in unrelenting strokes. I couldn’t get a breath out even to moan; with no let-up as it subsided.

After another minute he pulled out, “Look what a mess you made! Clean that up.” He kneeled waiting for me to move.

“Did you cum?” I asked. Looking at him still throbbing hard.

“No? You’re the one who came.” He smiled. “Now before I continue, clean up your mess.” Gesturing to my creamy juices coating his cock. I leaned forward, on my hands and knees, facing him. I could smell myself on him, noticing my hesitation he pressed his cock to my lips. Parting them to accept him he pushed until I gagged, then pulled out. “See what happens if I have to clean myself?” I licked up his shaft, I couldn’t taste much apart from slight salty skin. Running my tongue over him, sucking off all of my juices before working on trying to make him cum. I sucked hard and rhythmically, using my hand to stroke the base. By the time I got into a good rhythm he moved away. “Turn around.” He circled his finger in the air.

“Okay.” I said as I turned. Pressing my chest down, curving my back, to allow him easiest access.

“This ass is nice.” He ran either his finger or thumb over my hole. “And it’s all mine.” I looked around to protest. I always shied away from anal, not much pleasure for me.

“Hmm…” I hummed, clearly not looking into it.

“Right, since you have been such a good girl can we make a deal?” he slid his cock back into my pussy, taking a moment or silence while we both enjoyed it. I nodded after a moment.

“That depends on what deal you have in mind.” He spanked my bum as I gyrated myself over his cock.

“Fuck.” He was clearly enjoying it. “How about, if I make you cum in under five minutes I get to finish in your ass?” he pressed his thumb into my tight hole as he spoke – it felt wet.

“Okay, it’s a deal. You have five minutes, and I won’t move a muscle to help.” I looked away from him to the bland opposing wall. Beginning with hard thrusts he knew just how to stroke himself over my g-spot. His large arm reached around my hip and he used that hand to massage my clit. He was silent except for heavy breathing, focusing on his work. I was confident I would win, usually it takes a while after a big orgasm like the one I just had.

Rapidly I realised I was wrong, having this man treat me like this primed me and his skill was pushing me to the edge. His hard thrusts covered up a mini orgasm I had, but I knew I was building. I could feel the blood rushing through my clit and lips as he worked me inside and out. My head was swimming in pleasure, totally losing track of time. Sure enough the hard orgasm came. Hard nipple being pulled in one hand, massaging my clit in the other and steady thrusting continues until he was sure I was finished. “Uggghh!” was about the extent of what I could let out in the minutes after.

“Fucking hell.” He said.

“What?” I asked, still catching my breath.

“Just over 5 minutes… haha…” he halfheartedly looked disappointed in himself.

“Not by my watch.” I tried to wink at him but because of the angle he probably couldn’t see.

“Won’t argue with that!” I heard him spit on his fingers before he rubber the saliva into my waiting hole. He was gentle enough to feel nice but firm enough to be effective and loosen me up. Taking one last dip in my pussy he pressed his cock against my hole. With a little pressure he popped his head through my ring; continuing slowly to press his length into me. Resting his hand on my lower back as he stabilised himself.

“Mmhmm.” I groaned slightly so he eased pressure before pressing the advantage again. Repeating the process until he was all the way in.

“Fuck that’s tight. You done anal before?” he slowly but surely picked up the pace. I was now relaxing into it, but didn’t feel like I could answer. I felt full of him as he used me to pleasure himself; I enjoyed how much he was clearly enjoying it. “Fuck you’re tight.” Peppered his heavy breaths. “I’m not going to last!” he picked up the pace, by now I was enjoying the feeling; especially knowing he was going to cum in my bum. For some reason that really turned me on.

He kept stroking at the same pace for another minute or so until he grunted, then howled, and slowed right down. Waiting a moment before pulling out, allowing us both to collapse onto the bed. We laid in silence for a while until I said, “I wasn’t expecting that…” feeling my well used holes throbbing.

“Neither was I. I honestly expected a catfish or to get stood up.”

“I guess we both needed it.” I was surprised he thought I could be a catfish.

“I sure did, it’s been a while since I had anyone fun. Most girls lay there; I have to be honest I don’t get many young girls like you.” He looked at my wet, used, body in appreciation. “It’s a shame I’m not from around here.”

“I guess so. Though that IS part of the fun of this.” I realised at no point had I said I was only visiting too. We talked a little more before it was time for me to head off. I didn’t fancy staying the night.

On the way out I saw the man from the room next to his step out, almost giving me a knowing grin. I wasn’t sure what he’d heard, but we weren’t quiet. The next day I went home and got on with my normal life.

That was until one month later when he messaged me saying, ‘Hello, hope you’re good. I’m in Manchester next week over the weekend, you free?’. That is a story for another day.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eqw5qg/i_finally_tried_out_tinder_to_meet_a_man_and_was