I [F] came in front of a stranger

“Accidentally” turning into an exhibitionist (see my last post on here) seems to have breached some kind of modesty wall within my brain. I seem to have lost a lot of my inhibitions.

After that day I couldn’t think about anything else. My mind would wander back to the nurse watching me all day. Luckily/sadly I was released soon after and in that time nothing further happened between us.

Back home I turned back to an old frenemy, Tinder. But, as opposed to the last time I tried it, a year ago, this time I wasn’t looking for “the one” but rather to (egoistically) fulfill my own kinky desires.

As in the past I was quite open about my disability, my first picture is one of me sitting in a wheelchair. This was one thing many people were put off by the last time. It was something I found sad, but understandable at the same time. The whole wheelchair thing does come with a lot of baggage.

This time my profile started with “just looking for a fun time”. Apparently if you take the prospect of “until death do us part” off the table it looks a whole lot different.

I matched with quite a few men and woman, though the latter were either bots or not really interested after I told them what I was after. The men were a different story. They usually wanted more than I was willing to give and the conversation stopped after I told them so. My search started with the idea of meeting up, masturbating in front of him and leaving after.

After some time I found someone who fit my search perfectly. Coming from out of town, a little older and (to me) very attractive. He proposed a slight alteration, which I thought added a nice touch to the whole affair.

“Let’s make it a game,” he said, “I will play around with myself, too, and whoever finishes first, wins.”

We agreed on the boundaries: no touching, no awkward small talk (dirty talk was allowed and encouraged), no changing of the rules. Meet up, do the deed, leave.

Time and place was set for handicapped bathroom in the local mall that afternoon, a few hours from our conversation. Just thinking about it flushed my whole body with a cocktail of emotions. I was on edge all day, scared, excited and most of all horny. I deliberatly didn’t touch myself, I think I might have chickened out if I would have taken care of myself during the day and wasn’t as turned on anymore.

Afternoon came and we arrived almost at the same time, he asked if it was ok to push my wheelchair and I agreed. Made it a lot less suspicious entering the bathroom together.

I couldn’t contain my excitement, I was flushed all over, my body was a mess, I was shivering a little. “Excited, huh, little slut?” he asked once the door closed behind us and it was almost too much for me. We found ourselves facing each other and while I unbuttoned my shirt and hiked up my bra, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff penis, I guess he was excited, too. We both started masturbating and I came almost immediately, the tension from the day releasing in a massive orgasm. A sly smile curved around his lips, he was a little surprised by the speed with which I came. “If I knew it would be over this quick I would have asked for different rules, go get dressed,” he said. He didn’t ask for more in that moment and I was grateful for that, I think I would have agreed to anything he wanted. He waited until I was dressed and told me he would “stay a moment to finish his own business” with a wink.

I left and soon after got a message from him, telling me how much fun he had and that he would love a do-over with different rules. We stay until we both finish and if he finishes first, he gets to cum on my body. With how excited I was and how quickly I came I doubt that will happen and readily agreed with one exception, not on my face.

I’m really looking forward to it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fejc97/i_f_came_in_front_of_a_stranger