I’ve been on a bit of a Tinder spree lately (see my last post). And loving it.. ;-) I’m fit. 37. Short brown hair. Green-blue eyes.
About a week ago I matched with Sally. 44. Ivy League school. A fellow single parent. Thin, curly red hair, B-cups.
Her profile said she loved butter and bikes. I told her I loved the same and she asked “What do you like to do with butter?” and I said “Whip it. Sautee with it. Lick it, just a bit. You?”
She wrote back – “Yes to all of the above, I also love the slow melt of it in my warm mouth.”
And it was on.
We agreed to meet for drinks on a Tuesday night at an English Pub halfway between our respective houses. We sat upstairs and had two rounds and quickly started getting handsy. Eye contact. Smiles. Two sensual, tactile people teasing. Craving.
We agreed to walk to hers. She said she wanted to fool around but not fuck. I said fine. And kissed her. Deeply. She lived about a 15 minute walk away..
We went inside and sat on her couch. She brought me a glass of water and we quickly started where we left off. Kissing. Touching. Teasing. She was wearing a thin dress with a pull zipper in the front. As we escalated she would shudder and pull away. She didn’t want to fuck, she kept saying. But we kept getting closer and closer. I slid my hand under her dress, up her thigh. Her legs parted. Kissing down her neck. Her clavicle. Her ears.
More than once she would walk me to the door to leave and we would end up kissing hard against the wall, then back on the couch…
But, finally, I left. She closed the door and I walked home. Hard. Horny. Aching.
But we’d both left the app open and started texting each other. Dirty delicious decadent texts. Texts of pure lust. Fragrant and fantastic. It was late at this point and we both fell asleep. I masturbated and came so hard I shook.
I woke up early the next morning. Still horny. She was up too. I had some time before work. She was working from home. It took about 30 seconds for her agree for me to come over..
She opened the door in a short robe. Soft and silky and colorful. Her nipples hard, her eyes shining. Glowing. She led me upstairs, her ass twitching as she went up the stairs..
She shimmied out of her robe fell back into her bed. I knelt down and kissed up her thigh, quickly burying my face in her soaking wet pussy. She tasted salty. And sweet. And salty. Warm and pulsing. Aching. Thrusting against my face.
I stood up and unbuckled my jeans. “Fuck me.” she moaned. “Why is it taking so long for you to get your pants off?!” She writhed, touching herself. I finally got the buckle undone, pushed them off in one motion, grabbed a condom out of the back pocket and rolled it on.
And dove in. Missionary first. Her legs wrapped around my back. Then rolling over, she was on top. Her big puffy nipples hard as I pinched them. Grabbing her ass, feeling her slide on my cock. We were perfectly in sync. Moving, taking, wanting, having, craving.. fucking.
I flipped her back over, and we came together as I rubbed her clit. And we collapsed. Sweaty and smiling…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/56jfot/finishing_what_i_started_thanks_tinder_37m_44f
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