So I’m officially in the midst of a slutty phase (see post history). Approaching the 1-year anniversary of my separation and 3 months after my divorce.. between work and co-parenting and serving as an adjunct professor, time is short. So.. Tinder.
Weekend before last, Columbus Day, my ex took the kiddo to visit family and I headed south to.. Mexico. Mexico City. An incredible place full of amazing food and art and really wonderful, deeply kind and friendly people. And a veritable paradise where the peso goes forever and Ubers are basically free and… Tinder works.
I had a fair number of matches, but the best was Becky. Perky and friendly. Fair skinned, but dark hair. 32B’s if I had to guess. Slightly provocative photos but nothing outlandish. Her mother was British so her English was perfect.. which was great because my Spanish is non-existent.
I was staying in an AirBnB in hipster Condesa – which was lovely. We had trouble getting our schedules lined up, but kept texting each other increasingly provocative lines. Finally, Sunday night, she caught a cab to the coffee shop near my place. She was wearing a blue button-down shirt, her hair freshly washed, smelling a bit like shampoo and soap and smiles. I was wearing jeans and my new hand-made leather shoes ($100 bucks!) and we looked at each other and smiled.
“Do you want coffee?” I said.
“Not really.” She said.
And she put her arm in mine and we headed back to my place. It was a tiny studio and we started on the couch. Kissing. Talking. Laughing. At the ridiculousness. The slight awkwardness. But the tension melting with each kiss. Lips opening. Hands exploring. Soft moans. Vibrations.
I picked her up and carried her to the bed, dropping her lightly. Watching her bounce. And smile. Kissing up her neck, my thigh between her legs. Feeling her press against me. Lifting up her shirt, sliding mine off at the same time. Skin to skin. Her hard nipples against my slightly hairy chest. It was electric.
Her jeans came off. Just panties. White with a pink bow. I stood and carefully untied my shoes and unbuttoned my pants as she looked up at me and moaned. Touching herself under her panties.
I walked towards her, naked now. She reached for my cock and rubbed it magically with her fingers. Moving to her knees she took me in her mouth from the bed. My fingers in her still-wet hair. Moaning. Fuck. Hands on her tits, her back. She took me, all of me, deeply.
I stepped back and pushed her shoulder playfully. Then dove into bed with her. Kissing her. Kissed her shoulders, her tits, her stomach as I slid my way down. Pulling down her panties – she was completely unshaven. I didn’t care. I dove in. Licking. Tasting. Salty and sweet and delicious.. like I had been craving. She pulled on my hair.
“I want you.” She said.
“Yeah?” I said. So eloquent when horny.
I reached for the condoms and rolled one on. And slid inside. She moaned, grabbed me, pulled me deep. I rolled her over and she rode me hard and fast. Then stopped and held me inside her, working her pussy on my cock. I grabbed her hips and held on for my life.
After a few minutes she wanted to finish. She rolled over and got on her knees. Begged me to fuck her from behind. I obliged. Slowly lining myself up, then plunging in. Grabbing her tits from behind. Taking her. Deep. Hard. Then we both exploded… and collapsed.
We talked and snuggled and talked and fucked and snuggled some more. Walking her out, back to the taxi stand, she smiled and said that while she’d thought “just sex might be weird” I “was really affectionate. Which was nice.”
I’m now in the high desert for a few days… I have a Tinder date from my last trip to LA waiting for me on Friday night… stay tuned!
And let me know if you’d like to play. And would let me write about it. And / or take (anonymous) pictures. ;-)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/581wsx/fun_in_mexico_tinder_works_abroad_37m_35f
If you’re ever in San Diego area ;)