I can’t stop thinking about a man I met on Tinder [FM]

I have just moved into a new city that’s about a 5 hours drive from my hometown. For context I am an Asian Australian 23 [F] and this town I’ve moved to into this week has a mostly Caucasian demographic. As I have always had preference for POC, I decided I’d enjoy one last tinder hook up in my hometown during my final week there. Last Wednesday I went on my first date with a 27 [M], let’s call him Isaac.

On reflection, we didn’t make too much small talk online and went straight to organising a date. We both agreed through text to meet at a new ramen restaurant nearby mine around 5.30. Isaac told me he would go there straight after work and may run a little late. I was keen to meet him. He looked well presented, and overall, a really dapper guy in his profile. He was also a fur parent to a gorgeous ragdoll cat – yes please! I always appreciate meeting a cute pet on top of sex! We worked in the same field and I knew we would have lots to talk about in person. He got there first. A text came through on my phone around 5.30 while I was pottering around at home killing time.

‘Hey :), got here a little earlier than I thought, it’s busy so I’ll wait in line for us’ .

Shit. I’m gonna be late and I don’t wanna make him worry about being stood up. I crammed my feet into ballet flats – I thought about wearing my stiletto’s but had a feeling Isaac would be on the shorter side based on his photos. I hurriedly texted him a quick ‘omw :)’. I had a causal outfit on, a tight fitting crop top paired with a nice wrap skirt that fell past my knees. I felt cute and was ready to woo him!

As I walked over, I saw the line was long to the restaurant. It could only seat a few people as it was a hole in the wall place. I spotted Isaac quickly and gave him a quick wave and a warm smile. He shot back a timid grin. ‘You must be Isaac?!’ I asked. ‘Yeah, great to meet you in person’ he replied. I sidled up to him and we hugged. I felt eyes from other people in the line on us.

‘Yeah we met online, fuck off…’ I thought to myself. I looked over at Isaac and gave him a good proper look down, top to toe. ‘God, he is cute! Oh, he’s on the shorter side and so well dressed!’ I thought. Isaac was in a white button down and stylish well-tailored work pants. He still had his work badge hooked onto a belt loop. He looked divine. Something about a professional outfit that just gets me wet. Men’s bodies look so good in button downs – what is with that! He was a good head shorter than me and while I was certainly aware of it, it didn’t bother me. I am maybe only slightly taller than average and he just happened to be a smaller guy.

We made small talk as we waited in line, I asked about his day, how he found out about the restaurant and so on. I’ve always enjoyed making small talk – my close friends often admit to not enjoying small talk as most are more introverted. I find initial small talk a really great way to assess the general vibes of a person. I could tell he was nervous. He was tripping over his words at times, on edge and a little awkward. I liked that I made him nervous. I felt I had power over the situation. I’ve always been a fairly dominant personality. I know what I like, and I know how to communicate it. In hindsight, I think he was nervous about how I’d feel about our height difference. He now knows I couldn’t give a flying fuck.

We really connected over dinner – exchanging anecdotes about our workplaces. Oh the the horrors of working in healthcare. We made each other laugh, we were both deeply engaged in each others story telling and asking all the right probing questions. ‘Go on, you were saying about…?’ He would encourage me to continue even as I got sidetracked in sharing a tale. ‘Do you enjoy the challenges of leadership? Anything you didn’t expect you’d have to deal with? I wanted to really understand what it was like for him working in his role as he was more senior than me and I have just gotten into the field. He really enjoyed sharing his experiences, I could tell he enjoyed that he knew more than me and was more experienced in our work. We got carried away chatting and our food was getting cold. I felt listened to and knew I could fuck this guy feel safe, heard and have my needs met. I wanted badly to go to his after dinner.

‘Hey… there are still people waiting outside for a table, we probably shouldn’t hog these seats up much longer’. I commented with what I hoped was a suggestive smile. ‘Wanna go back to yours for dessert? Have you got anything sweet or even some wine?’ I suggested. ‘Yeah, you should come meet my cat and we can cuddle’ Isaac keenly responded. He offered to pay for dinner. I firmly declined and we split the bill. He popped his address into google maps on my phone. ‘I drive like a grandma, so don’t rush. You’ll beat me there so drive safe’ I cautioned.

We split ways when walked back to our cars as we parked on different streets. I watched his ass as he walked away from me. ‘yeah, nice.’ I thought to myself as I clambered into my hot car. I pulled up his account again to enjoy his photos before I started the car. I was giddy with the excitement I might just be fucking this lovely guy tonight. I easily found a street park – this was unusual, it felt like the gods were rooting for me to root this guy. I pulled my handbrake and checked my make up in the rear-view mirror. I sparingly applied a bit of lipstick for some color – making sure not to over do it should I kiss him. That lipstick transfer ain’t cute on anybody.

I fished for my phone – ‘Hey, I’ve parked’ I texted. Ian came to meet me out front and walked me up to his unit. I was immediately greeted by a gorgeous white and grey ragdoll cat, gently mewing at us. He cooed at her. I cooed at them both. ‘Well. If the sex is bad, at least I get to hang out with a gorgeous cat’. I thought to myself. Once we decided on some music to hang out to, our conversations resumed without a hitch, I encouraged him to get us some wine, he suggested we toke too. He busied himself with that while we continued to chat.

The wine bottle was corked. I saw him get the waiters friend out – I worked in hospitality for years prior to healthcare. I wanted to assess if he also had a background in it while he opened the bottle. He had no clue what he was doing. I kept my smirk hidden behind my fist while he struggled immensely to open the bottle. He asked me if I knew how and I played dumb and said no just to see him struggle a bit more. It made me feel so cheeky knowing I was making him nervous and he wanted to impress me. I teased him once we both settled back onto the couch, sitting side by side. We sipped around the broken cork in our glasses while we kept chatting – my knee now pressed to his thigh. ‘I want to tease him more,’ I thought. Over the next half hour, I progressively leaned forward until we were speaking fairly quietly to each other – almost a mumble around the music playing around us.

He put his glass down and kissed me. It was a bit rough and too wet – mouths pressing uncomfortably too tight. I pulled back. ‘I like to kiss slowly and softly.’ I instructed gently. I re-positioned myself by straddling him and I kissed him with a gentle pressure and pulling back again. ‘Like this’ I whispered. We continued to make out on the couch while I straddled him. I moaned into this mouth and began to slowly dry hump him. ‘Kiss my neck’ I pleaded. He did as I asked. It sent goosebumps down my side. I hadn’t had sex for a while and I’d been really hungry for another persons touch.

‘Let’s go to the bedroom’ He whispered. I was quick to comply. ‘Hey, did you offer some weed before? I’m down if you are?’ I hesitantly suggested as I clambered off his lap. He did nothing but grin at me in a devilish way and walked across the room to grab his bong. We toked together while chatting a bit more. ‘Come on now’ he stood up, leaned down to peck me and beckoned me to follow him to the bedroom. I chased him into bed, he jumped on and laid down and I climbed in after, straddling him. We continued to make out for a while as I continued to dry hump him. I occasionally moved to kiss and nibble his neck and ears. I loved hearing him moan when I got busy doing that. I could feel his cock getting hard under me through his pants. It was firm, warm and just a wonderful tease under my pussy through our clothes. He wormed me out of my top. I took his off too. We paused for a bit so I could enjoy his full tattoo sleeve on his arm that went over his pec. It was gorgeous black line art illustrations with great shading and well thought out placement. I kissed it in appreciation and we continued our make out session. I challenged him to take off my bra while sill kissing. He couldn’t do it. I teased him and did it for him. He laid me on my back and straddled me. He gave my tits plenty of attention despite them being on the smaller side. Every kiss and suck felt so electric while I was stoned. He kissed his way down my belly and pulled my knickers down.

‘No fair. Let me take your pants off too’ I whined. He began to undo his belt. I stopped him with my hands. ‘Let me undress you so I can enjoy you’ I clarified firmly. I got him undressed and he pushed me back onto the bed. He positioned himself prone on the bed, head between my legs. and went straight for my pussy – tongue first. I gasped then pulled back my hips while tutting at him. ‘No. You need to tease me first. You need to make me want your tongue’ I demanded. ‘Kiss me from my knee to my upper thigh first’ I asked. He did as I asked, making a show of it licking, kissing and nibbling. I was enjoying it lots. He worked his way down to where my thigh met my pussy and swapped to the other knee. It was working me up in all the right ways.

‘Fuck, you’re really turning me on’. I mumbled at him. I suddenly felt very self-conscious I was bossing him around too much. ‘You don’t mind that I am kind of blunt about what I want? I don’t mean to be so abrupt but I guess I just know what I like…’ I wanted some reassurance. He explained to me while he has never had anyone who communicated as much as me, he actually really appreciated it and thought it was hot. I felt validated, grinned at him while he was looking positively filthy smiling at me with his face next to my pussy. I nudged his head down to suggest he get back to work. He kissed his way to my pussy, licking and kissing around but not at my clit to tease me. I interrupted by wedging a pillow under my hips so he could get a better angle for his neck. He ate me out gloriously, messy, wet, and enthusiastic. I love hearing you moan’ Isaac said. ‘I want you to suck my clit’ I begged. He did as I asked. It was heaven. I looked to the right and he had a mirrored wardrobe. OH MY CHRIST. It was a sight. What a great invention – mirrored wardrobes, damnnn. It was filthy seeing myself getting eaten out by a gorgeous man. He looked so good between my legs working hard to please me. He had such a great body and I got to enjoy the whole view with the mirror. ‘That feels so good, you look amazing down there’. I could stay there forever but was starting to crave his cock in my mouth.

‘I want to suck you off please’ I asked gently. He was distracted it seemed. I nudged his head away and demanded he lay down and relax. I straddled him and we made out for a short period of time while I rubbed my wet pussy onto his naked semi. ‘Feel how wet you made me?’ I asked. He whimpered. I couldn’t help but grin. This man was putty. So easy to get a reaction out of him. I worked my way down his body. Nibbling his ears, sucking his ear lobe. Working down his jaw and neck with my mouth. I gently kissed around his tattoo again. ‘Do you like having your nipples played with?’ I asked. ‘I don’t mind but it doesn’t feel different than the rest of my skin around my chest’ He responded. I made a noise of understanding, smiled at him and continued my way down his belly, kissing every now and then. I got comfortable on my knees and kissed and licked where his legs met his groin. I felt his cock twitch next to my face and kept kissing and nibbling at his inner thighs teasing him. I kissed my way around his cock and balls.

‘Do you like having your balls played with, can I kiss and suck on them?’ I asked. ‘Yeah, be gentle’ he whispered back. I got to work, looking up at him every now and then. ‘That feels good’. He moaned. I smiled up at him while continuing. I kissed around his cock for sometime, teasing him. It was half flaccid. I could feel him continuing to fidget above me. It was nervous energy – I could tell. ‘I don’t think I should’ve had the wine’ Isaac said in a nervous tone. I clambered back up to straddle him and kissed him in response. ‘Let’s just cuddle and make out for now’ I suggested. We lay side by side facing each other and made out. It was warm and cozy. I made him feel how wet and hot he made my pussy with his fingers. I was careful to avoid touching his groin for now as I had a feeling he had some performance anxiety which certainly didn’t bother me but I didn’t want him to bring his mind to it.

He generously gave me some attention with his fingers, rubbing my clit just right until I was panting while still kissing me. It felt amazing. He wanted to make me cum, he told me so. I sheepishly explained I have a lot of trouble reaching orgasm. He accepted this and didn’t push further. I was quietly thankful and relieved. He knew what he was doing and I told him so. He grinned at me. I went to reach for his cock tentatively finding it was rock solid. I stopped myself saying aloud how good it felt in my hand, not wanting to put pressure on him. I tugged him off at an awkward ankle while he lent over me and continued to rub my clit. I leant down the edge of the bed to my bag to grab some lube and a condom. As I opened it, he got behind my legs and spread them. As I struggled to put the condom on he got soft. He was getting nervous again and I reassured him. I told him we can do outercourse and asked if he had done it before. I explained how I liked to do it. I made it clear that I don’t care if penetration doesn’t happen as I’m bisexual anyway and enjoy outercourse immensely.

I straddled him and rubbed my pussy up and down his cock ‘hotdogging’ it. He got hard and began to enjoy himself again. I made a show of it. Asking him to look at our reflection, asking him to look me in the eyes through the mirror while I rubbed my wet pussy against his cock. He loved the dirty talk and made sure I knew it.

I laid prone – putting a pillow under my hips and asked him to rub his cock against my arse cheeks. We continued to switch between oral sex and outercourse including thigh fucking. As the night drew on, I began to get sleepy despite being very turned on. I gently suggested he get comfortable on his back. I wanted to see if I could make him cum. I got a good amount of lube on my hands and began to sensually rub his cock, giving it a proper massage. His hard cock looked and felt so good in my hand. Despite being a smaller guy his cock was a great size. I told him I loved how good his cock felt in my hands as I rubbed and massaged him. I began to tug him off rhythmically now, concentrating, determined to make him feel release. He twitched under me, moaning, His cock getting stiffer and stiffer in my hand. ‘Where do you wanna finish? My tits? My mouth?’ I asked. He could barely moan in time, ‘your mouth!’ he whined while he buckled underneath me, a rope of cum already shooting out onto his abdomen before I could get my lips around in time. I felt his cock twitch violently in my hand as I quickly wrapped my lips around his dick and gently sucked the rest of his load up.

He was a sight for sore eyes when I finished cleaning him up with my mouth. Disheveled hair, glazed over blissful expression, sweaty and melting into the bed. I licked the cum up around his abdomen and swallowed while looking up at him. He flopped his head down onto the pillow eyes closed when I finished my show. His cock sticky and flaccid with surrender. Wordlessly, I came up to cuddle him, my head on his chest. ‘Nice.’ I whispered. ‘Nice.’ He whispered back. We melted into each other while listening to a bomb ass playlist and enjoyed the heady high of oxytocin thrumming between our synapses. Lots of light touches, gentle scratches and petting exchanged. A toilet and water break and we went back to cuddling while fighting sleep. I could hear the cat pacing in the room around us.

I regretfully suggested he get up to the turn the lights and music off as we were getting super sleepy but I didn’t want to cuddles to stop. Unbeknownst to me, Isaac had one of those smart devices connected to the lights and speaker and used voice command to do it. I remember laughing in response at the audacity of technology that up until this point I couldn’t see why an abled body person would ever want. Well. I was sold now lmao.

It was the kinda sex that you think about for days afterwards. I spent my entire week having intrusive thoughts of the dirty details during wildly inappropriate times at work, while with my friends and family etc. I’ve since seen Isaac twice more, each time being better than the last. He fucked me so good with his cock when I went to see him last. I prioritised seeing him between all the last minute packing and farewells I had in my final week before the move. It felt absurd to find time to do this when I was inundated with moving stress. But. It was a very welcome and very pleasurable distraction. I am horny now, alone in this new city and thinking of him still…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l5ei6m/i_cant_stop_thinking_about_a_man_i_met_on_tinder