Quick [f]uck in the [m]isle of the day.

I was on a tinder date at a coffee shop today. It was not great. He was nice but I didn’t feel the spark and the conversation was awkward.

He went to the bathroom so I decided to reset the area on tinder to only show me people who were super close. About 5 swipes in I come across *Kyle (I had it in my mind that this was his name for some reason. It wasn’t.)

He’s fucking hot and buff. Super muscled, nice face, 24 which is almost ten years younger than I am.

We match. I send a message. Basically saying hi or whatever. I’m basic. He replies that he’s working from home and will be done in 15 minutes. Do I want to come over?

I say yes. Truthfully I have met people randomly on tinder but I usually talk on the phone or text them for a period of time and establish rules and whatnot.

This time I did not. He’s actually super close so I just exit my date and park a couple blocks away. I start to have second thoughts in my car. I told him I was there but I’m about to bail. He calls me via Snapchat. I answer and start to panic. “I am chickening out!!!” I practically yell.

“Okay I do understand, but I am nice and we should at least say hi. You don’t have to come up. I will meet you outside.”

His pics make him look like a douche bag but his voice and calm demeanor was reassuring.

I walk to the front of the building. He’s even hotter in person. He gives me a big hug. “Is this better?” He asks. We stay in the embrace and talk about anxiety. He pulls away ever so slightly and kisses me. He’s super sweet.

He takes me upstairs and I put my purse down. He pulls my tank top off me and tells me he likes my pierced nipples. He’s feeling me up and suddenly picks me up and takes me to his bedroom. I’m still really nervous. He throws me on the bed and starts to undo my shorts. They are belted and tied into a bow in front. “This feels like Christmas morning,” he says, undoing the bow.

I laugh and my nervousness turns to lust as I take his pants off him, revealing what I call a Goldilocks cock. It’s not too big, not too small. It’s just right. Nice and thick. I immediately put him in my mouth. I’m pretty good down there so hearing his shocked moans makes me super horny. I am sucking and gagging and I feel his fingers slip into my panties. I’m shocked a guy so young is so good at touching me. He figures out pretty damn fast how to make me cum. He pushes my head down so I’m gagging as I climax.

He gets between my legs, slips a condom on, and enters me forcefully. He’s girthy, so it’s not easy to adjust. “Be as rough as you want.” I tell him. He starts by pulling out and putting himself baxk in. This time even harder. He puts my legs on his shoulders and starts pounding me with so much force I almost can’t handle it. He’s big and strong as hell. Every thrust feels like I’m being taken to the brink of something. I’m pretty much loving it though.

He flips me over and pulls me up onto my knees. He tears my legs apart making me spread them as wide as I can. I try to brace myself but there’s no preparation for how hard he’s about to fuck me. He grabs my hair and starts fucking me harder than I’ve been fucked in years. I’ve been too shy to ask or guys usually can’t last that long going that hard but this guy is fucking me into oblivion. I’m cumming so hard and it just does not stop. All told I get off 3 or 4 times which is saying something considering I have never been with this guy before and I don’t even know his name.

He pulls out and before I even have a moment to think I’m being pulled out of the bed. He pushes me p against his dresser
and enters me from behind. He grabs my hair so I am watching him fuck me in the mirror. I cum again and almost lose balance. He’s strong enough to hold me up and keep pounding me. I can feel him come. He goes to the bathroom and I quickly get dressed, grab my purse and run out the front door yelling “thanks!”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ns7f5w/quick_fuck_in_the_misle_of_the_day