I’ve been enjoying the content on this sub for a few weeks now so I decided to try writing my own erotica. I’ve never done this before, so feedback is appreciated. This story is about my first encounter with the Tinder. Sorry for the length, this is just part 1. If there’s interest, I’ll add more parts of the story.
I pulled into the dimly lit parking lot looking around to try to find some kind of numbers. I hoped I had the right address. I was nervous, so I wanted to make sure I looked great. I checked my makeup in the mirror and adjusted my clothing to really emphasize my cleavage. Not too much though, I wanted to be tastefully seductive. I must have waited there for 10 minutes, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.
“I’m here” I texted him
I took a few more deep breaths and gathered up my makeup from the passenger seat and stuffed it into my purse. I climbed out of the car and waited there. It was dark and a there was a bit of mist in the air, illuminated by the weak light posts across the lot. I saw movement in the corner of my eye and there he was. I couldn’t believe I’d agreed to this. He was walking towards me and there was no chickening out now. He’d seen me and I’d seen him. This was happening.
He was tall, slim, and well-dressed from work. I immediately felt a strange sense of comfort when I saw him in the distance. Nothing about my perception of him told me I was in trouble and needed to flee. I wave of excitement rushed over me. As he walked closer I realized just how attractive he was. But even more surprising was how tall he was. I suddenly realized I’d not actually asked him how tall he was. We’d chatted for a bit on the app but the topic never came up. I’m a tall woman so I’ve always preferred tall men, but this man was mountainous. My heart fluttered. I’ve never met a man so tall. I looked up at him and smiled as he approached me.
“Hello gorgeous”, he said with a smile
“Hey”, I said shyly
“My place is a little hard to find, I hope you got here okay.”
“Mmhmm”, I squeaked before taking a big gulp, trying to find my words. I think any words I could utter at this point would sound trembly.
He led me along a winding path, surrounded by plants, back to his apartment in the corner of the complex. He opened his door for me and I glanced in. Phew. Not a murder dungeon. Not a slop show. No dishes strewn about. I hoped I could rely on my gut that this guy was safe. On the app he had been very respectful and it was really easy to talk to him. I was the one who was pushing things along. Okay, time to cross the threshold. He closed and locked the door behind me.
“Can I take your coat?” He asked as I looked around, trying not to be too obvious that I was judging his living conditions.
“Oh, yes!” I clumsily took off my coat and handed it to him. He draped it over the back of a chair nearby.
I have to admit, I was impressed by his space. He had tasteful, up to date furniture and some matching art on the walls. It was perfectly clean and smelled nice. He even had a dining table and curtains on the windows, something I’d not gotten around to doing for my own apartment. He had really put effort into his living space, which is something I’d not noticed from many of the men I’d dated at this age. I wondered if the rest of his place was as nice.
“Would you like something to drink? I have beer and wine.”
Ladies drink wine, right? “I’ll take some wine, that would be nice.”
“White or red?”
I paused for a moment. I’m a gin girl, I don’t even like wine. What’s the most sophisticated type of wine? Red? I don’t know wine! I panicked a bit and I think he could see my mind running because he cracked a subtle smile as the silence grew longer.
“I’ll have whatever you’re drinking.” I said.
Nailed it, I thought.
He pulled out some wine glasses and opened a bottle of red that he’d started drinking with his dinner earlier. He started telling me about the type of wine and how it complemented his home cooked dinner, but I wasn’t really paying much attention to what he was saying. I was still scanning around the room, taking in as much information as I could.
He walked towards me from the kitchen with the wine glasses in his hands. He looked down at me, smiling, and said “I’m so glad you were able to come tonight.” He handed me a wine glass and gently tucked some of my hair behind my ear. Whoa. I immediately got goose bumps and felt my chest lift as I very quietly gasped a bit. I looked up into his eyes. They were bright, crisp blue, like sapphire. They were gorgeous and piercing in contrast to his jet black hair and fair skin.
“Me too” I said quietly and took a sip of my wine. His hand traced down my arm to the small of my waist, his grip firming a bit above my hip.
“Would you like to sit?” he asked, his head tilting towards the living room couch.
“Mmhmm” I said with a nod.
He led me over to the couch and I snuggled up on the furthest corner away from him. I was still so nervous; I had never done something like this before. I didn’t even know this man 48 hours ago and now I was in his apartment. I’m normally such a cautious person but something about him made me feel safe. He was definitely a gentleman. I also wondered if maybe it was his size. I’d never felt like a small, dainty girl before, even with men at 6’2”. He had large hands and feet too. I noticed how big his hands were when he handed me the wine glass. He made me feel delicate in comparison. He made me feel feminine.
I almost never drink, so after a few sips of wine I was practically drunk. I blurted out
“So, exactly how tall are you?” I couldn’t help but ask. I knew he’d be prepared for this question, though, as I’m sure many people asked him.
“I’m 6 foot 9” he said, his accent becoming more noticeable as he said the word “foot”.
“That’s insane! I’ve never seen anybody as tall as you. You have the hands and feet to match, too.” I said awkwardly, trying not to ask what else of his was equally large. I’d find out soon enough, right?
“I get that question a lot. My parents are also very tall, but not nearly as tall as me. It’s also not as fun as many people think, it causes a lot of problems in my daily life. I have to duck down at doorways and flying on an airplane is a nightmare. I even have to special order my clothes so they are long enough.”
I suddenly realized I had, momentarily, objectified him because of his height. To me, it was a dream come true to feel like a small, dainty woman in his big strong hands. Hearing him talk about all the unexpected disadvantages of being freakishly tall eased my anxiety. He went from being a Portuguese god to a regular guy. As the wine continued to flow, I felt more relaxed. We chatted for an hour or so with increasing flirtation.
I’d been fantasizing about our evening for hours that day as I’d gotten myself ready. To my surprise, the reality was even better than the fantasy. I got the wine giggles and really loosened up. His cheeks flushed from the alcohol and he laughed at all my bad jokes. The more we talked, the more I genuinely liked him. He was a self-taught professional, multi-lingual, a great cook, and well read. Knowing all this was a huge turn on, and I was ready whenever he was.
I felt a strange, primal attraction to this man. I noticed it from the first time he was close to me. Frankly, I don’t think I even needed to go through the motions of pleasant conversation with him. This was the kind of connection where you feel like you know them before they ever speak. The conversation was just foreplay so I could enjoy his accent. If I had met this man in a dark club, I would have fucked him in the bathroom without as much as a hello. At one point, I told him how good he smelled. He said it was his cologne, but I hate cologne and I’d only experienced this kind of primal attraction a handful of times in my life.
During our flirting, we’d touched each other a bit. He caressed my arm and I held his hand, exclaiming about the sheer size of it. He told me he had to wear mittens because gloves don’t have long enough fingers. The imagery of this man wearing mittens made me laugh so hard I snorted, which is something I do when I drunk laugh. I was embarrassed, but he assured me that it was adorable.
I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I’d had probably two glasses of wine at this point and I didn’t want to get things going with a full bladder.
I was pleased to find that his bathroom was as clean as the rest of his place. You could tell he’d cleaned it just for my arrival. As I sat on the toilet, I realized how wet I’d gotten. My panties were soaked and I was starting to get my leggings wet too. I tried drying up some of it with toilet paper but there was only so much I could do. I was surprised I’d gotten so turned on just by being around this man. I knew I was too shy to make the next move so it was up to him. I’d been the pushy one so far and I didn’t want to seem desperate. I pulled up my panties and washed the cum off my hands. I checked my makeup in the mirror, ran my fingers through my long hair, and went back out to the living room.
He was standing there at the end of the hallway, smiling at me as I walked towards him. He had taken our wine glasses into the kitchen and asked if I wanted a refill. I giggled and told him I was okay for now and should probably cool it with the alcohol before I got too drunk. I’m a giggly drunk, and apparently even more cute after a few glasses. I didn’t want to seem trashy, though, so I figured I should stop.
“Sorry If I’m being a bit awkward, I’ve never done this before.” I said as I walked closer to him.
“Really? Never? I’m your first?” he said, surprised.
“Yes sir! I just signed up for the app a few days ago and you’re the first person I’ve talked to.”
“Well, I’m honored to be your first. I hope it’s been a good experience for you so far.”
“Definitely” I said, as I put my hand on his chest and looked down shyly as I bit my lip.
He lifted my chin up until our eyes met, smiled, and kissed me very gently. My whole body felt electric. The sexual tension filled the room. I raised myself onto my tiptoes and kissed him again as he put his hands around my waist. We kissed, long and slow, enjoying each other’s lips. By this point, my whole body was vibrating with excitement. I could feel how wet I was every time my legs moved. I wondered if he was as turned on as I was.
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