[M]y success[F]ul Tinder Match

*Author’s Note: Here’s Part 1 of 2 of an old story. Enjoy, and as always DMmeYOURpussies!*

**- Heather and I: Part 1 -**

Years ago, having recently come out the other side of a long and complicated breakup, I was ready to get back on the proverbial horse. I entered said relationship before Tinder was a thing, but boy was it in full swing by the time I was ready to date again. I was in my late 20s and not trying to find true love. I wanted to date but I was also not the type of guy that was just looking to match then smash for an evening. I created my profile as such and had minimal early success in matches that I wanted to actually meet in person. Over the next month or so I had a few dates that were awkward and it was painfully clear there was no sexual chemistry. That was until I matched with Heather.

Upon opening the app after receiving the “You have a Match!” notification, I was immediately excited to meet Heather in person. I remembered swiping right on her profile. She was in her early 20s, Filipina, and very petite. I’m tall, 6’3”, slender but with strong broad shoulders, brown hair and hazel eyes. I’m from the Midwest and always dated Midwest women, that is to say tall, blond, white women. I had always fantasized about fucking an Asian women (honestly I fantasized about fucking all races and ethnicities. Still do). I was dying for Heather to be that women as soon as I swiped right.

The gods be good she responded quickly to my initial text. We had an easy-going, flirty text exchange over the next couple days before she agreed to meet me for a drink that Friday night. I wasn’t getting my hopes up too much as I had had flirty text exchanges with previous matches only to have major disappoints come face-to-face dates. But during that week I did allow myself to mentally go through the play-by-play of fucking her in a way I hadn’t with any of my other matches. Needless to say, come Friday night I was praying the night went well and I had to keep telling myself *temper your expectations.*

I made sure to arrive at the bar early so I could find a good corner booth so we could be intimate. Not intimate in like give each other handjobs under the table kind of way, but I sure as hell didn’t want to eliminate that possibility. I got a beer from the bar, some heavy IPA. I hate IPAs but I was nervous and wanted to trick myself into thinking I was adept at this Tinder thing. I found a quiet booth in the corner and focused my thoughts away from the fantasy play-by-play fucking I did all week. Heather strode in through the entrance and we locked eyes immediately. She gave me a nice smile with her eyes and lips, and blood immediately rushed to my dick. *Keep it together you fucking idiot*, I told myself with the full understanding that it had been months since I’d fucked anyone. She walked over to the booth as I got up, not knowing if I should hold out my hand or go for a hug. Thankfully, she opened her arms and we embraced tightly. She wasn’t stiff or awkward and she pressed herself up against my chest. *OK, good sign*, I thought, then asked what she was drinking.

“Whatever you’re having works for me,” she said through her smile. I went to the bar to get her beer and took a few deep breaths. *Temper your expectations.* When she walked in I was so enamored by her beautiful smile and straight black shoulder-length hair (that was just the right kind of messy) that I didn’t even look at her body. Walking back from the bar she was standing, taking off her jacket, and I admired how petite she was in her worn tee-shirt with a black bra visible through the white cotton, and tight-fitting jeans that hugged her small perky ass just right. She wasn’t wearing any makeup except black eyeliner which accentuated her coal-black irises. To me the outfit and eyeliner was saying, I know I’m hot, but you gotta play it right to see how hot I really am. *Another good sign, but don’t fuck this up. You need to see how hot she really is*, I reprimanded myself. So, I did just that, played it cool that is. I was confident, inquisitive, laughed at her jokes. She played with her hair, and gave me the *I wanna fuck eyes.* By the time we each finished our second drink I allowed myself to think with my dick and said, “You wanna get outta here?”

To my chagrin, she said those dreaded words, “I have to work early.”

*Oh you fucking idiot! You played it cool, thought you read all the signs right, then you let the blood rush to your cock. You blew it!* was racing through my head.

When I thought all hope was lost she said, “I’m free tomorrow night though” with a smirk on her face. We left the bar, made plans to have dinner the next night, then she gave me a tight embrace and a kiss on the cheek, and we went our respective ways.

Needless to say, after a long sex drought and meeting Heather in person, I had to relieve myself once I got home. Post-ejaculation clarity hit me though, and I was questioning if I had read the situation wrong. *Was she really attracted to me, or just enjoyed the conversation over beers? Why didn’t she wanna kiss goodnight? Was she looking for a relationship? Is that why she was playing it slow?* She definitely could be relationship material. She was smart, quick-witted, funny, and gorgeous. But I was not looking for, nor ready for anything serious, hence my reluctance to initiate a goodnight kiss. *Fucking idiot!*

The following day, over texts we agreed to have dinner. I was excited, yet cautiously pessimistic, and the day inched along. The hour was soon approaching when she texted. All my confusion from the night before was quickly erased when I read, “How about we skip dinner and I just come to your place?”

“That sounds perfect!” I replied.

She quickly answered with, “Yes! See you in an hour.” *One hour, shit my place is a mess.* Before dates that had the possibility of sex I usually rub one out in an attempt to last longer if the date went well. No time for that though as I had to clean up my disgusting bachelor pad that hadn’t seen a good cleaning since before the breakup.

Apartment clean (enough), I answered the door and she was wearing a loose-fitting tee-shirt and sweatpants. *Hmm, interesting*, I thought, but I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had small breasts and her nipples were hard, making little dots poking through the shirt. It was a brisk evening, but I was hoping it wasn’t only the cold that excited her.

She noticed me ogling her, and said, “Sorry for the clothes, I’m a nanny, my work clothes were covered in kid germs, and this was the only change I had in my car.”

*Here’s your chance to clarify exactly where this evening is gonna go.* Making the split second decision I said, “I wasn’t looking at the clothes,” then moved my eyes to her pointy nipples.

She looked down and understood, lifted her head and stone-faced said, “Where’s your bedroom?”

We rushed to my bed and she climbed on top of me while we ferociously made out. Tongues circling, lips biting, and heat building. I pulled away to breath, but more so to kiss her neck. She gave a soft little moan, then said, “Is this what you wanted to see,” as she pulled her shirt over her head.

“All week,” I exclaimed as I gazed at her plump, A-cup tits with nickel-sized dark nipples. She giggled and I didn’t hesitate to take one in each hand, going back and forth sucking on each nipple. They were perfect in every way, especially how different they were from my ex’s big tits with large skin-colored nipples. My cock was fully hard as she was grinding on top of me. Even through my pants and her sweatpants I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I flipped her over, stood next to the bed as she rubbed her tits, and I took off her sweatpants. Expecting to find panties underneath, there were none.

She had this look on her face, part seductive but also sheepish. She gave a giggle and admitted, “I lied, I put on these clothes so there was no wasted time.”

I smiled from ear to ear, said “Mission accomplished,” then took in the full beauty of her as she spread her legs. She was shaved everywhere except a small triangle of closely cropped black hair above her clit. As she spread her legs her labia opened to reveal gorgeous little pink pussy lips with a hint of dark coloring along the rims. Just another ways she was perfectly different from all my other lovers.

I must have been drinking it all in a little too long, cuz she said, “Well?”

Without delay I buried my face in-between her legs. She was already wet, more wet than how much I was salivating to taste her. She laid back quickly after realizing how serious my cunnilingus skills are. I drank up her pussy, licking long strokes up and down, making small quick circle over her clit, sticking my tongue as deep inside her as it would go. As I did I pushed her thighs back so I could open her up as much as possible. I then inserted my middle finger into her dripping wet pussy, slowing going in and out. Then added a second finger, hooked my fingers and vigorously massaged her g-spot. All the while sucking and nibbling her clit. *Maybe she didn’t rub one out either* because it didn’t take long for her to moan continuously, firmly grasp my hair, and begin shaking all over. Her legs locked my head as she came hard, pussy juice dripping down my fingers onto the bed.

From between her thighs I looked up at her. With an orgasm glaze over her eyes she mumbled, “No one has ever made me cum like that.”

At that point I stood up, still fully dressed while she was completely naked on the bed, flushed red, legs spread wide with pussy juice dripping down between her ass cheeks. Clarity coming back into her eyes she said, “Take off your fucking clothes.”

Within a second I stripped. I was still rock hard; giving her oral pleasure did nothing to weaken my throbbing hard on. She knelt on the bed and pulled me onto it, and with no hesitation began sucking me from tip to balls. I was so fucking revved up and with no premeditated wank session I was ready to cum within 30 seconds. I wanted more than anything to fuck her tight pussy, so without saying anything I gently pulled her head up and began kissing her. I said I had a condom and she said yes with a heavy breath while her eyes exclaimed, *Fuck yes!*

As I sat on the edge of the bed putting on the condom she lay beside me watching while rubbing her clit. I climbed on top and teased the tip of my cock up and down her pussy from clit to hole. She wasn’t having much of that and grabbed my ass, pulling me forward and into her. All my fantasizing about how tight her little pussy must be exploded in actuality as I slowly sank my entire cock inside her with one smooth motion. She pushed her head back, eyes tightly closed in ecstasy as I continued long strokes; fully in to where our hipbones were touching, to almost fully out with just my cockhead inside.

At this point I wish I could say I successfully repressed my orgasm and made her cum several more times while doing numerous positions, but this is not a porno. I am only human. It was only few minute of slow in-out, before I pumped her harder and faster. It had taken all my focus to last this long and I groaned those wonderful words, “I’m gonna cum.”

Next came those supremely better words, “Cum inside me.”

I didn’t wait for further instructions as I gave one more powerful thrust and exhaled in triumph.

Spent, I relaxed my body on top of hers. Sweaty, breathing heavy in unison, I pleasured in the feeling of her small tits, nipples still hard, pressed against my chest. We laid like that for a few magical minutes before she quietly repeated, “No one has ever made me cum like that.” I lifted my head, looked into her dark eyes, and just smiled.

We cleaned ourselves and crawled beneath the sheets as the brisk night air was seeping into my drafty apartment. Laying in the bed with her head on my chest I said, “Sorry I didn’t last long. You had me edging since the moment I opened the door.”

She laughed and said “After you made me cum all I wanted was for you to fuck me hard and fast.” *Thank god for that* I thought.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tw7efr/my_successful_tinder_match