Bumble isn’t a dating app I spend too much time on. I’ll get matches there a fair amount but most of the time the girl lets it expire. Every once in a while though I’ll chat with someone and it actually goes somewhere, this is one of those times.
It was summer here in Chicago and the mood was… incredibly horny. Though I suppose the mood is incredibly horny for me more often than not… either way. I had matched with Sarah and we had light conversation. She lived close enough that I suggested we just meet for drinks on the river. I don’t really remember her profile (this was a few years ago) and there may not have been much to read. Sarah was a dirty blonde haired, fair skinned girl; B-cups, and what looked to be long legs from her photos.
She beat me to the bar on the river, and as I’m walking up I see she’s sitting, wearing a cute jean skirt and tank top. I don’t think I held a poker face though when she stood, because she was easily 6’1” (I’m 5’9”). I’ve certainly dated girls taller than me, but it’s still a tiny shock when I’m not expecting it. I absolutely hadn’t looked at her height (that’s just not something I bother with, if I’m attracted, I’m attracted).
I immediately brought it up- the fact that I hadn’t done the height check, did she? Does it matter? She was probably chiller than me about it. So we grab drinks, sit and chat. The date was nice enough but I think both of us agreed there wasn’t a ton of chemistry. She also mentioned how she wasn’t really looking for anything serious, so it was a generally relaxed vibe. At this point in my life, I try to broach sexuality or being kinky/sex-positive on all my dates because if a person isn’t there or close, it’s a huge let down for me. Sarah was curious, but not excited and gave no signs of being turned on or fascinated when I mentioned being kinky, or how I approached sexuality. She gave some casual nods in agreement and nothing more so I didn’t dive too deeply into the subject. Enough to see if she would be a hard no.
With the sun setting, we both sort of felt it was time to move on and probably end the date. I offered to walk with her a ways until it was time for me to left-turn my way home, she said that’d be nice. It was on this walk when she revealed her previously hidden curiosity. She began to ask me what my biggest kinks were- what turned me on. And when I got to public play as a turn on I noticed a sly smile manifest on her face.
“I’m not wearing any panties.” She half-casually said as we walked. There were people around, close enough, who could probably hear if they were paying attention and not engaged in their own conversation.
“Oh?” I stupidly replied, processing this 6’1”, long legged, jean skirt clad girl had nothing between her pussy and the street. My cock immediately began to grow. “Is this normal procedure for you on a first date?”
“Mhmm. I enjoy the freedom, the feeling.”
“Ever play in public?” We passed an alley that I tried to quickly assess whether or not we’d be able to fuck in with reasonable privacy.
“Actually no.”
Now, dear reader, the thing about Chicago is, it’s one of *the* **most** surveilled cities in the world. That means CCTV cameras, and nowadays, cloud-based security cameras all over the place. My mind is racing…
“Would you like to try?” I try to say as smoothly as I can.
“Sure…”
I asked her where she lives and based on that I knew of a place we could go…
It wasn’t long before we entered the lobby of the parking garage (yes, a parking garage). We stepped into the elevator and I immediately assessed if there was a camera in it; unfortunately there was. I picked a floor high enough that I thought no one would bother at this hour (it was only (9:30 or 10 at night). The elevator’s climb felt like an eternity.
Finally, we arrived, exited the elevator and, at this point I’m leading her by her hand, find a recessed corner behind a pillar and a dusty covered car. I was smart (or lucky) enough to be on a ramp going down, which meant any car passing wouldn’t see us unless they looked behind them after they passed.
Feeling safe, I wasted no time and immediately grabbed her by the roots of her hair and brought her down to kiss me. It took a second for my ego to transform the humorous image of me dragging this tall girl down to kiss me into a sexy, dominant image of me dragging this tall girl down to kiss me. There’s something erotic about disregarding what society usually views as an advantage. For kissing, I like a lot of tongue and she picked up on that and responded to it quite nicely. I broke our kiss and decide to just pedal to the metal.
“Are you going to be a good slut for me?” She nods with lust-filled eyes, then kisses me again. While she’s giving me her tongue I release her hair and pull the back of her skirt up. She wasn’t lying, no panties whatsoever. I slap her ass and my cock is now throbbing.
The sound of a car somewhere in the garage spooks us slightly and I pull her skirt down in preparation for what we both believe will be a car coming- but it never shows. I’m feeling even more emboldened by her obedient nature so I push her, grabbing her arms and positioning them so her hands are against the wall and she’s sticking her ass out. I run my hands up her thighs till I find her pussy under her skirt. It’s nice and bare, and seemingly getting wetter and wetter.
“Good girl” I tease, as she starts to grind her clit on my fingers. Finally, I’m able to do what I really want, which is expose this slut in public and leave her like that for as long as I desire. My hand departs her clit and she lets out a small whine as I grab her skirt with both hands and lift it up past her hips and to her waist. I have to bite my lip as I see her shake her ass at me, and my cock feels like it’s going to rip itself free from my jeans.
I squat down, place a hand on each of her cheeks and spread her holes open, going from her clit to her asshole with my tongue. She lets out a moan that’s a mix of shocked and longing. The moan quickly transforms into pure pleasure as I start to eat her ass in that public parking garage. There is something that drives me absolutely wild about girls exposed in public, and especially this one. This taller girl who is being so obedient…
With a spank to her ass that echos in the garage more than I would’ve thought, I stand up and push down on her hips. If she didn’t take that as a hint of what was to come next, the sound of my fly-zipper coming undone must have. We didn’t talk about condoms, or birth control. I just took the head of my cock and rubbed it on her clit. Her cunt was drooling…
This is one of my favorite things to do, test the resolve. I know how risky this is, for both of us. Is she on birth control? Is she sexually healthy? I, of course, know I am but she’s trusting me just like I am her… or maybe neither of us cares in that moment… watching a girl who is suppose to be the responsible one, the reasonable, cool headed, clear-brained gender succumb to wanting raw cock from a relative stranger is just as hot as having her holes exposed in public…
So I test her a bit more, rubbing my cock up and down, parting her pussy lips, taking the head to her asshole and back. She’s grinding her hips now, and when I get to the base of her lips, she’s pushing just-slightly back against me.
“You want this raw fucking dick, fuck toy?”
She nods in response.
I spank her ass and again the echo of it in the garage makes me aware I should really be listening for cars or footsteps.
“Say it.”
“I want that raw fucking dick.”
I take my cock and barely push it inside her, just enough so that she’s spread slightly open.
“Fuck.” She says.
I give her a bit more and it’s too much for her. She pushes herself back against my dick, taking all 7 inches inside of her, and letting out a deep, guttural moan.
Now I would love to tell you we fucked for hours, but after what felt like the quickest 30 seconds of my life, we heard the chime of the not-too-far-away elevator. I would love to tell you I put my hand over her mouth and kept fucking to see if foot steps were coming our way, or that she silently kept fucking me like a confident slut but… I can’t. The sound spooked us so hard I pulled out and she stood and fixed her skirt faster than I bet either of us had in our entire lives.
A few beats later and a car *did* finally pass, and that drove a stake through the mood. We looked at each other, suddenly sober, smiled and agreed we’d meet and fuck again like this, albeit in a slightly more controllable environment…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ves2i1/my_2019_bumble_date_ends_on_the_6th_story_of_a