Love Me, Tinderly: A Skeptics Guide To Screwing Around- Part 1 [MF][Public][Mutual Masturbation]

I resisted Tinder for the longest time.. However, after giving in to peer pressure and the crushing realisation that I never meet any men outside of work. I now realise how stupid that was. So, at the urging of a friend or two, here follows a record of- at least what I found to be- some pretty great experiences…

This isn't going to be in any chronological order (sorrynotsorry), but more in an on-demand order. Here goes nothing.

Our tale starts with a second chance, and a drink in the bar near my office. The guy in question, we'll call him Oscar, had accidentally stood me up on Monday and had some pretty big promises to fulfill. Minimal casual conversation, and some gentle verbal abuse, later we decide it's time to hit the road.

We both know what we're in this for, and if inference wasn't enough, there were a string of explicit messages to fall back on. We make the short walk back to his car, stopping for some making out and mutual groping along the way. Waiting for the lift on the bottom floor of the multi-storey car park, Oscar pushed me against the wall. As we made out, his hands explored the front of my wrap dress, pulling it up slightly to rub my pussy over my panties and tights. Now at this point, I'm losing my ability to think straight, between the teasing messages and the teasing I'd been giving myself all afternoon I was about ready to jump the poor guy. Meaning I was less than happy when he pulled away, and made for the stairs instead. A few flights later and we make it to the top level. There's one car parked on the entire floor, and it's his, abandoned as far away from light sources as humanly possible. Pushed against the car door, Oscar's hands returned to my panties, and made short work of getting them down around my knees. By which point, I'm definitely wet and mostly done with the need for any foreplay.

I can feel his cock through his shorts (yes, shorts. It's the UK and September. Go figure), and it's absolutely rock solid. "I just want to bend you over right here". Let me tell you, ladies and gents, it might not be Shakespeare. But damn if I wasn't turned around and waiting to be fucked after hearing that. After trying, but failing to get any real purchase against the side of the car, we moved it to the bonnet. Far more sensible.

Now he'd probably admit with me, that his cock was fairly average in length, but where it really excelled in girth. And bent over the bonnet, every inch of thickness was absolutely exquisite. I was getting wetter with every thrust, and Oscar was making no secret of how much he was enjoying himself. His hands gripping my hips as he pounded away at me, I was making a lot of mess, and a lot more noise. Within minutes he was ready to blow, and asked where he could. Now, having already forgone the condom, and gotten to cum myself, the temptation was just to let him cum in my pussy. However, as much as I enjoy that, I decided it probably wasn't the best plan. Instead I asked Oscar to cum over my ass instead. A few strokes later, and I feel the first load of the evening fall across my butt cheeks. Taking a minute or two to catch our breath, I pulled my panties back up and we made it into the car to find somewhere to continue our evening.

We headed out onto the road, and set off in search of somewhere dark to carry on exploring one another. At which point, Oscar shared his day's shopping with me. A glass dildo. And anyone who knows, or has heard, me. I happen to be a fan of them. A really big fan. So with very little urging, I abandoned as much non-essential clothing as possible. (Side note: If you're a tall-ish person. Don't try and undress in a car. Particularly a small car. I must have looked like a drunk giraffe- I guarantee it). Awkwardness aside, I start to slide the toy into my freshly fucked cunt, loving the feel of the cold glass and the sounds of my wetness. Sounds that only increased as I fucked myself. This thing was damn near perfect, curved to hit my g spot and ridged to make every movement heavenly. It didn't take long to get me moaning loudly, and cumming hard as we drove out to into the countryside. Oscar encouraging me at every whimper, and occaisionally taking a hand off the wheel to rub my clit, take control of the toy, or pinch my nipple through my dress. All my dignity is forgotten and I'm practically spread eagle, absolutely losing my mind as I fuck myself for this (relative) stranger- and probably a fair few other cars on the road..

Eventually I needed a break, and we found a straight and empty enough stretch of motorway for me to return the favour. Oscar's shorts, and underwear, quickly shoved down his thighs, I wasted little time taking as much of his cock in my mouth as the angle would allow. The effusive swearing going on above my head let me know I was doing a pretty good job, and I continued to work his thick dick, coming up for air as little as possible. We started to hit a residential area, and for safety's sake I sat back in my seat whilst we found somewhere to park.

Once we did, I untied my dress (Clever outfit planning. You're welcome), and Oscar's hand found the toy that had I'd been teasing myself with to keep myself wet. A brief hand around my throat and some vigourous thrusting later, I'm moaning and writhing again. My hips were bucking back into the toy involuntarily, and I was making a real mess of his front seat. Coming down from a series of orgasms, and he admonished me gently for not telling him I was a squirter. Although, in my defense, I'd only found out for myself a couple of months earlier after assuming for a long time that I couldn't (a story for another evening). Given that my pussy just soaked his upholstery, I felt it was about time Oscar came again. Thankfully, he was kind enough not to disagree with me and we set about encouraging one another as we worked ourselves closer and closer to the edge. Plenty of swearing and moaning later, he's ready to cum again, and as became a pattern. He asks where I want it. Bearing in mind that we'd spent a few days before, exchanging desires and turn ons, I know this guy likes to mark his territory. So I gladly offer up my face for him to unload on, and lean over into his lap again. Looking up at him, as he stroked a final few times, he landed a couple of streams of cum across my cheek before I bent down and took his cock back in my mouth. Running my tongue around the head to catch any overspill, and stimulate any sensitive spots, I pulled back and swallowed his load. Sitting up so he could take in his handy work across my face, I cleaned off the rest of his load with my fingers, savouring the last of his cum for the evening.

We had to give it a few minutes to regain control of our mental faculties, and to allow the windscreen to de-fog. But our night- somewhat uncharacteristically- ended politely with a kiss and the careful shuffle of a girl getting out of the car without panties. He was nice enough to text me this morning, and tell me his car still smells of sex..

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3n5kcr/love_me_tinderly_a_skeptics_guide_to_screwing