Long time lurker, first time poster to r/gonewildstories. If I’m being completely honest, this is my favorite subreddit, so I thought I should probably stop freeloading and contribute! This story comes from a few months back, but it was a good time. Here is a small window into my life, my personality, and some of the interesting parts of online dating that kind of contextualize this story in my mind. I hope you enjoy!
So fade in: It is August, and I just moved to Orange County in July for a new job as at a small startup company. I’m excited for many reasons, but if I’m being honest, one that was pretty high up there was getting my own room. For months I had been living in my own living room because my best friend (female, lesbian ex-gf, now completely platonic sister from another mister; long story) had needed a place to stay while figuring out her new direction and going back to school, and so at my old place, I had offered her my bedroom since I only had a 1bd. Now, having moved to Orange County into a 2 bedroom (she needed a change, and I didn’t really know anybody in OC, so I invited her to go with), I was pretty jazzed to be in a two bedroom since it would allow me some of the privacy I really needed to…have guests.
Anyhow, by August, I had settled in enough where I at least had the place in decent shape, but I was really looking for some fun since it had been a long time since I had last gotten to play with anyone. I had a couple dating profiles on a couple different sites, but this story is about a woman I met on Tinder.
First, let’s get you familiar with me: I am caucasion, 29 years old, 6’2”, in decent shape (but not tip top thanks to grad school), but overall athletically built. I have thick brown, almost dirty blonde hair that is somewhere between waves and curls depending on its length, almond shaped blue-grey eyes with gold-ringed irises, softer features, and a very short beard following my jaw.
I’m not exactly an authority on the looks of guys, but I’m told I’m handsome in a finer-featured way. Anyhow, there’s probably something to the fact that I tend to attract bi-women; something about the fact that I’m supposedly part masculine and part pretty. With the way I dress and smile as well, I’m told that I have more of a “relationship” look than a one-night stand kind of look, which isn’t unfair since it is historically accurate, even if it doesn’t capture my sexual side.
So one day, I matched with a woman we’ll call Brianna on Tinder. Brianna’s pictures gave the impression of a nice, down to earth woman with a great smile and body. Just from looking at her, I could tell she was black mixed with something, tall, and curvaceous, but not in the euphemistic way. She was curvy in the way I like, athletic with Latina hips. As we began to talk, I learned that she was actually Columbian and had been in the US learning English.
Now for anyone wondering what I was doing right on Tinder to get the match, the answer is that I have no idea. In general, the online dating world makes very little sense to me, and matches seem to be few and far between, which my best friend speculates is because I look too nice in photos, even though I am in no way looking to settle down right now (in fact, I’m very interested in taking a closer look at the BDSM/Poly community).
Anyhow, we chatted politely for a while, and I asked what she was looking for, and she said that she wanted to make friends and improve her English. I told her I could help her with that and that as we talked, if she wanted, I could point out any grammatical mistakes to help her improve. I also asked her what she was looking for, and she said that she had gotten out of a relationship a few months back and that she was more interested in friends more than anything else, which was really fine by me. Soon, we exchanged numbers so that we could text.
As we talked for a few days and got to know one another, I offered to send her back her statements when they were off to show her the correct way, and she seemed to really appreciate the help, although when I did, she would start to apologize, and I would have to tell her to stop because no embarrassment is what we agreed on. I would tease her about this and that, and eventually I started asking her if she had ever hooked up on Tinder. She said she hadn’t, and I asked her if she ever got lonely. She said she did a bit, and I said that it was hard going without sex. She agreed and told me that Columbians were, as she put it, “very hot.” I asked her if that meant that she had a big appetite for sex, and she told me she did, to which I told her that she must be hurting by now then, since it had been months. She told me that she had been very hot and asked about me. I told her it had been a while, and she teased me, and we started talking more and more about what we liked. She was shocked it had been a while for me, but I explained that I just hadn’t had much opportunity, and that I was new to town, and that generally I wasn’t much of a drinker, so bars really weren’t my thing. I told her that maybe we could have some fun together, and we started exchanging pictures. She sent me photos of her body, and I was kind of blown away because I had realized she was curvy and seemed fit, but what I realized from her photos was that she had a really amazing body. She had C cup breasts, a long toned body, and the most amazing ass I had ever seen. It was shapely, big, and all muscle. It wasn’t long before I started to ask her to send more detailed pictures, and she sent me one of herself masturbating in bed.
She asked for a picture of me hard, and so I took one and sent it (although I never put a face in the pics), to which she replied “Englese, you are huge!” which I never really feel is true even though, at the end of the day, I have to use Magnum XL condoms or else it hurts putting them on. She started begging me to come over, and so we arranged to meet up, but she warned me about her situation. She rented a room from a very religious woman, and the house wasn’t too large, so I could come over, but she would have to sneak me in. At this point, I didn’t even care, and in point of fact, this sounded kind of hot with the clandestine aspect, so we arranged to meet up.
When I arrived, I found that she lived in a relatively small house, and there was a dark carport to the side. She met me there, coming out and giving me a hug. She was taller than I expected, about 5’11”, and her body felt muscular, firm, and hot as we hugged hello. I liked that. She led me to the door with a finger to her mouth, and slowly we crept in, her ahead, looking to make sure everyone was asleep. I could see her excitement, a quiet giddiness at how covert we had to be, and how uninhibited, fun, and out of the ordinary it was for her to be bringing a man in to jump. She moved in little motions that were a bit too jerky, betraying her anticipation and excitement in a way that made it look as though the film I was watching was sped up.
She closed the door to her room, turned around, and immediately began to kiss me, no preliminaries. I just walked up close, and she put her arms around my neck, and the rest just started happening. It was nice not having to bend down. I gripped her and crushed her roughly against my body, and all at once, I could feel myself get hard as her breasts flattened against my chest. No lights were on. We were in the darkness broken only by the light coming through the windows from the indirect streetlights outside and from the numbers on her clock. She pulled back, put her hand down on my cock, and started rubbing me through my pants. I slid my tongue over hers and put my hand behind her head and gripped her hair, pulled her head back and bit and sucked on her neck. She gave out a very quiet moan and pulled back, then grabbed my pants. I undid the belt so she could pull them down, and before I knew it, in a dark room with a woman I had only ever texted with, I felt my cock slide into her warm wet mouth, a hand pulling the skin back and squeezing the base of my shaft, feeling her lick my tip with soft sucking, slurping noises. She needed this, and her excitement over what she had found could be felt in the aggressiveness with which she worked my cock.
I took my shirt off, pushed her back and stepped out of my pants, and she began undressing herself. I watched her take all of her clothes off, putting on a condom as I did, and I pulled her by the hand towards her bed, which was a twin (way too small for two adults of our size), and as I looked at it, I realized that we would make too much noise on it, so I took her down to the floor instead, sitting back and placing her on top of me, kissing her and pressing her naked body against me. She sat in my lap, and I ran my hands over her breasts, using my fingertips on her hardened nipples before taking one into my mouth. I could feel her soaking wet against my leg, and the feeling of her muscular, wonderful ass as I ran my hands over her and gripped roughly was amazing. She had the strongest ass I had ever seen on a woman, and running my hands over it was a pleasure. I gripped her fit, firm body hard and pressed her against me. She was making small desperate noises, and she pushed me back and began rubbing her wet lips against my shaft, thrusting her clit along its side, one hand on my chest, the other over a breast, her pace immediately wild and full of need.
I sat back up, pushed her off and onto her back, grabbing a pillow off of the bed and putting it behind her head, and then I spread her long, athletic legs, and put my thumb up and down her slit, flicking over her clit, watching her eyes roll back in her head, animalistic, and listening to her breathing get harder in the dark. Her hands began wandering over the floor, looking for something to grip, until I slid a finger inside of her. They flattened, pressing the ground for a moment before one came up to rub aggressively at her clit. I played my finger on the entrance for a moment, swirling small circles, before pushing in deeper, removing her other hand with the one I had free, and using that one on her clit, stroking her insides and her outside in slow forceful thrusts, my index finger rubbing her G-spot in an upward, beckoning gesture, running the pad of my index finger along the textured roof of her insides, another finger rubbing circles around her clit, sending electricity singing along her vibrating body. She moved as I fingered her, legs shaking slightly, pelvis moving into each deliberate thrust until, just as she was getting the hang of it, I surprised her with another finger, sinking it carefully but quickly deep inside of her and continuing the motion without giving her time to recover, playing her body to my liking.
“You like?” I asked her. “Yessss,” she whispered, the word accented. She was already starting to sweat, her dark body glinting beautifully in the low light. I began to pick up the pace, her breathing getting heavier until I moved my fingers in a sudden circle inside of her, causing her to jerk and gasp. “Oh Englese,” she whispered. A moment later, keeping a medium, steady pace, I felt her body begin to tense, the length of her long legs and torso stiffening, her breath starting to catch and come in gasps, until I felt her breathing release as she came, her pussy clamping on my soaked fingers as Brianna left the room leaving her body behind to sort itself out around my penetration. She rode the waves quietly for about twenty seconds, head turned to the side, eyes closed, panting, trying to stay queit, and as she came down, I put myself over her, kissed the side of her neck, and rubbed my head up and down her clit and opening for just an instant before sinking myself in.
I went slowly at first as she collected herself, but also because I was not sure how much noise I would make drilling her into the floor. Her hands reached up and ran along my lower back with fingernails before wandering again over the course throw rug on which I had placed her (don’t worry, her head was on a pillow). She felt amazing, and I wondered to myself how I had let myself go for so long without play. She felt tight and wonderful, and different, my body almost stopping from slipping all the way in because the muscles of her ass were getting in the way. Gradually, I began to pick up the pace.
I positioned her lower and gradually started slamming down on her clit with each thrust, going faster for a minute, then slowing and making each penetration harder, more deliberate. She was tight, and soaking wet, and wonderful taking me. She began to tense up again, her head to the side, and I kept going, keeping her close, but not quite trying to finish her off again. I slowed down, beginning to drip sweat, and put her feet over my shoulders, then went deep inside of her from another angle. She began to call out quietly “Englese, oh Englese,” and I was beginning to get massive rug burns on my knees until finally, I put her legs down and took a more punishing pace until her breath became ragid, and she was letting out small, involuntary moans. I felt her clench up again, and her whole body started shaking, and she reached around, grabbed my ass, and pulled me inside of her hard, where I ground on her body, moving myself in ecstatic circles inside of her until she was done, then started thrusting at my own pace again, slowly for a moment, feeling my orgasm building inside of this athletic, exotic woman, until I came hard into my condom, pulsing inside of her, drawing out her smile. Everything went hot for half a minute until the echoes of the orgasm faded, and I pulled out and laid down next to her panting.
We played once more that night before I quietly left the house (she didn’t want me to go, but I was never going to get to sleep in that twin), and started driving back.
I had forgotten to renew my registration, and it was the first day of August now, and since it was a Saturday night, a cop pulled me over, probably hoping to get a drunk driver. He looked in, saw a sweaty man, and asked whether I had been drinking and where I had been. I told him I was just leaving a friend’s house to go home and that I hadn’t, and he said my registration had expired. I told him that yes, it expired in August but that I was sorry since I had just moved. It was now 1AM on August 1st, and the cop, realizing that none of this was leading to a strong case for any action, let me go on my way.
Brianna and I played one more time, and she started texting me a lot, begging for my “huge cock,” but ultimately, it became a bit much, and her intensity was just a little bit too turned up to 11 for me, and so I said that perhaps we shouldn’t play any more :-(, but I had a wonderful time with her.
Now I am just looking for new adventures in OC so I can bring it all here to you ;-)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/494cs0/my_first_tinder_hookup_after_moving_to_orange
Way to start your Redditing with a *bang*! **This was hot** — *thanks a lot!*