Accidental creampie from my older Tinder date in Barcelona [MF]

I was 19, freshly broken up with, and looking to forget my heartbreak by vacationing in Spain for a week. I’ve been told I look, dress, and act like Kat Dennings in Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist. I kinda see it, except I’m Latina so have more almond-shaped eyes, am slightly less curvy than her, wear thick cateye glasses, and have shoulder-length wavy brown hair,

Part of my mission on this trip was to have as much sexy fun as possible to forget my ex. I swiped on Tinder and found an insanely good-looking 32 year old man. Diego had slightly tanned skin hidden by a thick layer of stubble facial hair, scruffy dark hair, a good sense of style and a slightly artsy look to him. We exchange some messages throughout the day, and I learn he’s an architect, just broken up with his girlfriend of 5 years, and wants to take me on a ride throughout the city on his motorcycle. Hot, hot, and hot.

While it’s probably not a great idea to get on a motorcycle with a complete stranger in a foreign country, I was 19, reckless, and made sure to share my phone’s location with my friends. We met up in a public plaza, and I was happy to see he was even cuter in person! He greets me with a kiss on both cheeks in true European fashion, and gives me a little hug, his hand grasping my tight waist for just a second too long.

We barely exchange words before I have the helmet on, sit behind him on the motorcycle, my arms wrapped tightly around his torso. I can feel he’s strong underneath his leather jacket. No one tells you how much you have to clench your thighs to balance on a motorcycle, too! We’re weaving through the narrow city streets, the wind brushing against my face. I felt like a princess living my European fantasy, being whisked around by my hot older date who I decide will definitely fuck me later tonight.

We reach a bar and have a couple drinks. We do the mundane Tinder chitchat thing and while Diego speaks English pretty well, the conversation still moves slowly because of the language and accent barrier. We drink til the bar closes and my cheeks are flushed red from the two glasses of sangria I’ve had. He suggests we ride over to another bar, and he helps me put on the helmet, which I’m fumbling with. We lock eyes for a moment, before his gaze moves towards my lips, stained slightly purple and slightly engorged from the alcohol. He leans in and gives me a soft kiss, almost like he’s asking me a question. I answer by kissing back gently and giving his bottom lip a light nibble with my teeth and giggling before hopping onto his motorcycle.

As we ride through the streets, I become acutely aware of the drunken heat radiating throughout my body. My crotch feels like it’s burning against the seat and rubbing against his backside. The sensation of my thighs straddling the motorcycle for balance reminds me of how my muscles always involuntarily clench during sex, and my mind starts to wander. We are definitely fucking as soon as possible.

We approach the bar but see that it’s closed. God bless. We go back to his place, conveniently located just a couple minutes away. We enter his apartment and I suddenly become kind of shy. It’s a really nice, really “adult” apartment. A full wall of books, modern expensive-looking lamps, a nice home speaker system… it’s clear he’s a successful architect and it just reminds me of my young age, filled with shitty college dorm rooms and hostel beds.

**We go sit on the big L-shaped couch**, and a few silent moments go by before he starts apologizing for being so awkward, how he hasn’t been with another woman since him and his girl broke up, how he hasn’t even had a drink with a girl in years. I gently stroke his chest as he talks, shushing him and giving little kisses into his neck so he can relax. He exhales deeply and begins rubbing my thighs, which feel like melted butter after clenching so tightly on the motorcycle rides.

I swing my legs over to straddle him, facing him as we sit up on the couch. He instinctively rests his hands on my sides, running his hands up and down the modest but prominent curve from my waist to my hips. I rub my hands along his prickly jaw and neck, just admiring just how sexy this man is before I lean in to kiss him again. As soon as our lips make contact, it’s like a barrier has been broken, and suddenly it’s like we’re two blood-thirsty animals.

Being the ultimate brat in bed, I keep giving him deep, passionate kisses that end with me grabbing his bottom lip with my teeth and pulling away, playing “hard to get”. This awakens something inside of him and he grabs my face hard, making my swollen lips stick out even more. His hands are so big that his thumb can reach my lips, and he plays with them roughly before sticking his long thumb all the way into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. Like a good girl, I suck with my sexiest bedroom eyes, knowing that my thick sangria-stained lips must look great wrapped around his thumb. He looks fucking hungry, and cock feels fucking hard rubbing against my pussy through his jeans.

In a sudden move, he lifts me by the waist and before I know what’s happening, I’m laying on the floor and my jeans are being torn off. Somehow his clothes come off and I’m left in just a tiny black thong and my tight blue tank top. I reach out and stroke his hard-on through his boxers, and I almost gasp at how thick he feels in my hand. Not only is he thick, but his cock feels SO hard and SO hot, and I want it inside me NOW.

“Please fuck me,” I whimper. He grins and lays down on top of me to make out with me while shuffling out of his boxers. His heavy cock hits my inner thigh with a thump, and I can literally feel the heat from his cock radiating towards the heat from my thong-clad pussy. He hasn’t even touched me down there yet but I know I’m soaking wet just from how hot it feels. Our tongues probe in each other’s mouths and his bare cock moves slowly towards my crotch til I feel it hit my clit through the thin fabric of my thong. He starts thrusting gently, just rubbing the tip along my puffed-out mound. He reaches down to move my thong to the side but I stop him and breathlessly sputter, “we need to use a condom.”

I wrestle my way out from underneath him and grab a condom from my purse. He’s now laying down on the floor, stroking his cock that looks soo good in the moonlight of his apartment, and greedily eyeing my body as I saunter back over to him. I know my tiny cropped tank top and thong shows off my curves just right, and I can only imagine when was the last time he fucked a tight 19 year-old’s body. I get on top of him, straddling him so my crotch grinds into his bare cock. I sit back, letting him enjoy the view, and slowly pop open each button on my top. His eyes widen as I reveal my bare 32DD tits (I dislike wearing a bra most of the time).

I give him a quick kiss before sitting back to wrestle the condom on over the thick red head of his cock, pull my thong to the side, and start rubbing him against my slit. Luckily my pussy was so wet that the rubber barely bothered me, and maybe even helped his girth push inside of me. I’m generally very tight and tend to involuntarily clench even tighter when I’m horny, so it was a struggle to lower myself onto the first inch of him. My mouth was open and my face scrunched up in both pain and pleasure and I close my eyes tightly and slowly, slowly, slowly allow myself to feel more and more of his cock.

After about a minute of easing him inside, I finally feel his full length, and it feels like he’s pressing against every inch of my insides. My body genuinely feels weak, I’m getting light-headed, so I lean down and nuzzle my head into his neck as he kneads my ass. I gently start to grind up and down, keeping his cock deep inside of me and not wanting to let it go. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to stare deep into his eyes.

As I get used to the size of his cock, I start bouncing on more of its full length. His cock suddenly feels SO good inside me, like it’s burning hot pounding against my pussy’s walls. I never want this to end. I’m whimpering and moaning all over his dick as he pulls my hair back harder and harder and it’s feeling sooo good. Finally, he mutters out the only words we’ve uttered since kissing, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Please,” I beg him, “please cum inside me, I want your cum,” I moan, and grind all the way down on his cock, forcing him deep inside me as his cock starts to pulsate and throb harder than I’ve felt any other cock do so. He lets out the sexiest, most guttural moan as my pussy grows warmer and wetter… wait, what?

After a second I come to my senses, realize that that felt *way* too good, and rise up off his cock. Sure enough, he had burst through the condom, leaving just its tattered remains sitting at the ring at the base of his dick. His dick was still red, hard, and slick with my juices. I quickly ran my fingers through my pussy lips and inside me, and sure enough, my insides were coated in thick globs of his white cum. I felt a mix of extreme arousal at the situation (I still hadn’t cum yet) and extreme fear, as I wasn’t on birth control and some internet stranger in Barcelona just shot ropes of his cum inside me.

While I wish I could say I just said “fuck it” and continued fucking raw and getting cummed in all night, the mood was kinda killed, and I’m a pretty sensible person (although maybe it doesn’t seem so from this story, lol) and made him drive me to the nearest 24-hour pharmacy to get a Plan B. Even though it was a terrifying experience, I still look back on the whole evening fondly. After all, I hadn’t been creampied since I was on birth control for a few months a couple years ago, and I got to ride around Barcelona on a hot guy’s motorcycle. I still fantasize about how I was creampied by basically a complete stranger.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bo5a2t/accidental_creampie_from_my_older_tinder_date_in