Met a gorgeous lady, 41, through Tinder. The instant I saw her profile, I knew we’d match. Her profile was well written and photos were suggestive, but in a sexy, submissive way.
I’m 10 years her younger but she said I captivated and piqued her interest immediately.
Within 12 hours of matching, I was walking up to the door of her home, crop in hand, safeword: “Pineapple.” It was left unlocked, as planned. The home smelled like Christmas – apple cinnamon filled the air.
I walked downstairs to the guest bedroom; Christmas lights were dimly lit around the room and set an astro-esque ambiance. This is where I found Christina – blind folded and wearing a sexy pair of string-back panties; God I’m a sucker for bras and panties in that style. This was all she was wearing, on her knees kneeling in the middle of the bed, facing the door.
She knew I was standing at the door watching her. I watched her chest rise and fall – her anticipation was visible through the trembling of her breath; the degree of which her nipples were on par with a 5 carat diamond.