Our first Tinder date was a success. We spent the evening talking laughing and drinking across various bars in town, and at 1am she left. She was travelling down south the next day and had to catch a flight. We parted with a kiss and I knew from then on in I had her.
Two weeks later, it’s date number 2. I meet her in a crowded bar and she saunters in, looking amazing in a small, green flowing summer dress and Toms slip-ons. She’s a petite, 5’5” 23 year old brunette, pert tits and voluptuous ass. She has a posh English accent and dark brown eyes, with a hint of filth in her smile.
We start where we left off last time, and the drinks begin to flow. After an hour in the first bar, we left to go somewhere slightly busier. We sit down and she begins to kiss me, I put my hand on her thigh and I feel a sharp intake of breath. I bite her ear and she winces and moans – so I whisper “go to the bathroom and take off your panties, bunch them in a ball and give them to me”. She stands up and disappears.