A Date To Remember
I never used Tinder before that date. I’m not saying I was against it, but, I was able to do pretty well without swiping. If I can get laid after going to the bar, why would I use an online dating app? But after living in the same place for a couple of years, you start to run into your past one-night-stands and hook-ups you want to forget. In other words, I needed some fresh meat.
But I wanted more than that. See, with one-night-stands the sex can get a little vanilla. And I get it. Unless you have that click, you’ll mostly be in missionary or doggy until the end. It was time I expanded my search. I wanted to meet a guy who was going to blow my mind. That’s when I joined the popular dating site, Tinder.
After a couple of swipes, I landed on a particular man who immediately caught my attention. His eyes were bright green, matching his dirty blonde hair. But that wasn’t what sold me on him. What made me swipe right was the “I’m going to eat you up” face he had. Some men just have the “I know how to eat pussy” face and he was one of them. We matched. It wasn’t long before he sent me a message.
“Hey.”
Hey? That’s it? I replied, “Hey what’s up?”
“I’m here just visiting... I leave tomorrow, but I would really like to meet you.”
“Oh okay, cool. I’d like that. Where do you want to meet?”
“I’m staying at the Hilton. They have a nice lounge here if you want to come over.”
“Sure. Wait for me in the lounge at 9.”
“Great. See you soon.”
And just like that, I was getting ready for my first Tinder date. Did I know what his favorite color was or where he went to school? No, but that didn’t matter right now.
I arrived at the Hilton in a tight black mini dress. I walked into the lounge and saw him sitting at a table in the corner with a glass of wine. He looked up at me, smiled and got up from his seat to say hello. I could feel the sexual tension between us already. And the bonus was that he was even better looking in person.
His eyes pierced right through me before I could even catch my breath. When he hugged me, his hands firmly grasped my lower back, his soft lips brushed the side of my cheek. I was already wet. We sat back down, and he ordered me a glass of wine.
“So, you’re traveling for fun? Or..”
“Yeah, basically. I came here with some friends, but they decided to hit the clubs tonight.” The waitress came to the table, placing a glass of red wine in front of me.
I took a sip of wine, “and you didn’t want to go out with them?”
“Not after I saw your picture.”
Pretty smooth line. I blushed, trying not to giggle. “Is that so?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you,” he said, as he took a sip of wine. We looked at each other for a couple of seconds in silence. His eyes were telling me everything I needed to know. And, well, my eyes were giving him permission.
“I would love to see your room,” I smiled. “I bet you have an amazing view of the city.”
“Oh, you’ll love it.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” as I smile devilishly.
We got up from the table in unison. He walked over to me, and took my hand, leading me to his room. I could feel the heat between my legs rising up through my body. He started talking, but I wasn’t listening. My underwear was being squished in between my wet lips, my pussy tingling from horniness.
He opened his hotel room, and I followed him inside. Is this how all Tinder dates go? I thought to myself as the door closed behind me. But that thought quickly ended as he turned around, grabbed my waist and pulled me into him. His lips, soft and wet, were kissing every inch of my neck as one hand passionately squeezed my body. There wasn’t an inch he didn’t cover and I didn’t want him to miss a spot.
He flipped me around and pushed me against the wall, lifting my dress above my waist. Kissing his way down my back, he slowly got on his knees, rubbing, grabbing, and spanking my ass. I could feel the tingling sensation getting stronger, my juice streaming down my inner thighs. His hands slide my underwear down to my ankles.
He grabbed both cheeks as he spread them apart, his mouth dived right in - sucking, licking, and tonguing my asshole. My knees began to tremble, and for a moment, I thought I was going to collapse. He slid two fingers in my wet pussy, slowly going in and from there, I couldn’t control myself. “Holy fuck, you taste so good,” he said with a mouthful of ass. I moaned loudly as he went deeper and deeper inside of me. Oh my god, he’s going to make me cum, I thought.
He stopped eating me and kissed one of my ass cheeks. “Get in the shower,” he said with a mouth dripping from my juices. I quickly took my dress and underwear off and went into the walk-in shower. He took off his shirt, revealing his muscular body. I had seen a decent amount of naked men, but his body was deliciously strong.
I put the water on as he walked into the shower, staring at me like he hadn’t eaten in days. The water flowed down my body, dripping off each curve. He started to kiss my neck, making his way to my breasts. His tongue played with my hard nipples, as his firm hands gently grabbed them. “I want to eat you so bad,” he murmured.
Slowly, he kissed his way down my body, with his mouth landing on my pussy. He licked my lips, before spreading them with his mouth. As his tongue pressed against my clit, I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and felt the water travel down me.
“Oh my god,” I moaned out loud, grabbing onto the slippery shower walls. “Oh my god,” I screamed, my hands searching for support. Without looking, he grabbed my hand, placing it on his head. He continued to eat me savagely, my hands grabbed his hair as my body hunched forward from delight.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I screamed out loud.
In an instant, he stood up, grabbed my legs and lifted me onto him. My back pressed against the cold shower tiles, I felt his hard cock slide into me as I moaned.
“Wait,” I tried to say. “Is this s-s-safe?”
He laughed as he thrusted me hard. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure,” he thrusted again, “you’re well taken care of.”
With his firm arms holding me, I bounced up and down his cock effortlessly. His thrusts slowed down as he then lowered me onto the shower floor. I laid on my back as he knelt down in between my legs.
“I can’t wait to see you cum,” he said. I looked at him, slightly out of breath, “well, then I hope you’ll like it when I squirt.” With big eyes, he smirked. Two fingers slide into my pussy, “I can’t wait,” he said.
His fingers slowly started to move back and forth, then up and down. Picking up speed, I could feel my pussy tightening as my head tilted back. “Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed his fingers moving faster and faster.
“Yessssss!” my pussy started squirting over and over again. “Don’t stop,” I begged. He kept going, as the veins in his arm started showing, my pussy juice continued to flow out onto the shower floor. He let out a moan, his fingers pulling out of me and his mouth diving right in, sucking up my juice.
I jerked my head forward as my body contracted. “I’m going to cum,” I whispered, trying to contain myself. But there was no point now. He had hit the spot. In a second, I grabbed his head, letting out a long moan, my body twitching. He looked up, I could see him smiling. I smiled back in relief, “you better now put that beautiful cock inside of me. I can’t be the only one who cums tonight.”
He pulled my body towards him, lifting my legs up on his shoulders. Sliding his dick inside of me, he closed his eyes, “holy fuck, you’re so wet.” In slight shock, he opened his eyes and stared at me. I could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. His jaw dropped and eyes began to squint.
Oh, he’s going to cum, I thought to myself. With a couple of thrusts, his body tensed as I felt his cock contract inside of me. He slowly collapsed on me, breathing heavily into my neck. “Well,” he said out of breath, “this is probably the best Tinder date I’ve ever had.”
Written By
Natasha Ivanovic
Natasha Ivanovic is an intimacy, dating, and relationship writer best known for her writings on Kiiroo, LovePanky, Post Pravda, and more. She's the creator and author of her short stories on TheLonelySerb. She completed her first degree in Criminology and continued and finished her Masters in Investigative Psychology, but then decided to follow her true passion of writing.
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