About Wednesday night…
I met T seven days ago, and Wednesday night was our third date. Tonight will be our fourth. You could say it’s going pretty fucking well!
I went over to his place for a movie night. His apartment complex has an electronic gate that requires a code to open it. He gave me the code, I entered it, and then I heard the sound of a phone ringing followed by an unfamiliar male voice. Who was not willing/able to open the gate. Meanwhile, there was a line of cars forming behind me. I frantically texted T, needing his help once again. He came to my rescue and opened the gate.
I had warned him in advance that I was coming slobby. Hair not done, no makeup, wearing a hoodie, shorts, and flip flops. He gave zero fucks, obviously. After he opened the gate, he hopped in my car and kissed me before directing me to an appropriate parking spot.
Once inside, we kissed again, and then I was introduced to his adorable dog. A seventy pound, incredibly goofy pitbull. I was in LOVE. I let T know that I was really just there for the dog, but he could put on a movie if he wanted. He did. We had decided to watch something scary and settled on a terrible-looking film called ‘The Boy’. It honestly didn’t matter what we chose. We weren’t going to be watching it for long anyway.
We got through the first fifteen terrible minutes, snuggled up together on the couch. It was horrifically cute. Hand holding, forehead kisses, the whole bit. We already knew we were going to be leveling up our physical interactions. We had talked about it, and it was a done deal. But, we played it coy regardless. It felt like a standoff. I wondered which of us would be the first to crack.
It was me. I couldn’t take it any more. I hopped up and straddled him, slipped a hand around the back of his head, and kissed him deeply. Let’s do this.
We stayed there making out for a while. I took off my hoodie, revealing some stunning lingerie underneath – which he did not notice at all. He buried his face in my chest while I continued to grind on his lap. It’s been a minute since I dry humped anyone, I’d forgotten how much fun that can be. I asked where the bedroom was, he answered, I suggested he lead the way.
We went upstairs, we did everything but fuck. I knew from the way he kissed that he’d have a talented mouth, but holy shit I did not expect it to be as good as it was. I lost count of my orgasms after about eight or nine. He pinned my hips down and fucking consumed me. Give that man an award. An Amazon gift card. Something.
When we were done, we lay together naked in the dark. We talked, laughed, kissed, touched. We lay there for close to two hours. I inspected all of his tattoos, asked about them, and listened to his stories. Told him stories of my own. He mentioned that he had told his mom about me earlier that day. I replied that I had told mine about him, too.
It got intense. I was feeling some things. So was he. At midnight, he helped me find my clothes and then walked me to my car. We kissed goodbye, and I drove home with a satisfied smile on my face.
Tonight we are going on a short road trip to Arkansas for a concert. We’ll be staying overnight and doing some sightseeing tomorrow before we come home. I’m so excited to spend some more time with him and continue to get to know him. He gives off some excellent vibes. And that mouth.
Thanks, Tinder. This one seems to be a winner.
Fat and Slutty 