Two Sex Dates Online

I love hooking up on Tinder with ordinary looking girls, not ugly, just the girl next door types. Of course, they must have fit bodies. I find this out when they tell me the sports or outdoor activities the take part in. Okay, once in a while I hook up older women. They are interesting in a different way.

Plenty of people are now using Tinder as a dating and relationship app. I'm not looking for that. I'm looking for sex and I'm clear, really crystal clear when I communicate with the girls.

I'm blessed with good looks and an athletic body. My buddies find it hard to hook up on Tinder while I have an almost perfect scoring record. So, I guess that proves the girls like me. I'm twenty-six and work in finance in decent sized city in the Mid-West. Wow, that reminds me of the girls I sometimes hook up with from some of the smaller farming communities nearby that are new to the city. They are something else.

Let me tell you about a couple of the Tinder dates I've been on recently. I get hard just thinking about them.

Cindy (who knows if that's her real name):

Cindy is a nice looking twenty-four-year-old. She has long blonde hair and a big friendly smile on her Tinder pic. I find a picture is worth a thousand words as they say. Like I said, I'm looking for the girl-next-door type, not the slutty ones. I avoid girls with a lot of makeup. A bit of eyeliner and some understated lipstick is fine. Blazing red lipstick makes me swipe the profile off the screen and go on to the next one. There is something about the eyes that I can feel. Maybe it is when they are looking down a bit rather than staring straight at the camera. That shows some modesty. In any case, my final judge is my dick. It's like one of those divining rods they use to find water wells for farmers. When I get a chubby looking at a Tinder picture, I contact the girl. Successful? Put it this way, I've drilled a lot of successful wells.

Cindy wouldn't say where she works but she looks like a schoolteacher or bank teller. We had several texts back and forth and she was very forward about getting together with me. Some girls can get a crush on a guy very easily.

Cindy ticked all the feminine checkpoints if you know what I mean. I do this for both our sakes after a few early bad dates. There is one final test that I've found is foolproof. I ask them to wear a dress for our hookup. If they say, "I don't have one." or ask "Why", that ends it. Cindy said the perfect words, "Yes, of course, whatever you say."

We met at the bar I chose. She was very sweet and bubbly. Her summer dress was very colorful with a big flower pattern on it. Her breasts were on the small side but her ass was nice and womanly. She told me she plays volleyball in a rec league. We sat in a booth in the back and chatted over drinks. I like to touch a woman I'm bonding with. First, the hand, then the arm, the shoulder, then a snuggle. She was open for all of it, just loving to be touched.

Finally, I slipped my hand under the table and onto her thigh over her dress. The little tart just sighed and kissed my neck under my ear. I thought what the fuck and felt her crotch over her dress. She just moaned and felt my pecs. I love it when a girl is obviously in heat. Don't you love those nature shows where the female animal gets in season and the males butt horns to mount her. I love that shit. It was time to pay the bill and leave. I told her we would walk along the beach.

We walked along the boardwalk hand in hand. Every once in a while, I would stop and kiss her as I groped her firm ass. Did I mention that she plays in a volleyball women's league? She had a tight muscular ass. She loved the ass play and humped my junk as a clear sign of needing a husky fuck.

I loved the way she didn't outright say, "Fuck me." like a slut but just asked by her actions like a nice girl in heat.

I knew of a small park off the boardwalk with a few picnic tables and nobody around at night. It's one of my favorite fuck spots. She was quite happy to go there to the far end to a secluded table close but not directly under an overhead light. She absolutely knew we were going to fuck without even saying it.

When we got to the picnic table I hugged and kissed her. Then I reached down the back of her dress below the hem and ran my hand up her bare legs to her panty-covered bum. What a sweet, tight, womanly ass she has. I love dresses because they give you such access. Meanwhile she's groping my ass with serious intent.

I have a pet peeve around new horny tarts I hook up with. I like to get nude before they take off anything. It's just so horny to see their reaction. So, I stepped back, took off my shirt, unbuckled my belt, kicked off my shoes and stripped my pants down and off.

"Wow" is all she said with wide eyes as I took off my underwear. My cock is pretty thick and the tip hangs down below my balls.

"Do you want me to take my clothes off?"

"No, just come here and give me a big hug."

We embraced and kissed first gently and then more passionately. Her hands started caressing my chest and my biceps. Did I mention I do a lot of weight training? She kissed my chest and my nipples. I was in pure heaven. Then she gripped my cock and cupped my ball-sack like a woman who knows her way around a cock. I just love it when these girl-next-door-types handle my junk like a pro.

I leaned my ass back against the table for support as she slid down to give me a blow job. She moves her dress so she is kneeling on the grass not the dress. Her head is cock high and she dips her lips to kiss the head of my dick. There is enough overhead light for me to see her pretty, pink lips circle the head. Her mouth was deliciously warm and wet. My dick was filling and I could feel her tongue swirling around the head. This girl knew how to suck cock. When my erection was hard, she looked up at me with awe in her eyes.

"That's right, sweetie, suck that big cock."

She bobbed her head forward and back like a pro. I have epic control and this was going to be a fuckfest. No need for a quick orgasm. I reached down and unzipped the back of her dress. The front loosened, exposing her push-up bra and the tops of her small titties. I pulled one tit out and then the other from the bra. They looked so erotic hanging over the bra. I cupped them and tweaked her diamond hard nipples as she moaned.

"Suck on my balls, love. I want to cum in your tight pussy not your mouth. You'd like that right?"

"Yes, please."

Like an expert she held the shaft of my cock as she licked my balls all over with gusto. What a horny sight and sound in the summer evening air. This girl deserved a good fuck.

I pulled her up, turned her and lifted her up to sit on the table. I laid her back onto the table and stood between her legs that were hanging over the edge. I pulled the hem of her summer dress above her waist, exposing her sweet, pink satin panties. They had a pussy juice stain at the crotch. The little lady got turned on sucking my cock. Gotta love it. I peeled down the panties and off as she lifted her ass to help. Unfortunately, she had a shaved pussy. I had so hoped she had a beaver. They are hard to find.

I'm not much into cunnilingus. I've found my cock satisfies the women pretty much. So, I pulled her hips so they were hanging over the edge and put her heels on my shoulders. I spit on my hand and swirled it on the head of my cock and notched into her pussy.

"Please, slowly, please."

Her pussy was super tight and it was best that I heeded her request. The head felt a lot of resistance until her vagina stretched to accommodate it. It was fun going in super slow as she moaned and sighed her pleasure. What a great sight watching your cock slowly slide into a tight, young pussy.

When I was balls deep and stretching her pussy, she started begging for me to do her. This cute polite girl started swearing like a sailor as I pounded her pussy. I go animal when I fuck with all the animal grunts and passion. I was fucking long and hard until she had a huge orgasm and moaned loud enough that the lights of a nearby house went on. I could feel her vagina spasm and milk my cock as she came. That was too much and I filled her with my cum.

She came equipped with tissues and we cleaned up. Girls are good about that. We walked back in silence to our cars near the restaurant. We both got what we wanted and it was time to part. Hard to say if we will hook up again.

Mariam

Mariam is thirty-eight-year-old mother that is stepping out on her husband for what she says is the first time. I'd like that to be the case, but who knows. I can usually tell by how guilty and secretive a woman is. Miriam, was VERY guilty and secretive. Every time we traded texts, I got a titanium erection just imaging mounting this fresh wife. She even faded out the face in her picture so nobody could recognize her. What I could see was attractive. She even had a picture of her at the beach from the neck down showing her nice body. That alone said she wanted sex.

I recommended my favorite restaurant beside the park but she begged me to meet at a motel. That is not my style. I told her I had to meet a person before the big act. She said okay, and suggested a coffee shop in the morning. That told me she was a stay-at-home mom. Well, I got there and she was in the back facing away from the door with big sunglasses on and very nervous. I thought then that this was likely going to be her first sex out of marriage.

She was exactly my type, meaning she was a reasonably, attractive suburban, normal wife with a fit body and feminine manners. I had worn a t-shirt that shows off my pecs and tight jeans. I could see that she was turned on the moment I sat down. I don't drink caffeine so no need for that.

"Hi, I'm Phil. And you are?"

"If you don't mind, I'd rather not say." She looked around guiltily.

"Okay, no problem." I already knew her Tinder name was Miriam.

"Jeez, you are even hotter than your picture."

"Thanks. Do you mind taking off the shades? Nobody can see you back here except me."

"Of course not, yes."

She made a nervous smile as I checked her out. She had more makeup than my younger girls. That's understandable. But not too much. Her eyes showed a bit of panic when I brazenly eyed her chest. Just for the fuck of it, I licked my lips. I swear she lifted her chest to show off her breasts better. These were all excellent signs.

Very few words were spoken. Her husband was out of town but she wouldn't be able to stay the night because of the kids. She would text me the motel and the room number. I told her to wear a dress. She said the magic words, "Of course."

At the motel;

I parked in front of the ground floor unit and noticed no car in front. She must have taken an Uber so nobody could recognize her car. The unit had a big picture window with curtains drawn and lights on. I could see her shadow on the curtains pacing nervously. I knocked.

She opened the door a crack, saw me and let me in.

"Come in, please come in."

It was a nice room, not a seedy motel. She was dressed in a white lace-over satin dress that must have cost a fortune. It hugged her hips nicely but just showed a small amount of cleavage. Her breasts were a nice size. She is a very classy lady but with ordinary clothes would be like million of other attractive but women-next-door types. After bedding many of these more mature ladies and seeing their lusty fucking and sucking in the bedroom, I go through the world with a smile on my face as I check out the women walking by. They all do it.

I was wearing a tight light blue shirt and Dockers. The room smelled of alcohol and I could see a small bottle and glass over on a side table.

"Would you like I drink?"

"Sorry no. I don't drink alcohol. I'm very conscious of my body. But go ahead."

"I can see you are very healthy." She blushed nicely. "I don't normally drink much but I was a little nervous and all. Like I said, I've never done this before."

"Everything will be fine. Just do what I say. Of course, if I'm doing something you don't like just say so. No means no. Right?"

"Thanks for saying that. You are quite the young gentleman."

I smiled as I thought of pounding my cock into her hot pussy in a very ungentlemanly way later.

"If it's at all possible I would like to go slowly. Can we do some kissing. My husband doesn't do that anymore and I love it."

"Of course, come over here."

I wrapped my arms around her. I could feel her tremble nervously as our lips met. She is tall for a woman and had heels on so our lips were at the same height. The kiss started tender but got progressively hotter. Of course, I groped her lace-covered ass and I loved it when she gave a little squeal of surprise deep in her throat. That's when her tongue searched out mine and I took both ass cheeks in hand. Soon she was groaning as I massaged her glutes and ran a finger up her crack. I stepped back.

"I have a pet peeve where I like to get naked."

Her eyes opened wide as I unbuttoned my shirt, stepped out of my shoes and stripped off my pants and underwear. When my junk came into view she put her hand to her mouth.

"My goodness."

"I hope you don't mind?" Maybe because, I've had so much sex, I don't get hard until the real action happens. Of course, standing in the buff in front of this horny lady made my cock fill thicker as it hung down below my sack. Her face was beet red in embarrassment.

"No, no. That's fine. Whatever you want. Fine." She hesitated. "Do you want me to get undressed?"

"No, let's just kiss like you wanted before."

Embracing again was so much better as I felt the lacy dress against my body and my junk. She put her hands behind my head and pulled my lips to hers as I groped her womanly ass. She was giving me free reign to explore her body and I reached her front and cupped her breast. I could feel her diamond hard nipple even through the dress and bra. I took one of her hands and put it on my naked butt. She broke our kiss.

"Holy shit."

She explored my ass, first with one hand and then two. Did I say I do a lot of weight work to keep my body in top notch condition? The ladies love it. Like so many girls, she started kissing my abs and moaning as her lust built. This lady needed a good fucking. It was obvious. I dipped my hand to her crotch.

"Oh, sweet Jesus."

She lifted one foot off the ground as I dug deep into the lace over her pussy and she gasped as my fingers dipped deep under her mons.

"Oh no, I'm getting so light-headed. Please, I have to sit."

I held her safe as I walked her to the small sofa by the wall.

"That's better. Oh my god, that was too much. Sorry, I'm not used to this. Just give me a moment."

I had my arm around her, and she had her head on my shoulder looking down. At that angle, she could see my cock laying across my thigh. I was checking out her top and the small amount of breast showing. Her knees were together very ladylike, and her hem was conservatively down over her knees. When she kissed my shoulder, I knew our lovefest was back on and I unzipped her dress at the back. I could feel her tense at this and I gently stroked her smooth back to calm her nerves. When she seemed to quiet, I undid her bra. She tensed again a shorter time and raised her lips to mine for a kiss. As we kissed, she stripped one sleeve of her dress off one shoulder and off and then the other, offering her naked breasts for me to hold. I obliged and her breathing picked up as I groped one and then the other. They were larger and less firm than my younger wenches but very nice in their own way. She broke our passionate kiss and moved her hand to my bare thigh.

"May I touch it?"

"Of course."

She ran her palm over my cock and balls tentatively. My trusty dick thickened at the touch. She gave a little sigh of approval as she measured the length and gripped the shaft. Women like my cock. She was kissing my neck submissively as she groped my package.

I have this thing about reaching up a girl's or in this case, a woman's dress. It is so fucking erotic. I love dresses. What a great invention. I walk around seeing women in dresses and skirts and picture the feel of my hand running up their thighs to their pretty panties. No harm done. I'm just a horny, normal man.

Here was a very classy dress over two nice looking legs ready and very willing for me. I put my hand on her knee over the lace material. Another little squeal of surprise came and her knees locked together instinctively.

"Open your legs for me, sweetheart."

After a hesitation, I felt her knees relax and part. I pulled the hem up above her knees and put my hand on the bare skin. I was in no hurry and loved the fact she was in complete anticipation of her pussy getting groped by a stranger. I gave the inside of her knee a slight tap and her legs sprang apart like a tart. Holy shit, was she horny or what. The hem rose enough that I could see the bottom of her white silk panties with a lace trim that matched her dress. This lady is so classy. I could see the ripples in the silk of the panties of her pubic hair under there, and some had spilled out the sides. My heart leapt for joy since it rare to find an unshaven crotch nowadays. I slowly slid my hand up the inside of her thigh as she sighed in anticipation and spread her legs wider. The odor of her female juices was amazing. I could see a wet spot in the crotch. My hand ran over the crotch of her panties, and she let out a big groan of pleasure.

"Oh, sweet Mary."

She started kissing my neck frantically as ran my fingers down the crotch of her panties and to the lips I could feel under. I was intrigued by her bush and dipped my hand inside her panties. It was wonderfully thick and I raked my fingers through the silky soft pubic hair. I loved looking down at her legs spread lewdly and my hand buried deep in her panties. I can still see it now. My hand went further under and as I expected, the lips of her pussy were slick with her juices. She squirmed as I explored her pussy and panted in my ear. I could tell she needed a fuck. My cock was stiffening and she gripped the shaft like she knew what she was doing. I love mature women that have done lot of sex. I love talking dirty to them.

"Your pussy is so wet. I think you like me doing this."

"Oh yes, it feels delicious."

This was such a proper lady that I thought I might probe at her sexual history for fun.

"You stroke my cock like know how to handle one. I bet you were a naughty girl before you met your husband." There was a big hesitation. "Go ahead. I won't tell anyone. What naughty things did you do?"

"Well, you are right, I did a lot of things before I met my husband. I wanted to be a virgin but I did everything else."

"Tell me. Like what?"

"At first it was just me and a boy feeling each other. I loved stroking their erections and especially like to pull their pants way down to hold their ball-sack. That is so naughty. One time, my best girlfriend and I were squeezed into the back seat of a jeep with two brothers and giving them hand jobs. Both of them were feeling my breasts as I did one guy. It was incredibly sexy. The boys were experienced enough to give us fantastic orgasms after we got them off. Oh my god, I have never told anybody about that."

"Don't worry, everybody has stories like that."

"I'm sure. Life was so carefree and juicy back then. I've missed it."

"Well with Tinder, all things are possible." I slid her panties down and off as she lifted her ass to help. She had a gloriously thick beaver.

"I thought about shaving my pubic hair. I know that's the way now but my husband wants it this way."

"It's perfect. Leave it like that. You have a beautiful pussy."

I ran my hand over the hair covered lips of her sex as she kissed my shoulder and cupped my balls.