Tinder Baited

A divorced man seeking casual sex matches with a woman on Tinder, enjoys a night of drinking and sex at his place.

After a messy divorce I was ready to date again. Nothing serious. I made that clear in my profile as I set it up. This time, I set my range from 21 to 35, just a few years older than me. I took a few selfies groaning that I saw a gray patch on the left side of my hair.

This is going to be hard I thought. When I tried this before many years before, I didn't have any meaningful luck. I was older now, so I had no idea what to expect.

With my profile set up and submitted I started perusing. Cute smile, swiped right. Swiped right. Religious looking for someone to marry, swipe left. Not into short guys, swipe left. I did this until matches were further and further away.

About to put my phone and I get a notification. Match. I look at the profile. Cute girl send a message, "Hi I liked that your favorite drink is Sex on Beach! I like that too, and the drink tastes good to". lol I wasn't sure if that will work.

Another notification. Sexy red dress. Probably a bot. I am writing a message "Check out my site at xxx something .com", never mind. Of course it's a bot.

I get a response. "Funny ha ha ha." Well, at least my opener wasn't completely lost. I checked her profile. I looked more closely at her pictures and recognized one of my favorite restaurants.

"So you like that River Grill place, its one my favorites"

"Yes, its sooo good. I love their nachos"

Straight to the point. "Want to meet there for dinner some time soon?"

"Sure, here's my number"

We texted each other. She was 21 and working a night shift somewhere she didn't say. She asked if I could pick her up for dinner.

I drove to her house, texted that I was outside. She came outside pretty quickly and we left to the River Grill restaurant. We get the nachos and order drinks.

She lives with several roommates and pretty much just goes to concerts, works, and dates. Nothing serious. Perfect. After dinner, based on our conversation I asked if she wanted to go to my place and continue to have drinks.

"I can make a killer Sex on the Beach" she said I would prefer a "Sex on the Couch" instead. Yep. Straight home.

I am not even through the door and she starts kissing me. Once inside she says she never does this on her first and pulls doors my paints, to look at me she says. She gets on her knees and does a thorough looksie. Once satisfied she pushes me down on the couch. My expectation was that she would start sucking me off but no, she positioned her mouth to my cock and just stood there with her mouth open.

I got it. I started thrusting my hips into her mouth and started fucking her. It didn't make for me to cum and I wanted to slow down to last longer but she took over with her hands and gave me a hand job finishing on her face.

She gets up and asks if I had anything to drink. went to the store earlier and resupplied myself with vodka, peach schnapps, orange and cranberry juice and made her sex on the beach and brought her and me one.

We just started talk more and she asked if I had cable. No but I did have Netflix so we turned that on, she found a movie and laid on my lap, drinking. I felt her boobs and she sat up so I could undo her bra. Playing with them, twister her nipples she sat up again and lifted her shirt.

While the movie was playing, some old movie I never watched before, I put my hand in jeans finding her panties and searching for clit. Finding it I played with her but anytime I felt that she was close to cumming she squeezed her legs tight where I couldn't move hand and I felt the moment.

Confused, I asked her why she didn't let me make her cum. She winked at me and took another drink.

"Umm, no I can't drive in this condition, I can call you a taxi or something".

"Its okay."

We continued to drink. I lost count of how many drinks we had. Felt like were going to finish the bottle. She was drinking twice as fast me it felt. It was getting late and she asked if I could take her home.

I eventually got her jeans off and she was wearing a simple red thong. I got up to use the restroom feeling the effects of drink. She wasn't in the couch anymore was in my bed with her ass up and her face down. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, but she didn’t stir when I nudged her shoulder.

I was super confused. Her ass was right there for taking but she seemed to be asleep. A flicker of doubt crossed my mind. Was this some kind of game? A dare?

Now, I normally wouldn't do want I was about to do but based on our conversations from dinner and through the night, I had a suspicion she had some type of rape bait kink. I debated to let her be, play along, or end up doing something I would regret.

Fuck it.

Her back arched against the mattress, a damp heat radiating from where our bodies pressed together. My dick was hard again and I decided to thrust inside her.

She didn’t stir beneath me, not even a twitch.

I slowly pulled out and plunged back in.

Still nothing.

I started to pound her. There was a lot of pent of aggression. Not her vault. This was the first fuck since I was divorced and I just let her have it. I fucked her. I held her ass and went in deep, hard, and fast. I did this over and over again and because I came earlier in the night, and was a little drunk it seemed like I could last forever.

I just fucked her pussy holding her ass. A barely audible murmur escaped her lips, like a sigh caught in the back of her throat. When I checked on her more closely there was nothing. I am sure she was pretending to be asleep.

I continued to fuck her and felt an orgasm begin to build. I forgot to wear a condom, it was never brought up and I didn't even ask her if she was on birth control or anything. In fact, I didn't know much about her.

I buried myself in her, letting out a groan as my release flooded into her. Exhausted, I pulled her down next to me, cum in her pussy. I put my hand around her heck grabbing her left breast with my other hand over hip cupping her pussy, feeling an intimacy I have not felt in a long time and passed out.

I woke late the next morning. Alone. The sheets were rumpled beside me. The only trace she left behind was a single red thong draped over the edge. I looked for phone, found it. I put it on the charger, made some coffee and came back and there was a message.

It was a picture of me passed out and message saying "I knew you where the type of guy that would do ;)" I was about to respond but then got a messaging say I was blocked. I checked her online profile and I was blocked there too. Fuck.