[F]35 - The one about the shy Tinder boy who came on my tits in a bar bathroom

So, a while back, I matched with this guy on Tinder, young, like really young. Early 20s, baby-faced, the kind of guy who still gets ID'd for a fucking energy drink. Meanwhile, I'm over here in my 30s, fully aware that I could technically be his… ahem… older fantasy. We chatted for a few days, moved to socials, even met up once, but nothing happened. Why? Because this boy was nervous. Like, couldn't-even-look-me-in-the-eye nervous. Cute, but frustrating.

Then, one night, my phone lights up. It's him. Drunk. Very drunk.

"Hey… I just wanted to say I'm sorry things didn't go well last time. You're really sexy. Like, really sexy. But you kinda scare me."

Oh? Oh.

I smirked, already feeling that little thrill of power. "Scare you? How?"

"I don't know… you're just… a lot. And your tits are fucking insane. I couldn't even look at them without getting hard."

Bingo.

Now, I could've been nice. I could've laughed it off. But where's the fun in that? Instead, I decided to play. "So you like big tits, huh?"

"Fuck yes."

"What would you do with them if you had the chance?"

The hesitation was palpable. I could feel him overthinking through the screen. But then, the alcohol won. "I'd fucking cum all over them."

Well. That escalated quickly.

I didn't even hesitate. "Deal. Meet me at Bar X tomorrow night. I'll let you do it in the bathroom."

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He showed up drunk. Like, Uber-needed drunk. Which, honestly, was probably the only way he'd have the balls to go through with this. I got there first, ordered a drink, and when he walked in, his eyes locked onto me like I was the only person in the room. He was blushing, his fingers twitching at his sides like he didn't know what to do with them.

I didn't waste time. Finished my drink, stood up, and nodded toward the bathroom. He followed without a word.

The second the door locked behind us, his hands were on me. Not on me, exactly, more like hovering, like he was afraid to touch. So I took his wrist and placed his palm right over my tit, squeezing his fingers into me.

"You wanted this, right?"

He nodded, his breath already ragged. I unbuttoned my top just enough to pull my tits out, and his gasp was fucking delicious. He was staring like he'd just been handed the keys to heaven.

I leaned back against the sink, arching my back slightly. "Go on. Touch them."

His hands were shaking when he finally grabbed me, kneading my tits like he'd been dreaming about it for months. And maybe he had. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, and I let out a soft moan just to watch his pupils blow even wider.

"You gonna cum on them like you said?" I murmured.

He didn't answer, just fumbled with his belt, his cock already hard and leaking when he pulled it out. He was thick, flushed red, his hips jerking like he couldn't control himself.

I cupped my tits together, pushing them up toward him. "Do it."

He didn't last. Three strokes, maybe four, and he was groaning, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum shot across my skin. Some landed on my collarbone, some streaked over my nipples, messy, desperate, perfect.

I watched his face the whole time. The way his mouth fell open, the way his thighs tensed, the way his breath hitched when the last drops spilled out.

Then it was over. He tucked himself away, still breathing hard, while I grabbed some paper towels to clean up.

"Thanks," he mumbled, still avoiding my eyes.

I laughed, fixing my top. "Anytime."

We left separately. Never saw him again.

Some guys just need a little push. And some girls just like to watch them fall.