Chapter 2: Tinder

2 years ago in Frankfurt

He was lonely in Frankfurt at first. The highlight of his social life was going out for a drink with his coworkers on occasion. He went out to cafés alone several times, but he didn’t have much fun.

One day, when he tidied up the apartment, he caught a glimpse of his pendant in the drawer which reminded him of Josip’s words to look for his biological parents.

He checked the Internet and called various numbers. Every search came up empty because the orphanage where he had been had long ago closed. He was able to contact a few former employees but all they told him was that at that time, many children were placed in churches and monasteries, and when these ran out of space, they would bring the children to the orphanage. Many children were born or entered Germany illegally. He couldn’t do anything alone, so he contacted a detective who specializes in such cases. He even launched an investigation, but Armin ultimately lost his will, and the search ended.

As far as work was concerned, he was satisfied with the way things were going for him--except his social life. He decided to create a profile on a dating site since he realized it was a much faster and more efficient way to meet a girl than to waste time in nightclubs. He decided on Tinder.

Armin was a handsome guy. The effects of years of consistent workouts were obvious on his body. Every man and woman would envy and crave his sun-kissed smooth skin and young, muscular body. Despite his stunning appearance, slightly longer, lighter hair, and blue eyes, Armin possessed “that something”. Nobody could be unimpressed by his appearance and his voice. Armin was simply gorgeous, both sexually and in general. Everyone felt at ease around him, whether it was women’s or men’s companionship.

His profile was likely to draw the attention of many girls, although he was apprehensive about this method of getting to know each other. He believed such services are primarily for older people or those younger than him who are not sociable and cannot find a partner.

Nevertheless, he set up a profile, pulled a few photos from his Instagram account, and started browsing the profiles of girls. He was pleasantly surprised. He liked practically every girl given, and he simply clicked likes as long as the system permitted. He hadn’t sent anyone a message; he was only wandering around when he received a notification that someone had liked his profile. Barbara, a lovely blonde from Willingen, was 29 years old. She had numerous photos on her profile: images from Paris, London, New York, and many other cities. Armin was puzzled why such a gorgeous girl who travels the world was looking for someone on Tinder. When he examined the rest of the photographs, he understood she was a flight attendant at Lufthansa. He laughed and started humming an old hit song: “Barbara is a stewardess...”

He chose to send Barbara a message. He simply keyed, “Hey.”

The answer came quickly: “Hey sweetie, are you in Frankfurt?”

“Yes, but what is such a beautiful girl doing on Tinder?”

“Very funny. Well, I’m a flight attendant; I’m more in the air than on the ground...”

“Well, yes, it makes sense.”

“Well yes, now I’ve been shifted to continental flights; we arrive late in the evening in Frankfurt or wherever, and I sleep in the hotel before returning in the morning. When I have a day off, I travel home to Willingen and so on ... Since I’m here twice a week, I’d want to be able to have coffee with a regular person, because I don’t want to spend the entire night in a room with a colleague.”

Barbara’s words held water and made sense. They soon arranged to meet on Monday evening.

Barbara sent a message exactly at 8 o’clock, as arranged, saying, “You may pick me up in ten minutes in front of the Hilton at the airport. However, I hope you don’t have any plans for dinner or a date because I just got dressed for a quick coffee to get to know each other.”

When Armin got to the hotel, there was a blonde in a black Adidas tracksuit standing in front of the door, and she looked fantastic. They drove to the city center and sat down at a café. They sipped beer and talked about everything and anything. Everything was going its own way. Barbara commented that she didn’t have much time because they already had a flight at 6 p.m. Armin debated if he should invite her to his apartment or not. He tried, and Barbara agreed, saying she could stay for a short time because she had to get up early.

They sat on the sofa and talked, while Barbara checked the clock numerous times. It was already 22:30. Then Armin again debated whether to confront her or to be nice and wait until their next meeting. Encouraged by his quick Tinder success, he realized he had nothing to lose. In the worst-case scenario, she will reject him and postpone sex till another time.

“Listen, you can sleep there; I’ll drop you off at the airport in the morning,” Armin offered.

“No, that way you would lose an hour of sleep,” protested Barbara.

“Well, if we are so time-limited, we shouldn’t waste time...” Armin mumbled into Barbara’s neck.

He kissed her on the mouth and slowly brought her to a lying position on the sofa in the living room. She didn’t rebuff him, and a moment later he was lying on top of her.

“Mmm, wait, do you have a bed here?” Barbara suddenly asked.

“I have a big one, and a small one,” answered Armin. “Whatever you’d like.”

“I like big ones.”

They went into Armin’s bedroom. They stood in front of the bed and kissed passionately while removing each other’s clothes. As soon as they were naked, she grabbed his cock with her hand, and he focused on her tits. She had fabulous big breasts with prominent nipples. When he started sucking on them, they stiffened and popped out, the surrounding areola was red and several centimeters in diameter. When he began to touch her pussy with his hand, she felt pleasure, so she just collapsed on the bed, and he was on her in a flash. While they were fervently kissing, he was preparing to insert his cock into her pussy, but she interrupted him.

“Not without a condom,” she said, holding up her hand.

He quickly ran into the living room and took out a condom from the drawer. He put it on his cock and continued where he left off. He continued to kiss her and play with her pussy and clit and then directed his cock towards her. As soon as he entered, he rammed his dick into her to the hilt, and she sighed. She was sopping wet; her labia was pink and puffed; she was horny--there was no doubt. He was right--she needed it hard, fast, and furious. The hitch of her breath and her sensual moans rewarded him. He fucked like a powerhouse, drilling into her lying on top of her. Then he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, pushing them towards her head and spreading them as his cock penetrated her cunt. He fucked her hard, and her tits shook in rhythm with his thrusts, Barbara easily accommodating to the position requiring flexibility.

Armin’s balls were ready to bust and he agonizingly needed to come after a few minutes of fucking. But as they say, “Ladies first”, so he gritted his teeth and continued pounding his cock into the hot sheath of Barbara’s cunt. Then he took out his dick, and they changed their pose, giving him a much-needed breather. Barbara went on top. She put his dick in her pussy herself and rode it cowgirl style. Her tits were jumping in all directions, which made Armin horny like never before. He could barely control his orgasm, so he closed his eyes and tried to think about electronics and equations while Barbara rode tirelessly.

As Barbara tired, she stopped for a moment and just rocked with a cock stuffed inside her. This came in handy as Armin probably wouldn’t have lasted much longer. Then Barbara turned 180 degrees and continued to ride him in reverse cowgirl. She was lustful and full of need, and Armin used the same methods to distract himself again. He sincerely hoped that Barbara would finally come, but apparently, she couldn’t.

They changed poses again, Armin entering from behind. Barbara knew exactly how to position her legs in the doggy pose to give her the maximum friction on her G-point. This was sheer hell for Armin, who was on the verge of orgasm, and in this position, there was so much more friction for him too--which was not working in his favor at this moment.

Then he said to himself, “Now or never.”

He fucked her as fast as he could, pulling her hair with one hand and slapping her ass with the other.

“Come, come you slut, come now!” He ordered her loudly as he rammed it into her as fast as he could, knowing that this time it would not be possible to stop his orgasm.

It was obvious that he had succeeded in his plan because Barbara moaned loudly, “Aaaah, aaaah.”

And then one long “Aaaaaah” escaped her lips the moment Armin’s sperm filled the condom, and he didn’t stop thrusting until the last drop came out of his cock.

Barbara was panting. She just couldn’t take anymore and collapsed on her stomach while his cock was still inside her. Both of them were breathing rapidly, and Armin’s limp dick slid out of the scorching-hot pussy. He took the condom full of sperm off his cock and threw it on the floor. Barbara turned and kissed him.

“You did it! I managed to come. It was great...” Barbara enthused. Armin was proud of himself and smiled contentedly.

“Can I use the bathroom?” Barbara asked.

“Of course.”

After Barbara took her shower, Armin drove her back to the hotel. They also agreed when they’d meet next time. He never did manage to find out more about her. He wondered about many things: Is there a guy in every city? Does she often change partners, considering that she needs to be fucked hard for at least half an hour to satisfy her? Does she fuck with the pilots in the hotel?

After a few meetings, his questions became irrelevant to him. Meeting her twice a week only lasted for a short time because Barbara was again transferred to intercontinental flights, so she spent less time in Frankfurt. However, whenever she had time, she always contacted Armin. Sometimes once a week, sometimes once a month, but they still saw each other.

Armin was thrilled with such quick success on Tinder. He searched and communicated with girls every day. Sometimes the budding relationship would end due to his own mistakes or bad timing, but sometimes it was his initiative to break contact.

He expanded his search from the Frankfurt area and girls between the ages of 18 and 30 to include girls from all over the world and of all ages. Although he was into cougars, the profile of Maria, a thirty-six-year-old woman from Antwerp, caught his eye. The profile picture was a picture of a face without makeup and with her hair tied in a ponytail. Her beautiful features were in keeping with her age. However, something attracted him, so he opened her profile. She had five more pictures, but none showed her whole figure, only her face. This meant that she did not want to appear physically attractive. In other photos, her lovely face with makeup and hair down could be compared to the middle-aged beauties seen in South American soap operas. Even though the profile read, “Young and horny, don’t contact me!” Armin wanted very much to get in touch with her.

He wrote and deleted the message five times before he finally composed the text and sent it.

Armin:...”Good evening. Seeing the photos on your profile I felt a strong urge to contact you. So despite what was written on your profile, I decided to ignore your request. If I’m bothering you, ignore my message and forgive me for contacting you.”...

He couldn’t tear himself away from looking at her pictures, and at that moment, he got a message.

Marie:...”You’re lucky that I’m in a good mood today; otherwise, I would have gone to ‘block person’.”...

Armin:...”So today I am very lucky indeed. Thank you for your answer.”...

Marie:...”Okay, young-and-handsome-but-on-Tinder. What’s your problem other than you’re into older women?”...

Armin:...”Oh, no I’m not a gigolo, and I’m not into older women. I recently moved from Croatia, so I don’t have any company or friends yet. I don’t mind being alone, but I prefer company when going out to a club and am not uptight about going out alone, so I tried this.”...

Marie:...”Okay, I can understand that. And how are you doing there?”...

Armin:...”Honestly, I can’t complain. And you?”...

Marie:...”Well, I’ve been here for a long time, but that doesn’t mean everything is perfect. By the way, I know I type with a lot of mistakes. I have never fully mastered English grammar.”...

Armin:...”Well, it can’t be that bad for you. Are you really Belgian?”...

Marie:...”No, I was actually born in France, but I have lived in Belgium most of my life.”...

Armin:...”Of course, I can see that specific French charm on your face. And what made you happy today, and would it make me happy too?”...

While he was waiting for an answer, his hands were sweating. He wanted this conversation to go perfectly. It mustn’t appear strained, but it should be serious. It has to be fun but not stupid. It must not imply that he is only interested in talking about sex. He thought he was doing well.

Marie:...”I have been invited to an interview for a job I’ve wanted for a long time. I’ve already been redoing my CV for the umpteenth time.”...

Armin:...”Eh, I also worked hard on my CV recently, but it was worth the effort. It helped me land my dream job. I made sure it was accurate and reviewed it many times to ensure all essential information was visible. It was worth the effort. And what job did you apply for, if I may ask?”...

Marie:...”Advisor in an employment agency. And what did your CV look like?”...

Armin immediately sent her a copy of his résumé.

Marie:...”Yes, this looks just perfect, so modern ... Looks like I have to start all over again. If only I knew how to do it all.”...

Armin:...”If you have half an hour, I will put it together for you, you only have to tell me the information I ask of you. The trick is to write only what would be important for the future employers.”...

Marie:...”I would appreciate some help with that. It looks like we’re both happy today.”...

Armin put together her CV. Marie thanked him and promised to let him know the outcome of the job interview.

The next day, Armin received a message from Marie thanking him for helping her get the job. From then on, they would exchange messages daily. Sometimes more, sometimes less, but they were in contact every day. Marie didn’t reveal too much about her past or question him, but they talked about many topics. Armin never had a conversation that turned into something sexual with her. They talked about sex, of course, mostly sharing their experiences from Tinder, their first-ever sex, etc. But they didn’t want sex to be the main topic of their conversation or the sole reason for their friendship.

Marie soon deleted her Tinder profile, so contacts were exchanged on social networks and messengers. They managed to maintain their friendship for almost two years. They played games together, commented on series and movies, they were never bored.

However, there were ups and downs. About a month after their first conversation, things went downhill because talking about sex was too arousing for both of them. On that day, Marie gave the reason, and Armin took advantage of the opportunity. Marie was in a good mood; she had been shopping and showed off the collection of underwear she had bought, and it turned into a sexy Q&A texting session that morphed into a “show & tell”.

Armin:...”I bet it’s white.”...

Marie:...”Of course, why would you doubt it?”...

Armin:...”Classical or something ... more naughty?”

Marie:...”Well, it is on the more naughty side, haha. The bra lifts my breasts a little ... Wait, I’ll take a picture for you.”

Marie placed the white pushup bra and a white lace thong on the table. She took a picture and sent it to him.

Armin:...”Wow, it’s not for every occasion.”...

Marie:...”Yes, yes. They are for a special occasion.”...

Armin:...”Are you satisfied with how it fits you?”...

Marie:...”I don’t know. I haven’t tried it yet.”...

Armin:...”God, what are you waiting for?”...

Marie:...”I don’t know. Maybe I’m afraid it doesn’t look good on me.”...

Armin:...”The chances of it NOT looking good on you are the same as if I won the jackpot in the lottery.”...

Marie:...”Okay, but I’m not 20 anymore.”...

Armin:...”I’m sure every woman thinks so, but I’m positive, once you’re wearing it, you’ll change your mind.”...

Marie:...”I would be very interested in your opinion.”...

Armin:...”I wouldn’t ask you to do a fashion show for me, but of course I would like to see them.”...

Marie:...”Okay, wait.”...

Armin:...”Oh, I’ll wait.” Armin replied, smirking and sending a “thumbs up”...

A few minutes elapsed, and Armin received a photo of Marie in her underwear. Apart from one picture in the trench coat, this was the first time Armin had seen her so exposed. Marie, with a beauteous face and flawless, slightly tanned skin like a Latin American. Marie looked breathtaking in the white lace lingerie. Armin responded with a drooling emoticon, and in the next message he wrote, “I’d better refrain from commenting.”

Marie:...”Come on, I wanted to hear an objective opinion,” Marie prodded Armin...

Armin:...”I’ll be honest. I can tell you that many 20-year-old girls would give anything to look like this. And are you satisfied with how the push-up raised your breasts? I mean, I don’t know what they are like, so I can’t really judge.”...

Marie:...”Well, I am. It’s not so much that they need to be raised, but this way they look a lot bigger than they are.”...

Armin:...”Ah, and now I know that you think you have small breasts.”...

Marie:...”No, I don’t think I have small breasts, just not big enough.”...

Armin: ... OK. OK. I’m kidding. Your panties fit perfectly. You seem to be smooth down there. Am I right?”...

Marie:...”Yes, I shave once a week. I’ve told you that.”...

Armin:...”And the back? How does it feel? Does it fit?”...

Marie:...”Well, I didn’t even look at myself from behind, haha.”...

Armin:...”So I have to judge again?” Armin asked in the hopes of an affirmative answer...

Marie:...”Wait.”...

A few minutes later, Marie sent a picture of herself from behind, taken with the help of a mirror.

Armin:...”Are you sure you are 38 years old?”...

Marie:...”Boy, you have a hard-on from looking at me?”

Armin:...”I’m telling you the truth. Why would I lie? Tell me, how much time did you spend in the store while shopping?”...

Marie:...”Almost an hour, haha.”...

Armin:...”When I was shopping, I just found the size and bought 10 pieces of different colors. I still have some left packed.”...

Marie:...”Wow, that means now I will also have a fashion show.”...

Armin:...”Oh no.” Armin groaned as he typed.

Marie:...”No? What do you mean, no? That isn’t fair!” ... wrote Marie, accompanying her text with a pouting smiley.

Armin:...”Wait, you mean to say that it would be fair if I show you ... now...?”

Marie:...”Bingo!”...

Armin:...”Ok, but...” Armin tried to object...

Marie:...”But?” Marie parroted back in the text...

Armin had a raging erection. He wasn’t ashamed, but he was embarrassed, and he wasn’t sure how Marie would react when she saw the tent in boxers.

Armin:...”Wait,” he wrote, groaning...

Armin put on a pair of new boxers and tried to adjust his cock in them so his erection wouldn’t be too noticeable. No matter how hard he tried, it would always show. However, somehow he managed to put his dick to one side and took the picture that way.

Marie:...”So where did you disappear to? Do you need 5 minutes for a picture?”...

Finally, he sent the photo.

Marie sent a smiley of surprise and wrote, “Omg, I see you have quite a ‘big problem’ at the side.”...

It was evident Armin was trying to avoid the answer.

Armin:... “Fortunately, I don’t have a thong because I would be embarrassed, considering I rarely shave in the winter.”...

Marie:...”You do have a great body--everywhere where I can see, that is.” Marie accompanied the text with a devil emoticon...

Armin:...”Does that mean I have to show more?” Armin asked hopefully...

Marie:...”No, I’m joking.”...

Before she could continue, Armin sent a picture of his full body.

Marie:...”I see you haven’t ‘cooled down’ yet, haha.”...

Armin:...”Probably not any time soon. And how is it with you?”...

Marie:...”Um, well...”...

Armin:...”Well?”...

Marie avoided the answer by changing the subject: “And I haven’t seen you from behind, but you have looked at me.”...

Armin also took a picture of his bum with the help of a mirror and sent it.

Marie:...”Wow, I could bounce a Euro off that!”...

They had never exchanged such sexual innuendos before. Her openness and reactions somewhat surprised him.

Armin:...”You see, you saw me in one piece of clothing, and you had two on.”...

Marie:...”Ha ha ha, good joke.”...

Armin:...”Well, isn’t that right? Haha.” ... Armin tried to lighten the mood.

Marie:...”Um, you bad boy. It’s your hard-on talking, not you.”...

Armin:...”Well, you are right. My dick is talking, but I agree with it.”...

Marie:...”And now what do you want me to do? Show you my breasts?”...

Armin:...”Not that I’m insisting, but who wouldn’t want that?”...

A picture of her bare breasts soon pinged on Armin’s phone. They looked firm and were proportionate to her body. Her nipples were smallish and the size somewhere between a DD and an E, and they didn’t need lifting at all.

Armin:...”Alas for me. They are perfect.”...

Marie:...”Your erection must be in full swing now.”...

Armin:...”I would show you, but I can’t without your approval.”...

Marie:...”Would that mean I would also have to show you?”...

Armin:...”No, but I wouldn’t protest. I am a red-blooded male.”...

Marie:...”Umm...”...

Armin:...”So, should I show you?”...

Marie:...”Yes.”...

He took off his boxers and carefully studied which angle would make his dick look bigger. In the end, he took pictures from several angles and sent three pictures. There was no response from Marie for several minutes.

Armin:...”Hey, are you there?” ... Armin was anxious.

Marie:...”Yes, yes, I am.”...

Armin:...”Is everything okay?”...

Marie again took several minutes to respond. “Yes, everything is fine.”...

Armin:...”Can I ask something, honestly?”...

Marie again answered after two minutes: “Yes.”...

Armin:...”Are you touching yourself now?”...

Marie:...”Is it that obvious?”...

Armin:...”Um, I just asked.”...