I travel often for my work, and sometimes when I do, I'll launch Tinder and try my luck out. In some cities, Tinder is just dominated by either prostitutes (vegas) or hometown girls looking for their husbands (Timmins, Ontario). But on this trip, I was standing at a meet n' greet social evening for the conference where I was supposed to give a presentation. I opened my phone, and there she was, 22, blonde, skinny, with only two photos on her profile, one of her sitting in a hot tub with half of her face hidden, and another of her from behind riding a horse with the highest looking ass you've ever seen. After three drinks, I open it with the only thing I can think of. "You're impossible."

What the hell was this 22yo girl doing matching with a man nearly twice her age who had "visiting your town this week, come say hi" in his bio? We chatted back and forth a bit during the conference week and I never thought we would connect. Then, on the last day of things, I got asked to hold over for another day and show one of my company's customers a good time as his flight out was the following morning. I thought, what the fuck, let's invite her out for dinner with the group.

She shows up and is even more beautiful in person. She is tall, very slender, and has long, straight blonde hair. She is wearing a red dress. During dinner, she lies and makes up a story about how she and I know each other while putting her hand on my thigh under the table. I pay for the table, and she and I hop into an Uber back to my hotel.

After some making out on the sofa in my suite, she's half naked, and my hands are under her dress. She said she hasn't been touched by a man in a year and is incredibly excited, wet, with so much heat between her legs. She stops me and asks if I have any wine and wants to slow down. I don't say we can get a bottle brought up, but she has another idea. She throws on my hoody like a dress and says, "let's go down to the bar and get one, then drink it in your jacuzzi tub". I'm thinking this girl is wild. She's naked under my hoodie, and we walk down to the lounge and get the bottle; she's chatty with the bartender and says that they are friends. I'm thinking, oh lord, what have I gotten into here? She picked up a $170 bottle from the fridge. But at this point, I don't care. I'm just so intensely attracted to her.

Back in the room, we are naked in the tub, her on one side and me on the other; I'm amazed that we both fit, let alone myself. I'm 6'2, 205lbs, and pretty built. I don't do bathtubs. We talk about what I'm about and looking for, and flirt a lot. She's touching my cock with her feet. We take it to the bedroom and keep making out, I'm fingering her and eating her pussy, and she says, "Do you want to put something on" I slide on a condom and get on top of her, and she looks shyly at me and says something I will NEVER forget. "I have to tell you about my superpower," and I inquired with an "Oh?" she said, "I'm really, really tight," and after she said that, I pushed myself inside her and nearly cum right then. She had the tightest pussy I had ever felt.

Missionary, cowgirl, doggy, I'm fucking this skinny little blonde half my age, and she's calling me "Daddy" No woman has ever called me that before, and when she does, I'm instantly drunk with arousal. I paused for a breath and to fix the condom, which had been getting tight, and she looked up and me shyly and said. "mmm, maybe I want to feel it" I knew what she meant; without a moment of hesitation, I take the rubber off and lay her down under me and feel all of her heat and arousal around my cock. I have my hands all over her body, on the back of her neck, on her hips, holding her under her arms as I push myself deeper and deeper into her slender and tight body. As I cum deep inside her, she's moaning, "Yes, Daddy, fill me, oh god, it's so much cum". And just like that, I'm in love.

She spends the night; I barely sleep; my eyes are on her shoulders and back, thinking how the fuck did this beautiful thing end up in bed with me. We fucked twice more in the morning before my checkout, and as I was racing towards the door and calling an Uber for myself, my wife sent me a message. "Are you on the way to the airport? I haven't heard from you all morning."