My Tinkerbell - The Irish School Teacher
Hello ISS readers. I have been a long time ISS reader, and today, I am here to share my memorable event about my Tinkerbell. I am Harsha, 33 years, and I live in Boston. I am about 5″10, fair looking and fit. Like most Indian marriages, my family forced me into an arranged marriage. I was a virgin and innocent until I was married. My sex life literally sucked as my wife had no interest in it. Though there was barely any sex, I kept my patience until 6 years of marriage. However, the biological needs took over my patience, and it made me look outside. I learned from my bachelor colleagues about dating apps and gave it a try. I have created a profile without a picture on OkCupid just to try my luck and meet a sailing person on the same boat as I am. I have had several matches on the app in the first few days, but none have replied or showed much interest. After a few days have passed and I saw a message from an Irish lady. Her name is Jen. We connected over chat and exchanged a few messages. Jen is in her mid-thirties and was going through a divorce, and has a kid. She worked as a school teacher and had a beautiful life until her husband lost interest in her for some other woman. After chatting for a few days on the app, we exchanged our numbers. We spoke a bit over the phone, and I felt that we had good compatibility. We texted a lot about our lives and were having occasional mildly intimate conversations. The conversation went on from politics to tattoos. Once I asked her if she had tattoos on her. She told me she has 3 tiny tats, of which one is at an intimate place. I told her that we should meet up sometime and have a drink or two. She said that she can only meet on Thursdays as she would be busy with her kids on weekends. It was snowy winter Friday morning when I got a text from Jen while driving to work. She said, “Let’s meet up at some bar and have few drinks.” She sent me an address closer to the downtown bar and asked me to meet there at happy hour. I was initially worried as I have never dated anyone before marriage. I gathered courage and sent a reply saying I will come only if I get to see the third tattoo. She replied, “We will see that,” along with a wink. I had no intention of getting to bed with her on the first meet but just wanted to go with the flow. I told myself that if it’s going to happen, it will. After finishing up work early, I started driving to the bar around 3 pm. Finding a place to park the car, there is a huge deal. I texted her once I reached the bar, and about 5 minutes later, she walked in. At first glance, Jen appeared more beautiful than she was in her profile pictures. She is about 5’6 feet tall, with a broad smile and freckles all over her pale white skin. She was a typical Irish girl. She was in business attire with a white shirt and grey pants. She came straight after teaching in her school. I could see her white laced bra was hugging her boobs very tight, just waiting to come out and breathe. We shook hands, hugged each other, and sat in the bar. We started with beer and appetizers and had a good conversation. Jen is a very sweet talker and a patient listener, a trait all school teachers share, I believe. There were no intimate talks at the bar as it was new for both of us to date after marriage. We both had intentions of hooking up, but neither of us knew how to break the ice. Occasionally I touched her soft hands while talking, just like an affirmation. We spent a good 3 hours in the bar and literally ran out of topics. We thought we would move out of the bar and get some food elsewhere. Then she suggested that we should probably pick up food and eat at her home. I was amazed and thought today is my day. Jen pulled her car out, and she asked me to follow her as she drove to her home. So many thoughts were running in my mind while driving. However, I kept calm and cool and felt that Jen inviting me home was just a friendly gesture as we had connected well. After we went inside her home, I got comfortable and sat on her couch. She grabbed her phone to order sushi. She opened up a wine bottle and brought some cheese as food would take at least an hour to get delivered. Jen sat next to me on the sofa and turned on the TV to play some movies. Eventually, we got closer and placed my arms around Jens’s shoulder just below her boobs. She got comfortable and put her head on my chest. I thought that was a sign, and I eventually took her hand and kissed her plan and fingers. She had very soft hands, beautiful fingers. She closed her eyes as she has been missing this touch for a long time. After some kissing, I unbuttoned her arm sleeve. I slowly moved my kissing towards her hand and arm. She closed her eyes all this time, just enjoying my attention. Jen has a lot of freckles on her skin that makes any man mad. The kissing went on for a while, and slowly, I moved up to her head. I kissed her forehead, eyes, ears, and cheeks without leaving a single spot. She broke loose of my hug and sat facing me. This time I took her face with my palm and started kissing her lips. We both were on cloud 9. I ran my hands everywhere on her body over the clothes while she was just concentrating on the kiss. She was indeed a very romantic kisser. We broke the kiss after 20 minutes or more until her lips had become dry and red. Her face was lit up with lust and was inviting for more kissing. I slowly proceeded down and unbuttoned her shirt only to see the boobs waiting to get sucked on. I, however, wanted to extend this pleasure rather than enjoying it all at once. So I placed my palms on her boobs and pressed them over her bra while kissing her neck and earlobes. She was getting a lot hotter and responded by removing my t-shirt. Her boobs were very firm and in shape, and her body was very well toned with not a slight bit of fat anywhere. I slowly removed her bra and let loose her puppies.