[F4A] Using Tinder To Find A Road Trip Partner.

“Interesting…” I muse to myself, looking through a profile of a handsome man and reading through the profile looking for a partner to travel across the country with. It was a far cry from the usual post but it was intriguing. Just enough trickled in to make me think the post might actually be real. Although I couldn’t blame woman for thinking it was fake.

After just getting done with my junior year of college, I was really wanting to travel this summer. Although being a broke college student kind of hindered those plans. But something like this… might be possible.

“If you’re real, send me a pic.” I type cheekily though the app. Sending another message along with it.

“With my username written down on paper.”

I clicked my phone off and went to brush my teeth.

Through the mirror I could see my disheveled long black hair, my olive skin, and petite body. Eyes as brown as almonds, a cute almost model like face, a fantastic set of perky breasts with soft brown nipples, down the row of slight abs peeking out to my perfectly shaved mound.

I was always proud of my body and how hard I worked to achieve this look. Sexy and feminine but well fit. I turned to the side to see my thick ass jiggle from the sudden movement and turn back as I finish brushing.

As soon as I got back to my bed I checked my phone and was surprised to see you had responded.

A few hours later we were arguing about who would end the call first. Saying goodnight a hundred times before we ended up falling asleep, the call never ending.

Over the next few weeks we had talked every single day and made plans for our trip. Most days would be camping out of the van you had specifically built for this trip. Whether in a Walmart parking lot, camp site or in the woods of a national park.

Over the course of the few weeks we had gotten closer and closer, to the point where we were basically best friends who often joked about how I would pay you back for taking me on the trip with you.

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The fateful day came where you would be picking me up for the trip. Unlike the past few weeks we were both more quiet on the phone as we prepared. You had gotten all the supplies for the first leg of the trip. I had packed all the belongings I needed.

I almost didn’t think you would show up. Or if you did would be a totally different person.

And oh boy was I right.

You were ten times more handsome than your pictures and fifty times more easier to talk to. I was in cloud nine as you playfully lifted me off my feet when we met for the first time face to face. Easily lifting me by the waist and holding me against your chest as I giggled.

I didn’t even lift a finger to get into the passenger seat of the van as you took care of my belongings. A few duffle bags.

“Time to go.” I hear you say looking over and grinning as we head into the interstate.

“So… about that road head…” I grinned as we often joked about that as one of the ways I would repay you. However my hands began wrapping the hair tie around my wrist and putting it into a pony tail.

“Oh my god. I’m kidding!” I slap your arm dispelling your curios look as I kick my perfectly pedicured feet up on the dash. With the windows down and aviators on, my hair blew back with the wind. The tiny straps of my tank top caressing my shoulders. The Daisy dukes caressing my hips and ass, showing off my toned legs as I leaned back and relaxed. Even as you slipped a hand into mine and our fingers interlaced I didn’t shake you off or make a fuss as we started our journey.