Shauna studies the tiny circle as the application downloads. She taps "OPEN", instantly greeted by the 'Tinder' title page. She's presented with the option to either create an account, or sign in to an existing one.
She opts for creation. By the time she gets through to her likes and interests, Shauna wonders whether its even worth the effort. By the time she is swapping out codes and struggling to figure out how it all works, she's certain its not worth it.
But she's stubborn. Shauna always gets what she wants and she knows that this temporary pain will translate into pleasure. Tinder looks a hell of a lot different than it did a few years ago when she played around on it for kicks. All the good stuff is hidden behind pay walls now.
It had to happen. The paying customer will always replace the passive crowd. When she first played with Tinder, instead of fucking around, she fucked around. With people. For laughs. That ended badly. Looking back, it seems so clear. She played with fire when she played with people's hearts. She nearly got burned and she wasn't going back under the flame again.
Shauna is tired of being a minor actor in her own story. Recently, things have been 'happening' to Shauna. She let things 'happen' to her. She needs to take charge of her sexuality.
First things first. She wants to have the freedom to hunt dick any time she wants it. She wants to be discreet, because for now, she doesn't want Ralph to catch wind of her wandering eye. At 60, Ralph isn't likely to object too loudly.
Shauna's a smoking hot 53, young looking for her age. Since she's been back in the gym, Shauna is also rocking a tight body supporting two perfect Double-D's. She's cute and she knows it.
"Fuck, this is irritating," she says. She's sitting in her kitchen at the island, glasses perched precariously on the edge of her nose. She thinks she might have had enough of the app for now.
She needs some Cindy time.
"Cindy", or "Cynthia" if Shauna gets saucy, is her imaginary friend. Last year, when Shauna was nearing the end of her rope and struggling with depression, she created Cindy. Or, perhaps, it is more accurate to say that this was when Cindy 'appeared'. Shauna's eyes were red from tears that had long since dried and her head ached like an eternal winter. In waltzed Cindy. Complete with ruby sequined ballroom gown, dry martini and cigarette in holder, Cindy made a hell of a splash. Over the next days and weeks, the two would hammer out a path forward. Cindy was the only one Shauna had ever felt comfortable talking with. Cindy was her confidant and most trusted ally. She only came out when no one was around, and when Shauna knew they wouldn't be bothered.
She's at an impasse, torn between play or nay. When she finds herself stuck at an impasse, she can always count on Cindy.
The dress is blue today, but otherwise it is classic Cindy.
"How you doin' dollface?" Cindy drawls, an unrecognizable accent mixed with feminine sensuality.
Shauna lets out a long sigh. "I'm alright I guess. I dunno. When that deaf boy fed me his dick, I changed. I felt the world move. It wasn't like an orgasm or something. It was something else."
Cindy draws a stool. She blows smoke rings that Shauna can't smell.
"I know something about orgasms babe. That's why your world moved."
"No, Cindy, I mean that I feel like I've come alive. I think I've been frozen for a long time. Certainly since Covid, when Ralph and I stopped finding the bedroom together. In the beginning, it was banging all the time."
"I remember."
"But then, I don't know what changed. Ralph's older, but its not even that. We just stopped. But now I see the sand running out of the hourglass. I work my ass off to look this good and this won't last forever. This could be my last hurrah!"
"I'll drink to that," says Cindy, raising her martini glass in mock toast.
"I want to decide when and where I fuck and suck. I want to experience all the things I missed out on when I played good-girl and good-mom for all those years. I'm breaking out, and this little tool is going to help me find all the dick I can handle. Maybe even a pussy or two along the way."
"Oh you minx! But very hot. I approve."
"So, does that mean you think I should go for it?"
"You know you're going to. Why even ask me, dollface?"
"I like to hear you tell me what a slut I am. It inspires me."
"You're a real piece of work baby. A real whore. Get out there and put some smiles on those men's faces."
"It's not their smiles I'm interested in."
"Cum shots then. Take it all you greedy slut."
"Thank you Cindy. As always, you have a talent for encapsulating the entire exchange with eloquent articulation."
"At your pleasure, bitch. Now go get some!"
Shauna casually dismisses Cindy's visage. Focus redoubled, she finishes the Tinder application process and sets up a bare-bones profile. She snaps a couple pics - then takes a couple more - to be replaced by a dozen more - and then another dozen before she finally gets the right ones with the correct playful-cleavage-cute ratio.
The notifications pour in. She's shocked by the quick responses, but equally tickled. Shauna sees some promising men immediately. In fact, a lot more younger men pop up than she'd have expected. She scans the faces, trying to pick out the ones with the biggest cocks. Some make it easy by posing in scant clothing. She becomes engrossed in the hunt, enthralled by the endless parade of physiques. Time slips away as she engages in countless light chats. She learns with each conversation, getting bolder as her confidence builds.
She glances at the clock. 12:30. The day is slipping away, she thinks. I better get a hustle on.
Stanly. He looks pleasant. And safe. She wants her first meeting to go off without a hitch. Even if nothing comes of it, she reasons, at least she'll learn the lay of the land. Before she gets laid.
Stanly. Starbucks. They agree to meet for coffee at 2. Shauna feels the rush of anticipation and flashes of excitement ripple through her. She jumps in the shower and gets herself fixed up. She goes all out on the makeup and flair. She slips on a pink gathered halter dress that accentuates her large breasts. They look huge in the dress, especially without a bra. The bra-free sensation makes her feel even sluttier as she imagines giving a stranger quick and easy access to her prize orbs. Her nipples poke through and she rewards them with frequent touches. She pairs the dress to a sexy set of cherry pumps.
