ab tak 42 - Autobiography of the Promiscuous Male

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Riya - I am not THAT KIND OF GIRL - Blowjob on First Date

Truthfully speaking, I did not remember how this girl looked when I called her or even when I went to meet her. The only thing I remembered that she was slim, quite young and had a sweet voice. When I had met her with her boyfriend, I was drunk and when we exchanged phone nos. was also not in my memory. I remembered that she smoke, but did not remember whether she had a drink or not.

Anyways on the slated day, Friday, I made an excuse in office of going somewhere and reached the designated place in my Santro good 20 minutes before the scheduled meeting. I had given the number and colour of Santro for her to find me. I thought it to be just an exploratory meeting, which I have done dozens in my life without any results. Though there has been such exploratory meetings which have ended with mating.

Anyways at that place, I was lying low by pushing the seat back and may be have dozed off momentarily. I was woken by someone pounding on the passenger side glass of the door. I let the girl in not so great red and green colour Punjabi suit inside the car. She said, "You looked like a driver sleeping in that posture and I was waiting for 2 minutes to see if you were somewhere around." No, she also could not have recognized me had she met me in some other place.

"Yeah, tell me, what made you want to meet me?" She demanded the answer.

"Nothing much, just thought of meeting a pretty girl" I tried to flatter her.

"No one told me I am pretty" She countered.

"You have had lousy boyfriends in that case" I carried my flirtation forward.

"So Mister, where would we have coffee, or we would keep on talking in the car" She added to make me get moving.

"Coffee? I thought you liked something else."

"Oh yes, but I can't go home stinking of Beer."

"Vodka in Limca does not leave a smell"

I had lit up a ciggirette and offered to her, she took couple of drags and gave it back to me. When I offered her again, she denied. So she was not much of a smoker and probably not much of a drinker too.


Despite her protests and denials, I stopped the car at a wine shop and from that wine shop and near by shops I brought two half litre bottles of Limca, one half of Vodka and some tid bids. And back in the car, I poured two equal halves in Limca bottles thus making a conv. 3 big pegs for each of us. And despite her protests and denials she took the first gulp and said, its too hard a drink. And reluctantly I had to buy another Limca and dilute the drink to her comfort.

Those who know Navi Mumbai and Mumbai geography would know that these two areas have no open spaces. While I picked up the drinks and all we were at Rabale Industrial area and we just had to cross the creek to enter Greater Mumbai and drop her to Mulund Railway Station but I started travelling backward on Turbhe Belapur road towards Vashi.I had once been to a place behind Dhirbhai Knowledge City and assumed that area to be relatively free of people. And I am talking about some 12 years in the past, I don't know how that area looks like right now.

At this stage we were talking less and she was protesting more that she should not be late and should be dropped at the Mulund Railway Station and I was telling her to hang on and we should know little more about each other. I was doing all the questioning and she was replying between her protests.

There somewhere behind DAKC, I parked my car in relative darkness. I pushed back my seat and lit up yet another ciggirette and gave it to her. She took couple of drags and I calmed her down saying we would finish our drinks here and then she would be dropped.

And there I touched her arms, she pushed my hands and said, don't do it. I pushed her seat also back and she was in an awkward angle as she did not want to lie down. I reached out and grabbed her boobs. She reacted, "Oh God Shobhit! I am not THAT KIND OF GIRL" "Please did you bring me here to do all this?"

I told her that I understand her feelings and I had no bad intentions just wanted to have a good time with her.

Many a times in this I grabbed her boobs and everytime she reacted and she sat upright in her seat, sipping less of her drink and covering more of herself with her arms and hands to ward off any attempts by me to grab her boobs.

So I rather went on to explore her past. I asked her about that boy and all other boyfriends she had. I pulled her hand and placed it on my pants where my penis was making a bulge. She pulled it back and started another dialogue as to "Why do you men always think like that? Why you think that the girl would always be ready?"

I told her that when a boy is meeting a girl like this he wants to have a good time with her and sex is integral part of any relationship.

"But not like this, it feels so cheap" She was on and on with her protests.

I made fun of this statement and asked her, had I first taken her for coffee and then dinner and then to my room, she would have felt alright.

"No, but there has to be a connection."

All this while I was bringing her hand to my bulge repeatedly and somehow her defenses were weakening, or so I assumed. I was finished with my drink and she was just half way through of her first bottle of Limca. I threw my bottle out of window and rolled back the windows. Carefully removing her Limca bottle out of her hand, I pulled her on top of me, as I was lying on a pushed back seat and she was sitting in her seat. And I sealed my lips on her kissing her passionately. She wanted to get up but I was not allowing her and I grabbed her boob in one hand again.

Then I opened the zip of my pant and brought out my erect dick which was very wet from all the excitement and I pushed her face on my dick. I disregarded her protests and pushed my dick in her mouth.

I pulled up my sea half way and she resigned started sucking on my cock. I complimented her on her sucking skills and told her that it is a good connection that we are developing. Another 3-4 minutes and she asked me has she done enough to satisfy me.

"You are very good" I tried to flatter her.
"And you are a bastard" She said, irritated and resigned
"Beautiful girls love bastards" is how I countered her.

Again I pushed her on my dick and she sucked me for another couple of minutes and asked has she satisfied me now. I told her I have not cum as yet.

It was getting late so she and I masterbated myself and I cummed on some tissue papers in my car and we drove back to drop her.

On my way to Mulund Railway Station she was in foul mood but I kept on flattering her and asked her when can we meet again. She replied NEVER.


I asked her how my dick was and how many she had sucked. She replied, "don't degrade me."

All in all, I dropped her at Mulund Railway Station and told her I loved her. She said, she did not.
On my way back, I received couple of SMSes from her where she accused me to using her and that I was not a nice guy and she was feeling like a whore and so on.

And thus instead of talking on phone or cutting the contact, our conversations started on sms and that led to our next date and ultimately fucking