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It was my first date with Jabbar and I decided, two minutes into meeting with him, that it would be my last.

He talked a lot and always chose the dullest topics. He never seemed interested in getting to know me, he was more obsessed with hearing himself speak. I did my very best to endure it with good grace but is was getting really hard to do.

At about an hour into the date, I finally gave told him I really needed to start getting home because I had an early morning.

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He was taken aback but gracefully and generously offered to drive me home. It was the least he could do.

As we drove, I started feeling a little pissed off that another blind date had gone so wrong. When my friend told me about this guy, I was honestly excited. She talked about how handsome, stable and funny he was.

Well, he was good looking and had a good job, but, funny, he was not. He was tedious to deal with. How could Bola think I could be happy with a guy like him?

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A hand on my naked thigh interrupted my thoughts. Jabber had his hand on my thigh and seemed to be stroking absentmindedly. I considered pushing his hand away but I thought better of it.

He had paid for dinner and now he was dropping me at home, which was in the opposite direction from his own home. He was allowed to cop a feel.

I pretended like I did not feel his palm on my legs and kept on looking out the window. We were in traffic and the man in the car beside us was looking curiously through our window to see what was going on.

For some odd reason, having him watch was such a turn on. I kept my eyes on him as he looked at my thighs in interest. Jabbar, who was still pretending like he did not know what he was doing, slid his palm underneath my skirt and came very close to my pussy.

When he noticed I did not pull away, he put the car in 'park' and shift a little closer so his hand can graze my pussy through my panties. He then moved my panties and began to slide a finger inside of me.

I kept my gaze out the car, still looking at the pervert old man watching us. He was shifting in his seat. Did the sight of me getting finger fucked while he watched turn him on?

The traffic soon began to ease and Jabbar took his hand out of me and moved the car. We drove silently and the only proof of what happened is the smell of my pussy wafting in the air.

I was very turned on now, so much so that I asked him to park on a deserted street not far from mine. He might not have been the best date, but he had certainly got me hot and bothered.

The idea of suffering through another date with him left a bitter taste in my mouth, so I might never get another chance to finish what he started.

As soon as he parked, I adjusted the front seat so I was lying down straight and he came to join me. He hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties.

He gently slid his finger inside me again. It was even better this time because it did not require too much manoeuvring. He slid his finger in and out of me until I began to quiver and came hard around him.

He then hurriedly pulled down his trousers, just enough to release his hard dick, and with no warning, shoved his cock deep inside me. I moaned out loud, knowing that anyone could pass by and see us. He was fucking me rough and fast and it was amazing.

His cock was sliding in and out of me as I felt my own pussy get wetter and wetter. He stopped to grind against me so I felt him even deeper.

Then he went back to giving it to me so hard that I had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming. I was getting close to climax again and he seemed to be too. His thrust started getting faster and more urgent as we both came, holding on to each other.

He got off me wordlessly and returned to the driver's seat. I readjusted my chair, picked up my panties and put it in my purse. As he dropped me off and said our goodbyes, I knew I would never see him again.

Maybe he did too.

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