First date with Vicky

On Thursday morning, I got a text from Vicky saying that she was off work for the day. It didn't take me long to agree to go meet her.

Taking a change of clothes and some toiletries - just in case - I drove straight from work. On the way there she sent me a text message saying she was cooking me dinner! I, of course, had assumed we were going out to dinner, but I thought it was sweet. When I arrived, she was waiting on the stairs. She jumped up, threw her arms around me and gave me a hug and a lingering kiss. What an introduction!

She invited me in, offered me some wine, and got dinner on. Bangers and mash. Then it all went badly wrong!

She introduced me to her son. He is 24, unemployed, unshaven, unkempt, and got very excited when someone accepted him as a friend on Facebook. She lives in a one-bedroom council flat, her son sleeping on the sofa-bed in the lounge. Like me, she has no dining table so we ate off of lap trays. Her son put on an old Jim Davidson DVD and we spent the next hour with the pantomime Sinderella (misspelled deliberately)! Don't get me wrong, I don't mind a little comedy, even lewd comedy, but this was lewd 1980's comedy. It was embarrassing! Some first date this was turning out to be!

I offered to help with the dishes and as soon as the drying was finished, we were snogging against the kitchen sink. She groaned and lifted one jeans-clad leg against my thigh. She wanted me. Badly. Someone who lusts after you that much quickly becomes much more attractive!

I told her that I was staying in a hotel for the night to avoid a long and late drive home. She suggested I stay there with her, but the thought of trying to keep quiet while her son was in the next room was a major turn-off. So I invited her to come with me.

"Will you still respect me in the morning?" she asked.
I laughed and kissed her again, but said nothing. I had no idea what I would feel in the morning.

We spent the night in a Travel Lodge.