I went out on a date Friday night, not thinking anything would come of it. He’s 45, 11 years my senior, and not really my “type” but we’d emailed a little off and on for over a year and he suggested we get together to see if there’s any chemistry between us. He offered to pay my train fare and to treat me to dinner – I figured that’s not a bad deal so what the heck. I thought that we’d at least get along as friends so it wouldn’t be an unpleasant evening.
We made our way to the restaurant, stopping at a liquor store to buy some wine to go with dinner. The restaurant was easily the smallest I’ve ever been in and that’s saying a lot after some of the New York City restaurants I’ve been to. We ordered, they uncorked our first bottle of wine and we sat talking and sipping wine. At that point I was enjoying myself but I still didn’t think that we’d hook up or anything like that. Dinner was nice, the conversation was fun, the wine went to my head. Had I been more open to it, I think I would have realized by then that there was some chemistry going on.
He went outside to smoke a cigarette while I used the bathroom. Once outside I commented on how he was smoking (we had been talking about it earlier – I don’t really care for smoking but I had admitted that sometimes kissing a smoker brings back memories of other smokers I’ve kissed and so it’s not entirely unpleasant). He said, “And if you want you can taste it” and pulled me in for a kiss. Wow. He is one damn good kisser. The kiss changed everything – it was a long, lingering sensual kiss and after that the date was definitely going what you would call well.
We walked along the park for a while, talking, arm in arm. I was aware of the fact that we were in the vicinity of where he lived and sure enough he invited me in. By this time I was going along with the gut feeling I had had all week – that the date was going to go better than I thought and that I’d end up going to bed with him. Inside his apartment, he lit some candles, opened the other bottle of wine and put on some classical music. His grown daughter lives with him (this is the first time I’ve dated someone with grown children) but had messaged him that she’d be out for a while. After some passionate kissing on the sofa he suggested moving into the bedroom and being my usual slutty self I was all to happy to go along. *grin*
The sex was hot and I was loud until we heard his daughter come in – wouldn’t want to freak her out thinking about the fact that her dad was having sex in the next room. Might be a little awkward. Ok a lot awkward. So I kept quiet. Davey joked the next day that this guy is a FILF – Father I’d Like to Fuck. Ha ha. Yes I’ve had my first FILF now. We went for two rounds and then he drove me home. I really enjoyed the entire night and now I find myself dating someone new – someone I hadn’t really expected to be dating. Life is funny. You never know who you’re going to have chemistry with.
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