Dating a Dickgirl

Adults only. Leslie is attracted to Ashley when they meet but, during their first date, it emerges that she has secrets and he loses interest in her - although he still curious about what she's hiding, and why. He dates with Katie, a widow who - after a shaky start - presents him with a some new delights. But when Ashley unveils her secret to Leslie, his libido goes wild. And there's more....

EXTRACT

“The bedroom’s through on the right,” she said. “I’ll be through in a minute, when I’m dry.”
With the towel wrapped round my waist, I lay on my back on her bed.
I heard her doorbell sound.... She came into the bedroom and grabbed her housecoat that was hanging on the door. “I’ll have to see who it is. Stay there,” she instructed as she put it on. Then she disappeared, shutting the bedroom door.
I could have spent time looking round the room; a burglar would have been in paradise, looking through her collection of jewellery which must have been contained in one or both of the small wooden boxes on her dressing table. I could discern voices; one was Katie’s, and the other was a man’s. My stupid sense of humour got the better of me for a moment; I’d imagined she’d organised dates with two men tonight, and she was going to try to inveigle me into a three-in-her-bed session.
The voices faded and I heard her living room door close. I began to wonder whether I’d been abandoned and forgotten.... I was feeling cold, and decided to put my clothes back on, including the shirt and underwear provided by my hostess.
I heard her footsteps approaching. The door flew open, and she put her finger to her lips. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I have a visitor. I’ll try and get rid of him as soon as I can. Here’s your wineglass. Stay there, and don’t move. I’ll be back soon.”
Fully dressed again, I walked across the room to look out of the window; there were houses almost identical to this one on the opposite side of the street, stretching as far as the eye could see. Turning back to look round, the place was full of standard wooden bedroom furniture of the patterns still available in the stores. The carpet was threadbare in places, but everything else seemed less than five years old, I guessed.
I was getting tired of waiting. I returned to the bed, laying prostrate and looking up at the ceiling. Could do with a lick of paint in places, I thought.
Time wore on, and the room began to darken. I looked at the time again: I’d been in the room for nearly half an hour. This was getting to be a joke. Why on earth hadn’t I thrown the woman out of my office when she’d come to “collect” me for this date? It was time to be firm. I had a date with Ashley the following evening; I was confident that it wasn’t going to be anything like this.
There was a white plastic box on the floor by the window; I stretched down, picked it up and opened it. When I examined the contents, I couldn’t make out exactly what it was supposed to be. Pulling it out, I identified it and could hardly believe my eyes. I knew such articles existed, but I’d never met a lady who admitted to owning one.... What had possessed me to get involved with this crazy woman?