Carmen darted to her closet in her underwear in pure excitement. She had done messy sessions with her boyfriend before, but today was going to be a special one for the petite Latina beauty. By her request, she was to be messed up in a quite...savory fashion tonight. And she was excited to dress for the occasion. Hanging in her closet was her new Jalisco dress. It was a traditional dress worn by Mexican women and mostly used nowadays for Folklorico dances and special occasions--and tonight would be one special occasion!

After putting on a pair of beige pantyhose, she took the heavy, yellow, cotton skirt from off the hanger. As she slipped it on and secured it at the waste, she admired its design in her full-length mirror.

The hem came down the floor and was decorated in ruffled lace, ribbons, and fabric. The skirt was a long, light-yellow one decorated in intricate band-patterns of ribbons-- ribbons in vibrant shades of pink, blue, purple, red, green, and orange. These bands were accentuated by accompanied flourishes of white, ruffled lace. Beneath the cotton skirt was a white, secondary skirt layer she felt against her slim, shapely legs.

She then pulled the blouse-top of the outfit from its hanger and slipped it on. It was the same shade of light-yellow and cotton fabric. The bottom of the blouse came down past the waist to form a small, short-length skirt. This small skirt was decorated with colorful ribbon bands like the main skirt was and formed a flowy top-layer to embellish the skirt. The front of the top was dominated by a V-shaped pattern of cotton and lace ruffles that came up over the shoulders and went down the back. The dress came up to a neck-height collar that was also embellished with lace.

Beneath the ruffled folds that covered her shoulders were large, yellow puffed sleeves. The sleeves ended just above the elbow with a ruffled, lace-trimmed flourish. She bent down and picked up a portion of the hem on each side of her, then held it it up at eye-level. The skirt was so long and had so much volume that the center-bottom portion stayed at floor-level. In the mirror, she resembled a giant half-circle fan. She gave a bright smile, then began spinning around while twirling the skirt.

She felt just like she did when she was a kid. Her mother had started her off doing Folklorico dances at a young age. As a young child, she had not quite appreciated the beautiful dresses or lively dances she learned to perform. She had always felt more than a little awkward wearing the brightly colored dresses with all the laces and ruffles. She often felt like a layered cake or a circus-clown wearing the dresses. A bit of that childhood embarrassment and humiliation lingered when wearing the dress--part of the reason she wanted to wear it for tonight's session. Yet, as an adult, she also now had a newfound appreciation for the dress and its beauty. Part of her now was hesitant to see it all messed up.

With the time on her mind, she sat down, lifted her skirt, and put on her red, low-heeled dance shoes. As she walked out of the closet and into her bathroom, the shoes made light clicking noises as they crossed the hardwood floor--just like they did onstage as a young girl.

In the bathroom mirror, she tied up her incredibly long, smooth, raven hair into a large, tight bun at the back of her head. Around this bun, she wrapped a faux braid that was intertwined with a bright, green ribbon. Atop her head, she secured a beautiful purple-flower hairpiece which wrapped down to the back of her ears and was accentuated with trailing, purple ribbons. She also put on two large, red hoop-earrings. Now all that was left was her make-up.

She applied a foundation that gave her light-brown mocha skin a sort of smooth, glossy look. She carefully added tones that gave her upper cheeks a light, rosy hint of blush. She then put on eyeliner as well as a very light, blue eye-shadow. This accentuated her large, beautiful, piercing brown eyes. Finally, she colored her lips a shiny, bright ruby-red. Though her mouth was small and thin, her lips had an attractive amount of volume to them. Now, fully dressed, she was ready to descend to the kitchen.

"Are you ready yet, Nate?" Carmen called down in her light, melodic voice. Up from the front hall stairs, he replied,

"Perfect timing! I just finished up down here." She smiled and said,

"Alright! I'm coming down now!" She slowly descended the curving staircase that led down into the front hall. She smiled even wider to see Nate at the bottom of the stairs with his mouth open in breathless shock. He had never seen her dressed up quite so much before and could not believe that he was going to get the privilege of messing up the outfit. At the bottom of the stairs, she spun about and danced a moment to show off the dress as it twirled about. He said,

"Oh, my! Damn do you look beautiful in that!" Carmen smiled and gave a playful laugh. She said,

"Gracias, Nate! You're so sweet!" She then took a sniff and smelled the strong aroma coming from the kitchen. Nate got behind her and covered her eyes. He said,

"Time to show you the pies! Follow me!" He guided her into the kitchen. She knew from muscle memory that she was in front of her center-island counter when he removed his hands. At the first glance, she immediately gasped. Her eyes grew wide and her knees began to quake when she beheld what was in front of her. She gasped,

"So many pies!" Nate sheepishly answered,

"Yeah...umm...twenty in total." She wound her way around her completely filled-up island-counter and admired the multitude. Each was a large-sized, deep-dish pie-tin with a Graham cracker crust, and each was topped with a large, rounded mound of gooey sour cream that covered the contents of each pie completely. Nate explained,

"I uhh...knew you were going to wear a costume, so I wanted to go all out this time. But I didn't think you'd get such a beautiful and admittedly expensive-looking dress. How about you just pie me tonight, yeah?" Almost before he had finished the sentence, Carmen's eyes lit up and she flew to Nate. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him two big kisses on each cheek that left bright imprints. She then looked up into his eyes and instructed him intensely.

"Nate, you are going to take these pies--every last one--and you are going to smash them all in my face. I want you to pie me like I've never been pied before. I want you to destroy this dress! Is that understood?" A nervous smile slowly crept across his face and he said,

"Absolutely." She gave a bright, adorable smile, then pressed her lips against his and gave him a kiss so intense that it nearly turned his lips blue when she finally released with a loud "SMM-CK!"

"Click-de-click-de-click" went her shoes as she strutted over towards the living room. The sound was silenced when she crossed into the room where the hardwood turned to carpet that was sheathed in a layer of clear tarp. The furniture (which had been moved back), floor and walls were all covered completely in tarps: Nate really had gone all out!

As she stood in the middle of the open room while Nate carried in the pies, she felt herself transported back to her childhood as she stood either outside under the hot sun or under auditorium lights waiting to step out in front of the audience and dance. She had always felt silly wearing a Jalisco dress, but it turned into a fun kind of silly when the music began to play and she began to dance. Thus, while Nate was still carrying in pies, she dashed into the kitchen, put on some Folklorico dance music on her kitchen speaker and strutted back into the living room where she began to spin about and dance to the rhythm.

All at once, she was a little girl again as her skirt flew up and down as she spun. She smiled brightly and gave a fine performance for one who hadn't danced that in years. When the first song came to an end, she took a low bow, then looked up and saw Nate spell-bound by her performance. He then began to clap and cheer for her. She blushed, then took another bow. When the next song came on, she turned down the music to background levels and took a deep breath. Nate had loaded all the pies in and was now ready to deploy them. Carmen smiled with nervous excitement. It was time to get messy.

She and Nate had a special challenge for this session. Since they were celebrating Cince de Mayo, each pie was filled with a savory, Mexican-food filling and completely covered up by sour-cream topping. To "win a special reward," she would have to guess each flavor after the pie was smashed in her face (and no fingers were allowed). To win, she would have to guess each flavor correctly. She didn't know what he was putting in the pies for certain, but she had quite a few ideas of what was in store for her. Nathan had also doubled up and made two of each pie flavor.

She stood tall--legs planted firmly apart. She breathed heavily: almost on the verge of sweating. Excitement filled her eyes as she watched Nate slowly pick up one of the pies. He came toward her with it as slowly as he could--testing the weight of the heavy pie in his hands as he walked. She gulped loudly as he came nearer. Her knees began to quiver and the pie came closer and closer. She held her hands firmly on her hips--determined not to obstruct the pies in any way.

He brought the pie up under her chin. She looked down and eyed the cool, gooey sour cream below her. She took a deep sniff, but could only smell the sour cream without hint of what lay beneath. Her breathing grew even heavier as Nate tauntingly said,

"So, Carmen, do you want this pie?"

"Ohhh, yes! Oh yes!" She replied.

"I don't know...it doesn't sound like you actually want it."

"Oh, no! I want it! I want it SO bad! Please, give me that pie!" Nate took the pie, and reared back his arm, and was about to throw when he stopped. It was just a feint. Carmen gasped. He brought the pie close to her once more and began taunting her with it again.

"Are you really sure you want this pie?"

"Yes! Give me the pie! Ohh, just give me the pie!" She pleaded. She looked at him with her cute, begging eyes.

"You sure you want this creamy, delectable, deep-dish pie?"

"Oh, just give it to me, already!! Give me the pie! I want a pie!!" She cried. He kept the pie moving--constantly pretending he was about to smash it and she flinched at every feint. With her heart pounding in her chest, she pleaded,

"Go on! Smash that pie! Please! Pie me in the face! I want PIE!"

"You want this pie?" She nodded enthusiastically in reply. "Well, all you have to do is say the four magic words." Carmen's eyes immediately lit up. With only the slightest moment of hesitation, she shouted,

"Let me have it!"

"KER-SPLATTT!!!" The hit was quick and fierce. Sour cream splattered everywhere. It went all over the walls the floor, the tarped furniture, the ceiling, and especially Carmen's dress. Carmen barely had time to shut her eyes before her face was engulfed in cold sour cream. The tin was comically stuck to the front of her face. Sour cream and filling spilled out of the bottom and down all over her chest as she opened her mouth and licked her ruby lips. Along with the sour cream, she was greeted with a thick, gooey, mushy filling she recognized immediately.

"Buhh!" She gasped from behind her tin-mask. "Refried beans!" Shortly after saying it, the tin slid off and fell to the floor near the hem of her dress. It revealed a lattice of cracked Graham cracker crust fragments in front of a brown blob of refried beans that was mixed in around the edges with sour cream. It slowly oozed downward and began to plop down onto her dress and the floor in large, sliding drips. Nate smiled and laughed,

"You got it. Ready for the other one?"

As the majority of the mess fell from her face, Carmen replied with a slight laugh,

"Alright." Then,

"SMUSH!" Nate shoved the second refried bean pie into her face while holding the back of her head with his other hand. He made sure to smear the pie with its cold, greasy filling well into her face. The pie tin immediately fell to the tarped floor and Nate heard a surprised "Oo-ooh!" Come from Carmen. He had smeared the pie in well and her face was coated in the mix of slimy bean-paste and sour cream. Nate was ecstatic. After a moment of Carmen licking her lips and trying to eat the pie as the goop dripped down, Nate asked,

"Ready to try and guess the next pie?" She smiled and laughed, then said,

"A huevo!" That was a yes. He brought forth a new pie--one that looked identical to the last. With a short range, he threw the pie shot-put style into her face.

"Spl-shh!" went the pie as a ring of sour cream splatter shot outward from the rim. Though the tin slid off after only a moment, it was a direct hit. The pie's payload coated the entire front of her face. Instead of dark brown, the payload behind the crust and mixed into the sour cream was a mushy-looking green substance. She opened her mouth to breathe then took a lick. She smiled and continued to lick more from her mouth as it slid downward. Then, she said,

"Holy Guacamole!" Guacamole was one of her absolute favorite foods. Nate smiled and answered,

"Guacamole! You're two-for-two!"

By now, the top of her dress was starting to get quite messy. Sour cream covered her shoulders, was dripping down onto her skirt, and completely plastered the front of her blouse. Refried beans and guacamole were centralized on her chest and slowly sliding downward--dropping onto her skirt in large plops. Carmen continued to smile. Her mother would have a heart attack if she could see her now.

The second guacamole pie came crashing into her face after she begged Nate to smear it in. As globs of guac slid down her face, she did her best to lick them up as they fell. She was very tempted to use her fingers to eat more of the guacamole, but on her hips they remained unmoved. She couldn't see through the cream and guacamole over her eyes when she heard Nate say,

"Ready to guess the next one?" She gave a light nod, tensed up, then Nate threw the next pie. This time, his aim was a bit off and the pie hit her chest. He used this as an opportunity to smear it all over her top. Carmen taunted him, saying,

"Ha! You missed! Hahahaha--"

Her laugh was cut off abruptly when the second pie got shoved in her face. She almost choked as a ton of sour cream and a new substance filled her mouth. As she chewed on the new payload, she recognized the yellow, slimy filling of this pie that now dripped from her face.

"Creamed corn," she said with confidence. Nate applauded her. Carmen shivered a bit. The creamed corn, as well as the guac, beans, and sour cream were all quite cold. It gave her no discomfort, though. To her, it only added to the utter humiliation which she now reveled in. She now dared Nate to bring on the next pie.

"SPLAT!" With a mighty crash, the pie impacted her face and the tin stuck firmly over the mess. She could feel that this was a thick, gooey one with a filling far slimier than even the ones that came before. The smell that filled her nostrils immediately told her what was in the pie, and she squealed with delight.

"Queso!" She said. Once more, Nate applauded as he was becoming pretty sure she'd guess all the rest correctly. Carmen was a bit of a foodie, and there were few foods she hadn't or wouldn't try. She lapped up all the cold queso around her mouth, and when it ceased to drip down, she begged Nate for the next queso pie.

He delivered and made sure to smear it in well. To her, the runny queso was the best flavor yet. She exclaimed,

"Mmmm, that was good!" Nate commented,

"You like that, huh?" She nodded enthusiastically once more. "Well, try this one, then!"

"SPLUP!" went the next pie as Nate smeared it in her face. Whatever the filling was in this one, it came trickling down her face and chin and fell onto her chest. She tried to taste it and found the task a bit difficult. The flavor that greeted her informed her immediately as to what it was.

"Ughhh! Black beans!" She moaned. Black beans were one of the very few foods she could hardly stand. This time, she ceased to lick at the falling pie and simply let the mess come sliding down. Nate said,

"Ready for the next one?" Carmen cried,

"Ohh! Not another black bean pie!" At this, Nate showed some mercy and only smashed it on the top of her head. Balanced atop her now-ruined flower headpiece, the tin made for a nice, little hat. She felt the cool globs of sour cream and many beans sliding down her forehead. The pie continued to blind her, and thus, she did not expect what came next.

"KER-SPLSH!" She felt her face sandwiched between two pies. Both tins stuck to either side of her face for over ten seconds before they slowly slid away. This time, she had a difficult time determining the flavor. All she could taste was a lot of sour cream. Nate revealed that he had filled both entirely with sour cream--no filling. Now, she could feel the next one coming.

"SPLOOTCH!" This pie had the coldest and runniest payload yet. It came cascading down her chin and spilled all over her dress. But as she got a taste of the quickly dripping filling, she about sang with delight.

"Salsa! Yesss!!!" She licked up as much as she could, and before she was finished, Nate gave her the second one. This one, he brought in from a higher angle--giving more opportunity and time for the salsa to ooze down her face. She absolutely loved it--looking upwards as he smeared it in.

After giving her a good few minutes to enjoy the salsa, Nate threw the next pie at her. The filling in this one was cold, mushy, chewy, and incredibly greasy. She whinced when she realized what it was.

"Ohhh, Nate! You HAD to put Taco Bell meat in this!" In answer, he slammed the second pie in her face. She was not amused. She let the mushy, grimy stuff that passed for meat slowly fall from her face. She said with a slight, playful scowl,

"The next pie had better be good!"

"Ker-SPLATT!" came the answer. Immediately, she knew this pie was different. Instead of sour cream, her face was now splattered in cool whip. And as she tasted the cold, slimy filling of this new pie, she asked surprised,

"Is this...Arroz con Leche?" Nate answered,

"Indeed it is! You've had your Fiesta, now its time for dessert." She smiled. Arroz con Leche was a smooth, sweet rice pudding. Nate shortly took the next one and smeared it in well. These were two pies she enjoyed greatly.

Just as as Nate was doing the wind-up for the next pie, Carmen--still unable to see--lifted her hands from her hips for the first time in the session, reached out, and said,

"Wait! ...hand me that pie." Nate replied,

"And just what do you plan on doing with it?" She smiled and said in a mocking tone,

"You'll see..." Now expecting the worst, Nate handed over the pie. Carmen felt it in her hands. It was quite large and heavy. She brought back her arm and prepared to throw it at Nate. Nate closed his eyes just as Carmen swung it around and smashed it as hard as she could right into her own face. Nate laughed to see the tin firmly stuck on her face once more. From behind the tin, she said,

"Mmm! This is caramel flan!" Caramel flan was her favorite dessert--a sweet, Mexican custard she had taught Nate how to make. He had filled the pie up with a creamier version of the dessert. As she tasted the sweet custard, she instructed Nate to turn up the background music. With the pie still in her face, she picked up the sides of her now drenched and heavy skirt and began to dance.

With the hem of her skirt in each hand, she began to spin round while twirling the skirt. As the skirt flew up while she spun, it sent all the loose food covering it in every direction. She painted the tarped walls of the living room in cream and food-stuffs...as well as the front of a laughing and clapping Nate.

She was ecstatic. The utterly ridiculous feeling of dancing about while covered in so much food was fantastic. When the song came to an end, she struck a pose, took a bow, smiled, then looked up and received the final pie.

"Smmushh!" As it dripped down, she finally released her skirt, and used her fingers to wipe out her eyes. When she saw Nate smiling widely, she looked herself over and broke down laughing.

As she looked about and began to think of cleaning up, Nate said,

"Well, congratulations! You guessed every flavor correctly! After getting a shower, how about I give you your 'reward' before we take a siesta."

Carmen flew to him and pressed her incredibly messy dress to his body. She threw her arms around his neck and said,

"How about you give me my reward right now on the floor--in all the sloppy mess." She then began to kiss him like he'd never been kissed before.

It truly was for both of them, a great Cinco de Mayo.

The end.

(*All images were found on Google and do not belong to me*)