Courtney glanced in the mirror and checked her lipstick for the nineteenth time this afternoon. Impeccable, as it had been the 18 times before. She glanced at her phone, 3:15 PM. "Relax, he's only 15 minutes late." she consoled herself, though a nagging voice in the back of her head told her it was the woman's job to make the boy wait, not the other way around. She checked her messages again, nothing since last night, "May I pick you up at 3:00 PM tomorrow? This place is exclusive and it's nearly impossible to get a table. with a wink emoji. "Who still uses those?" she grumbled impatiently.



She turned back to check her look in the mirror, the baby blue satin evening gown cascaded elegantly down her gorgeous hips. She broke into a smirk, she looked stunning and she knew it. Not in a haughty way, merely observed fact. Her best friend had assured her last summer that she'd wear the bridesmaid's dress again, and in this case it was true.



3:17 PM: Perhaps she was putting too much pressure on this date. She and Justin had been seeing each other for nearly two months now. Time together felt effortless, they shared so many interests and not a few kinks, but she was hoping by now for some assurance that he really understood her. It's not like she hadn't dropped hints. When they'd first met for coffee she'd playfully swiped a dollop of whipped cream across his nose playfully which he'd reciprocated by playfully wiping his nose on her soft cheek delicately. She remembered how her heart had skipped a beat, but it hadn't escalated beyond that. She'd sent him videos of people accidentally slipping in mud and hinted, "That looked fun!" It was so frustrating trying to get a read on him. She hoped this date would either make or break things. At least shake things up a little.



At 3:19 PM she heard Justin's car pull up outside and she felt a bit embarrassed for having worried. He leapt to the front door carrying a dozen roses and a small box, dressed in a dark but summery suit and crisp white dress shirt with a light gray tie. He also was wearing very slightly too much cologne, the poor boy was obviously trying hard. She greeted himm with a warm kiss and graciously accepted the flowers and the small box. "You didn't have to bring me anything!" Courtney cooed politely.



Justin blushed, "We've been dating for awhile, it's kind of for us." he admitted. She opened the colorful box. Inside was a note, "If you're comfortable, I wanted to give you this." read the note with a hand drawn heart. Inside was a small wearable vibrator with a remote. Grinning wickedly, Courtney wrapped him in a hug, "Thanks, shall I put it on now?" she asked sweetly. Justin nearly gave himself whiplash nodding. Courtney giggled softly and disappeared into the bath, reemerging momentarily, smoothing her satin dress. She dropped the remote into his shaking hands with her lithe fingers and winked. He mashed a button playfully as Courtney's eyes widened for an instant. Satisfied, Justin pressed the off button and dropped the remote into his suit pocket.



Opening the door for her, he apologized. "I'm sorry I'm late, it took me longer than I'd anticipated to finish up a few things."



Courtney warmly smiled, "It's no problem at all! Now, can you tell me where you're taking us?" she asked, then dropping her voice conspiratorially, "Or is it a secret?"



"Well, it's very exclusive. In fact, it was very hard to get a table there." Justin responded enigmatically. "But I suspect you'll find it perfectly to your taste."



Courtney grinned at the mystery as the car headed into the countryside rather than into the city as she might have expected. down a two lane road the satnav directed them to a gap in the hedgerow and past a small stone cottage, then a row of dairy barns, the smell of cows and the grainy scent of cattle feed was strong in the warm late summer air. Justin maneuvered the car beyond the barns to an open field.



Courtney couldn't believe her eyes. In the center of the field was an elegantly set table and chairs, its white table cloth flapping in the gentle breeze. Arranged on either side were two folding tables with matching white tablecloths piled high with pink bakery boxes. A silver champagne chiller in the center of the table was sweating with condensation, the last bit of ice bravely performing its duty in the bright sun. An ice chest set beneath the tables waiting to re-stock. It was then Courtney noticed a potential problem. thick brown mud surrounded the table for fifty feet on all sides. She couldn't tell how deep it was, although a nearby digger suggested it wasn't an accident. Other farm equipment was positioned nearby, obscuring most of the scene from the road. Justin parked beside the muck and stepped quickly over to the passenger door to escort Courtney from her seat, his expensive Italian dress shoes sinking deeply into the mire. Courtney giggled and swung her toned legs out of the car, placing her stiletto heels into the muck where they vanished nearly immediately.



"I told you it was difficult to get a table here." Justin grinned. Courtney wrapped him in a hug, nearly toppling them both over. "This is perfect!" she giggled. Justin offered her his arm and thy slowly picked their way to the table, the hem of her dress and Justin's suit pants quickly soaked to their knees as the plodded to the table. Justin seated Courtney before retrieving two large pink boxes from the nearby table, placing one at each place setting. He popped the champagne and poured Courtney a glass, and them himself.



Opening the bakery box, Courtney saw a massive banana cream pie. "I've picked up on your many hints, but I wasn't sure if you preferred pie fights or mud, so I thought why not both?" Justin grinned.



"Both are nice," Courtney began, before lifting her pie and playfully twisting it into Justin's surprised face. "Pie is best when it's shared." she explained, licking the cream from her fingers.



"Are you sure?" Justin asked, lifting his own chocolate cream pie, smushing it gently into his date's beautiful face, ruining her makeup. Courtney's pink tongue cleared her red lipstick from the brown and white of the pie. "Mmmm, that's good!" she observed calmly, letting the pie drip down her nose and chin and onto her chest and lap.



"There's more where that came from." Justin swept his arms toward the two other tables laden with bakery boxes and catering tins. "Would you like me to serve you, or would you prefer buffet style?" he grinned cheekily.



"I think I'd like you to serve me." observed Courtney, the double entendre not lost as Justin blushed.



"Very well then, please allow me, then Miss." Justin plodded through the thick mud to the nearest table, lifting a large pink box and carting it back to the table laboriously, desperate not to topple into the thick mud. He calmly set four pies out from the box, lifting the first. "Would you mind standing for a moment please?" He asked. Courtney stood, smoothing her dress again. Justin set the pie down on her chair, "Thank you, you may be seated." he grinned. Courtney raised her eyebrow but sat smoothly into the thick pie which oozed out and stained her satin dress and dripped down her calves. Justin grinned and slipped his hand into his pocket, finding the remote. Mashing the button, Courtney inhaled sharply before letting out a soft moan. Justin pressed the button once more and the vibrator surged in intensity. He took her moment of distraction to place the two pies onto her breasts, twisting them gently, holding the tins in place for a moment while Courtney gasped before reaching for the remaining pie, placing it face down into her lap with a splat while mashing the button once more, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Satisfied, Justin returned to his chair and watched the show as Courtney permitted her hands to explore the sticky pie coating her, reveling in the sensations and mess, fingers gliding through the sticky cream and pie crusts.



Her breathing increased and she began to close her eyes and sway, biting her lower lip. She heard Justin stand again and felt warm hot fudge envelop her hair and course down her shoulders and arms, pooling in her lap among the pie. Her breathing quickened again. Then, the vibration stopped. Her eyes shot open. "Don't stop!" she exclaimed hungrily. Justin just sat there smirking, twirling the remote by its strap teasingly. She lunged for it as Justin threw it into a puddle of thin mud several feet away. His Cheshire cat grin vanished when, instead of going for the remote, Courtney charged at him, tacking him into the thick mud beside the table. Pinning his arms at his side with her knees, Courtney piled mounds of thick, smelly mud onto his suit and massaged it into his hair, before wiping two massive handfuls of muck across his still smug face. "Wait here." she hissed. He dared not move. Clawing her way to the table, she elected an enormous trifle, tugging open his trousers and sloppily dumping the cream and lumpy fruit into his underwear. She selected another cream pie, slamming it forcefully into his face again, depositing the tin on top of his head before standing once more.



"Now, where was I?" Courtney asked no one in particular before turning for the remote. She stepped towards it, plunging immediately up to her chest with a yelp. "That spot is a bit deeper." observed Justin unhelpfully. Courtney rolled her eyes before reaching out again for the remote, successfully snatching it this time. She gave him a victorious smile before mashing the button to full strength again to finish what she'd started. Closing her eyes again, she allowed her body to float in the slop while the electronic invader worked its magic. She plunged her hair back into the mud as waves of orgasm washed over her. Breathing heavily, she slumped back over to her chair glowing beneath the layers of thick brown mire. Justin chuckled. Courtney dove across the table, obviously pleased with himself, tackling him back into the thick muck.