As the day of our fourth date drew ever closer, I was concerned that Mabel would cancel it like she had the previous one at her place. She'd agreed to host at her place which took most of the pressure off me as I didn't need to decide what to do and where to go. That just left me with the question of what to wear and more importantly what to bring with me.

If it had been anyone else, I'd be thinking flowers, wine and maybe chocolates. But with my and Mabel's ongoing tit for tat messy shenanigans, I was thinking a dozen cream pies would be more suitable. However, I was distracted from further musing when Mabel called.

"Just confirming eight o'clock at my place tomorrow evening" she said.

"I look forward to it" I replied.

And with that the date was on. I tried to envisage what Mabel would be wearing tomorrow, so far each date she had worn a something more daring than the previous time, which was saying something as she'd worn a sexy little black dress for our first date. Then it had been a silvery mini dress and lastly a fishnet sensation that left almost nothing to the imagination. I could only assume this time she'd be dressed in just her underwear.

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On my way over to Mabel's apartment I stopped by at a nearby supermarket to pick up some messy supplies. However, what I'd not considered was the confused or inquiring stares I'd get as I loaded my trolley with dessert after dessert from other customers. And that was nothing compared to the bewilderment shown by the cashier at my purchases.

"They're for a kids party" I explained.

I'm not sure she was convinced by my lie, but I hurriedly made my way out and over to the car. I'd already placed a couple of old sports bags into the boot so, I carefully stacked the desserts into them before returning my trolley and heading off.

It wasn't long before I was parking up outside Mabel's apartment, luckily there was plenty of free spaces. I quickly checked my appearance in the interior mirror to make sure I looked presentable before getting out of the car. I popped the boot open and stacked the two sports bags beside the door to the building before picking up the bunch of flowers and bottle of wine I'd purchased earlier. Then with those in hand, I pressed the intercom.

"It's me" I announced.

"Please come on up" she responded.

I heard a slight buzzer sound as the door unlock remotely, I carefully opened it and took hold of my bags with one hand. I quickly made my way up the stairs to the first floor and dropped my messy supplies to one side of Mabel's door before knocking on it.

She opened the door, and I was momentarily disappointed to see she wasn't just in her underwear. However, the short white dress she was wearing was very figure hugging and the more I looked the more obvious it became that she wasn't wearing a bra. I could only hope that meant she was also going commando and tonight would be my lucky night.

"Did you want to come in or just stand there ogling me?" she quipped.

I quickly gathered what little wits I had remaining and presented her with the flowers and wine before stepping into the apartment. I wasn't surprised to find her place was tastefully decorated and that there was a table set up with candles and an empty vase sitting upon it. Mabel indicated for me to take a seat at the table as she quickly arranged the flowers, I'd given her in the vase before disappearing into the attached kitchen.

She returned moments later with our starter which was a delicious leak and potato soup which we both quickly devoured. This was followed by the main course of creamy mushroom tagliatelle which we took our time over and enjoyed alongside the bottle of wine I'd bought over. There was then a moment of awkward silence between us.

"That was fantastic" I complemented Mabel.

"Thanks. I'll sort out some dessert" she said.

It was clear that Mabel had been expecting me to bring desserts and was somewhat disappointed because she thought I hadn't. Whilst she was in the kitchen rooting through her fridge freezer, I quickly cleared the table and opened the front door of the apartment to retrieve the two bags I'd hidden outside earlier. Then as I heard Mabel microwaving something I swiftly unpacked all the desserts I'd purchased from the supermarket and placed them on the table.

I had just retaken my seat when Mabel walked in with a couple of hastily prepared cookie dough puddings in hand. When she saw the table laden with desserts she was clearly taken aback and looked at me in amazement before breaking into a broad grin.

"Is that all for me?" she asked.

Nodding I got up and made my way over to Mabel. I took the desserts she had prepared and put them on a nearby shelf, in case we fancied something to eat later on. Then I led her over to the table and after placing a blueberry cheesecake on her chair, gestured for her to sit down. Mabel dropped herself into the waiting dessert, wiggling her bottom around enthusiastically as she did so and smiling expectantly at him.

I selected a cream pie from off the table and shoved it into her beautiful face, giving it a good rub around before dropping the empty case. I then picked up a carton of runny custard and held it above Mabel's head. She looked up expectantly as I stayed my hand and waited.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Absolutely" Mabel replied.

And with that I proceeded to pour the custard over her head, ruining her hairdo in the process. Not only didn't she seem to mind but in fact she was clearly enjoying the experience based upon the little moan I heard escape her lips. I took this as an invitation and leaned in to kiss her which she responded to with great enthusiasm.

After several seconds we broke apart and I went back to trashing her with the desserts. I sandwiched Mabel's head between a pair of pies and took a jug of chocolate sauce and slattered her white dress with it. Then I placed a large bowl of trifle in front of her on the table and taking hold of the back of Mabel's head I dunked it twice times into the dessert before releasing my hold.

"Time to get you out of those dirty clothes" I declared.

Mabel not only didn't resist but assisted me as I pulled down her short dress to expose her glorious breasts before rubbing a couple of pies over them and in the process coped of good feel. I then pulled off the dress completely to leave Mabel naked as the day she was born. I then grabbed the penultimate pie and smushed it between her legs and ground it around a little. As she began to pant, I took a jug of cream and poured all over her.

Mabel immediately stood up and grabbed the final pie. She indicated for me to strip off and waited patiently whilst I did so. Then stepping forward she took the pie and smashed it into her own face before kissing me passionately and leading me into the bedroom.

The end