I had always considered the name Mabel as being an old woman's name. Of course, that was before I met an incredibly beautiful young woman called Mabel. She had dark shoulder length curly hair and an amazing figure even hidden as it was beneath the conservative dresses she usually wore. She worked in acquisitions for a commercial air conditioning company that I happened to sell components to.

It took me months and months before I worked up the courage to ask her out. It happened on a Friday morning and as I walked into the company office I noticed the displeased looks on the faces of the staff and then the out of order sign on their coffee machine.

"Fancy going out for a drink?" I asked Mabel.

If she said no and took offense I planned to apologise and explain that I only meant pop across the road to the coffee shop opposite as I'd noticed the broken machine.

"Well it's about time!" she said.

I was pleasantly surprised at her response and even more so when she wrote down her phone number on a post-it note and handed it to me. After that I was on cloud nine of the rest of the day and later that evening I gave her a call and arranged a first date the following Tuesday evening. I suggested a picnic in a local park; it was a relatively low key date which I thought took the pressure off both of us and also gave us plenty of time to get to know each another better.

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I had managed to borrow a traditional wicker picnic basket from a neighbour for the date. Over lunchtime on the day I texted Mabel to confirm everything was still on and received a positive response almost immediately. On the way home from work I popped into a supermarket to but some tasty treats to fill the basket with and whilst there also picked up some napkins and a good bottle of sparkling wine.

I changed into some smart casual clothes: a sports jacket, pastel shirt, blue jeans and office shoes. Underneath these I was wearing my lucky boxers but doubted these would get a showing this evening unless I got really, really lucky. Then getting into my car I drove the short ten-minute journey to the public park and parked up. I got out of the car and taking the picnic basket with me went to grab one of the few tables I knew were scattered around the park.

Placing the wicker basket on the table, I sat down on one of the benches and proceeded to wait for Mabel. From my vantage point I couldn't see any sign of her either in the park itself or the nearby car park, but then again, I was a few minutes early. I thought that like most women Mabel would make her entrance fashionably late. So, was somewhat surprised when I felt a tap on the shoulder.

"Nice to see you're on time" Mabel said.

Turning around I was in the process of formulating a joke about her being late when my mind went totally blank. Standing there beside me was Mabel, but not the Mabel as I knew her. Gone were the conservative dresses she usually wore and in their place was a shiny long-sleeved black mini dress.

The dress was so short it must have barely covered her bum, and I very much looked forward to testing this assumption when I got the chance, and it certainly showed off her wonderful long, shapely legs. It also had a zipper down the front which was partly undone and offering an irresistible view of her spectacular cleavage. I had never seen anything so sexy outside a Victoria's Secrets catalogue before.

"Are you okay?" she inquired.

Quickly gathering my wits, I respond "Absolutely, would you care to sit down?"

She sat down opposite me and glanced curiously at the picnic basket. I immediately opened it and began to set out napkins, plates, cutlery and glasses on the table. Then came the bottle of wine which I uncorked and allowed to breath whilst I brought out the food: sliced meats, mixed salads, pickles, crusty bread and a small selection of cheeses. Leaving the desert still hidden in the basket I poured both of us a glass of wine.

"This all looks fabulous," Mabel said "so to what do we toast?"

"How about, to a lovely evening?" I suggested.

We clinked their glasses together and drank. The wine was light and refreshing and I hoped Mabel liked it. I would have asked her, but further discussion was curtailed in favour of eating. I was glad to see that Mabel had a healthy appetite and was certainly making sounds as if she was enjoying the picnic. After eating we talked about the weather, politics, what we were watching on TV, in other words nothing too serious.

Throughout the date I tried my best not to ogle Mabel too much, but it was hard not to especially with so much bare flesh on display. I suspected she knew full well the effect her mini dress was having on me, which was why she had worn it in the first place. But I at least tried to act like a gentleman even if my thoughts sometimes strayed to baser urges.

Finally, as the evening started to draw in and the temperature began to lower I realised that the first date was ending. It was only then that I remembered the cheesecake that I'd bought earlier.

"Would you care for dessert?" I asked.

Mabel looked at me with with more than a hint of suspicion. Thinking about what I'd just said I guess it might have been misconstrued as asking for sex. So not wanting Mabel to think me too forward I gave her a reassuring smile before taking the cheesecake out of the picnic basket and placing it on the table between us.

It was rather large and decorated on top with blobs of fresh cream and cut strawberries. I was about to reach into the basket for a couple of fresh plates and some more cutlery when I noticed that Mabel was shaking her head.

"Sorry, I couldn't eat another thing," she said "although there is one thing I've always wanted to do"

"What's that?" I questioned her.

Mabel picked up the cheesecake and without a moment's hesitation she thrust it into my face. I was completely taken aback, not really believing what had just happened. I reached up and clawed some of the creamy dessert from my face and looked over to where Mabel had been sitting. But she was gone.

I sat there alone at the picnic table with a face full over dessert. I would probably have sat there all night, in equal measure of disbelief and confusion, except for the old couple walking their dog. They happened to stray over towards me and both burst out laughing when they saw the state of my face. Quickly getting up, I walked off towards my car.

To be continued..?