(Follow up to "My Date with Mabel". Sorry there's not much WAM content in this part but hopefully this series is building to something)

After my first date with Mabel, I assumed I'd never hear from her again. However, the following morning I got a text message from her on saying how much she'd enjoyed it and asked when we could repeat it; I hoped she meant the date and not her thrusting a cheesecake into my face.

I spent quite a bit of time wondering how to reply. Yes, she'd humiliated me but she was smoking hot and I desperately wanted to see more of her. I'd usually suggest a nice romantic meal at a nice restaurant for a second date, but I realised I couldn't trust Mabel with food around. I did briefly think about the cinema but that provided limited opportunity to get to know her better.

"Fancy going to that new exhibition at the gallery?" I asked after calling her.

"Sure, sounds like fun" she responded.

I was both relieved she'd said yes and also nervous because despite suggesting visiting the gallery I knew almost nothing about art, I'd only proposed it because I'd seen a poster advertising it on the way to visiting a customer. So not wanting to come across as a complete philistine, I spent the next couple of evenings before the date reading up on the exhibition and trying to memorise the details of the artists and their respective work.

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We'd agreed to meet up outside the art gallery at eight although I knew Mabel would inevitably arrive fashionably late. I'd dressed smart causal in chinos, contrasting shirt, dress shoes, jacket and was wearing my lucky boxer shorts underneath. But more importantly than what I was wearing was what Mabel would be wearing; last time she'd worn an incredibly revealing short black dress which had dominated my dreams ever since.

Thoughts about Mabel and what she would be wearing preoccupied me for some time. So much so that I didn't spot Mabel when she arrived, and only became aware of her when she had walked over to beside me and leaned into whisper into my ear.

"Evening gorgeous" Mabel purred.

I was shocked out of my wool-gathering and turned to look at her. I must admit to being somewhat disappointed to see Mabel was wearing a modest camel coloured coat rather than something sexy. However, I quickly put aside my regret and gave her a quick peck on the cheek which I wish had been on her ruby red lips instead, but it was a little too late for that now.

"You look great" I commented.

"You've not seen anything yet" she responded with a grin.

She proved moments later as we entered the gallery foyer and Mabel removed her coat and passed it to the attendant. Underneath she wore a metallic silver mini dress that showed off her amazing legs and did little, or nothing, to conceal her shapely body. Now even if the date didn't go well, I would at least have an image of her to fantasise about.

"Wow" I uttered.

Mabel flashed me another smile and took hold of my hand as we stepped into the gallery proper. There were a couple of waiters circulating around with drinks and table laden with canapes. I beckoned to one of the waiters and took a couple of glasses of champaign, passing one to my date before gradually escorting her in the direction of the food. Unfortunately, whilst the food was tasty it was hardly substantial.

"Not exactly a three-course meal, is it?" Mabel asked rhetorically.

"Let's go see the exhibition" I suggested.

We wandered through the gallery looking at the art. I tried desperately to recall some of the facts I'd researched but I was distracted by Mabel's dress and trying to imagine what was underneath. Luckily, she didn't seem to mind about my lack of art knowledge or my ogling of her.

We must have spent the better part of an hour looking around at the exhibits before we found ourselves back at the foyer. I went over to collect Mabel's coat whilst she hovered near the buffet table eyeing the canapes forlornly. The gallery might have filled our spirit, but the finger foods had done little to fill our stomachs. Walking back to my date I suddenly remembered that there was a fast-food outlet just down the street.

"Fancy a burger?" I asked.

I instantly knew I'd said the right thing as Mabel's face lit up. She quickly put on her coat and buttoned it up whilst I held open the gallery doors. We then strode down the street and went into the chain burger joint.

We had to wait a few minutes to be served as there were already a couple at the counter ordering. That gave us time to peruse the digital menu board showing the six-option available. When it was our turn, I ordered a cheeseburger and fries for myself and Mabel wanted a chicken fillet burger. We also both got a milkshake, her chocolate and mine strawberry.

"Thanks" she said as I handed over her food.

We sat down to eat the burgers, with Mabel stealing about half my fries in the process. It didn't take us long to finish the food as we were both clearly starving. Mabel had finished her drink but I had barely touched mine so decided to take it with me as we headed out. As it was now getting late and I know Mabel didn't live too far from the town centre, I offered to walk her home which she gladly accepted.

As we arrived outside her place, I was still wondering how the date would end. Taking my chance, I stepped up to her and gave her a kiss. I had intended it to be a cheeky little peck but as our lips met, she slipped her tongue into my mouth and we began to make out. I must admit I used to opportunity to run my hand over her body whilst still holding my drink with the other. Then as if acting on its own my other hand reached up and poured the remaining shake over Mabel's head.

"What the..!" she exclaimed.

I couldn't believe what I'd just done as I watched the think pink liquid run down her face. She took a moment to gather herself and wipe the shake from out of her eyes. Then she looked me in the eye and gave me a big grin before entering her home and shutting the door behind her.

I walked off confused as to whether I'd ruined my chances with Mabel or not. I walked to the end of her road and pulled my phone out to call an Uber. There was unread text message from Mabel thanking me for tonight's date and asking if I was free later on in the week for a meal at her place. I put my phone away and walked all the way home with a big grin on my face.

To be continued...