As it happened my third date with Mabel got postponed. It also wasn't at her place because the flat above her developed a leak and there was water dripping into her kitchen. At first, I'd assumed she was just making an excuse to back out of the budding relationship, but she reassured me this wasn't the case and still wanted us to meet up.

I spent a while considering where to go for our third date. I could book us a hotel room for the night or over a weekend. I'd heard that there was a nice place on the outskirts of town with scenic gardens which would be prefect for a romantic get together. But that was assuming we'd be spending the night together and in truth I didn't know whether this was going to be the case. So rather than spend money on what could be a waste of time, I went with the obvious option.

"How about coming over to my place?" I suggested over the phone.

"Great, I'll bring the desserts" Mabel replied.

Damn, I'd forgotten about Mabel's penchant of mess. I looked around my lounge and wondered whether the sofa and carpet would survive the date. Perhaps I need to get some plastic sheeting to cover them with although that would hardly contribute to the atmosphere I was intending.

* * *

As the day of the third date arrived, I spent most of the morning getting things ready. I must have spent a good two hours cleaning the house before rearranging the furniture in the lounge, so I had both a dining space for two and a comfortable seating area. I made myself a quick cheese and pickle sandwich for lunch before heading out for some finishing touches.

Into my shopping bag went two bunches of flowers and a bottle of sparkling wine. I already had the meal sorted but was lacking a starter so spent some time looking around the local supermarket waiting for inspiration to strike; unfortunately, it didn't so I decide to go without.

"Sod it" I muttered as I left the store.

Arriving home, I put the wine to chill and filled a couple of vases with the fresh flowers, putting the smaller one on the dining table and the larger one in the corner of the lounge. As it was still some time before Mabel was due to arrive, so I treated myself to a hot relaxing bath before having a shave. I then changed into a pair of boxers, socks, a pastel shirt, chinos and put on a pair of slip ons before heading downstairs to doublecheck on all my preparations.

I had just switched the oven on to bake our evening dinner when the front door camera detected movement. I quickly lowered the lighting levels and put on some mood music then stepped into the hallway and opened the door before Mabel had a chance to press the doorbell.

"Please come in" I beckoned her.

Mabel wore the same long camel coloured coat from our trip to the art gallery but quickly removed it to reveal a black fishnet minidress through which I could clearly see her bra and knickers. She also carried a large carrier bag but to be quite honest I was slightly distracted with ogling her body that I failed to pay much attention to it.

"You look amazing" I stated.

"Why thank you kind sir" she responded.

I escorted her through to the lounge where I'd prepared our little love nest. The flickering light and gentle music gave it a romantic ambience and I'd thrown a burgundy blanket over the sofa to add a splash of colour to the room. On the coffee table were a couple of champaign flutes, a bottle of prosecco resting in a bucket of ice and a small bowl of ripe strawberries. Mabel actually clapped in excitement when she saw the drinks.

I added a couple of strawberries to the glasses before popping the cork on the prosecco and pouring our drinks. I handed the first to Mabel before taking mine up as we sat on the sofa enjoying one another's company as we engaged in some small talk before the oven went ping.

"Dinner is ready" I announced.

"Fabulous" she answered.

Mabel took a seat at the table whilst I went into the kitchen and retrieved two foil parcels from the oven. It was only then that I noticed Mabel's carrier bag on the counter but as I had my hands full, I couldn't examine it. Instead, I carried the foil parcels to the dinner table and opened them up with a flourish of steam to reveal baked salmon and asparagus in garlic butter sauce. Madel and I didn't talk much as we ate but she seemed to enjoy it.

We retired to the sofa for another drink, and I was about to make my move when Mabel put down her drink and with a devilish smile jumped upon me. Her tongue penetrated my mouth as we made out and for the first time, I actually got to fondle her amazing body. I was enjoying fondling her arse when suddenly she got up and I wondered if I'd done something wrong.

"We forgot the dessert" she stated.

Before I could respond she disappeared into the kitchen. I was relieved not to have upset her but disappointed that our makeout session had been interrupted. I wondered what she had brought with her and got my answer moments later when she returned with a chocolate cream pie in hand.

"What are you planning to do with that" I asked nervously.

She answered my question with action rather than words by thrusting the messy dessert into my face and smearing it all around. As I sat there blinded by the pie filling, I thought I heard Mabel walk away. I waited for a moment or two and, not sensing anything else I reached up and wiped the cream filling out of my eyes. Looking up I saw Mabel standing in front of me with what appeared to be a blackcurrant cheesecake in one hand and a banana cream pie in the other.

Unsurprisingly I got my sandwiched between the two desserts before Mabel went back to her carrier bag for a final couple of items. First, she pulled out a family sized trifle which she put on the coffee table and then lastly a large carton of custard. She held the carton in one hand whilst she reached out with her other hand and pulled out the waistband of my trousers.

"Boxers, really?" she said disappointedly.

"They're my lucky pants" I explained.

Mabel gave me a little smirk before pouring the custard down into my crotch. It was pretty cold but the sensation of all that custard sloshing around in my underwear wasn't entirely unpleasant. However, Mabel wasn't quite finished with me as she picked up the trifle and quickly upending it brought it down over my head. I just sat there with cream, custard and fruit jelly dribbling down over my face and onto my shirt.

Then to my surprise Mabel sat down on the sofa and proceeded to make out with me even more passionately as if I wasn't covered in all the mess. Or maybe it was because of all the mess that she was so enthusiastic. But unfortunately, as all good things do, it came to an end as she got up and cleaned herself up.

"Next time you mess me up before fucking my brains out" she declared.

And with that she departed leaving me alone with a couple of questions: firstly, what they hell was she expecting from me for our next date and secondly, how the hell was going to get all this mess out of my lounge carpet?

To be continued...