The following story is part of the "WAM Date" story set. All of the stories are based on real events, although the names of the young ladies have been changed to protect their privacy.

Emma and I met online. She only had one profile pic, but it showed off her silky smooth straight brunette locks, her pretty face, and delicate lips perfectly. I knew I wanted to chat to her, but she hadn't given much away about her likes and interests, which didn't give me much to go on. I decided to throw caution to the wind and daringly opened by asking her how she would feel if her best friend nominated her to be gunged. If you can't ask a complete stranger a ridiculous question, who can you ask, eh? Her response caught me completely by surprise. "I'd be so excited! I've always wanted to go in a gunge tank!" Best chat-up line ever! I responded that she "sounds like a lot of fun", but didn't push the gunge chat further quite yet.

We got to know each other online over the next few days. We definitely had enough in common to meet up so I suggested dinner. Emma was keen, but admitted she wasn't used to dating so wasn't sure she'd have enough conversation for a whole evening! I saw this as the chance to refer to gunge again and told her "Assuming our first date goes well, how about I promise to put you in a gunge tank on our second date?" "You have a deal!" she responded happily.

We met in town just outside the restaurant. Emma was modelling a knee-length little black dress that hugged her figure and showed off her bare shoulders. Her shapely calves were also on show and enhanced by the strappy black heels she was wearing. She had a pretty necklace on, which I asked her about. She blushed and admitted she had borrowed it from her housemate who had insisted she needed to wear a necklace with her outfit! We walked into the restaurant together and I admired her shapely body and silky-smooth hair from behind. Maybe she would wear something similar into a gunge tank in the near future!

Our conversation was pretty simple at first. I could tell how nervous she was and I was working hard to get the conversation flowing. Her face was lightly made-up and I was enjoying gazing into her brown eyes and admiring her delicate lips. We ordered wine (although she admitted she didn't drink too often) and unsurprisingly, after half a glass each, the conversation began to flow nicely! By the middle of the meal, I knew I wanted to see her again and I was very much hoping that she felt the same way. As we ate our dessert, I enjoyed watching her lick her lips after each spoonful of trifle and couldn't help wondering what she would look like with the custard and cream all over her head rather than merely caressing her lips. When it came to paying, Emma looked reluctant to let me pay, so I suggested a stroll together would even things up. Of course, that meant I could enjoy her company for longer! She agreed with a smile and I couldn't wait to slip my arm around her waist as we walked.

We strolled down to the river, which gave a pretty city backdrop at night. Emma was glad to have my arm around her since she confessed that she didn't wear heels too often and wasn't too confident walking in them! I told her how much they suited her and she admitted that she liked wearing them for how they looked. A memory from a previous date with Nicola stirred and I asked Emma if she had ever worn wedges? She said she hadn't and wondered why I asked. We were on a bridge over the river at this point so I took the chance to pause our walk so we could enjoy the view as I wrapped both arms around her and pulled her in close. I told her I'd heard they were the easiest style of heel to walk in as well as looking good. She giggled and said "I'd best go shoe shopping then!" "I hope you have a suitable occasion to wear them too?" I asked. "Do you want to gunge tank me on a second date?" she asked without pausing, gazing straight into my eyes. She'd definitely increased in confidence over the last few hours! My heart was beating hard as I responded, trying to sound as confident as I could, "definitely". "That's good, then I definitely have somewhere to wear my new heels!" "You really want me to condemn your perfect outfit to a gunging, not just your perfect hair, face, and body?" I asked. Almost breathlessly, Emma replied "I can't wait". Neither could I and we shared our first passionate kiss with the thought of Emma being gunged in both of our minds.

A few weeks later we met up again at the local train station. We had over an hour to travel to the venue, so we had plenty of time to chat more. Unlike our first date when Emma was dressed to the nines, she had on a pretty top, figure-hugging jeans, and simple pumps. Her long hair was styled straight and looked especially shiny. She looked perfect as she smiled shyly, which almost made me feel bad about what was in store for her except of course that she'd actually asked for this to happen to her.

We chatted and laughed a lot on the way there. We had the carriage mostly to ourselves to start, which meant we could talk freely. About half way there, a pretty Indian lady sat on the seats just across from us. Emma decided to try and embarrass me by mentioning her upcoming gunging loudly enough for the pretty Indian to hear! I quickly became aware of her looking over at us and Emma saw my eyes widen as this happened and laughed at the result her teasing was having! I tried desperately not to make eye contact with our pretty neighbour, but the desire was too strong. We only locked eyes for half a second, but I could see that she looked a bit flushed too. Emma pushed the conversation a bit more, before deciding (thankfully!) to ease up. I was going to have to find a way to get her back for her behaviour!

A few minutes later Emma took off for the on-board café. I sensed the pretty Indian feeling more animated. She looked up and down the carriage a few times and, almost as if fighting against her own instincts, she slipped out from her seat and a few seconds later sat down opposite me. "Hi! I'm Kiara! Umm, I think I heard you talking about gunge!" She giggled uncontrollably as she struggled to get the word "gunge" out. "Umm, this is so silly, but I've always wanted to be gunged too!" she practically blurted out breathlessly. "Here's my number. Maybe you'll give me a call?" She smiled quickly again as she slipped a folded piece of paper into my hand, and with that she snuck back to her own seat. You wait forever for a girl to confess she's always wanted to be gunged and before you know it, two appear at once!

The rest of our train journey passed without event and before we knew it we were walking to the venue. I could sense Emma's excitement building! We were shown to the room, given a quick briefing, then left alone to enjoy the experience. Emma could hardly take her eyes of the gunge tank. It looked exactly like the sort we used to see on TV. The stool was perfectly positioned in the middle and the vat above the tank was filled with a mix of pink and yellow gunge, just as I'd ordered. (Emma had spoken about an NHP gunging with exactly this colour mix and I knew it was going to compliment her brunette hair perfectly.)

"We're finally here!" Emma said excitedly, taking her eyes off the gunge tank for the first time and looking directly at me. She was smiling broadly, as was I. "Yes, it's time to take our second date up a level!" "I'm so looking forward to this!" she practically squealed. "Well, first things first, you'd better open these two presents before we go any further". Emma looked excitedly at the two wrapped parcels and peeled the paper off the first one to reveal a figure-hugging little black dress. It was similar to the one she'd worn on our first date, but more revealing, especially around her cleavage. Emma smiled widely. She practically ripped the paper off the second revealing a pair of red strappy wedge heels. I knew she was quite reserved when it came to colours, but since these were the first pair of wedge heels she was ever going to own and they were shortly going to be covered in gunge anyway, I though she may as well get used to being the centre of attention! "Oh, I can't wait to try these on!" Emma said excitedly. "That's good, because there's a changing room right over there for you" I laughed. Emma skipped off and I waited expectantly for her to return.

A few minutes later, Emma reappeared looking even more sexy than when we first met. She was clearly more confident wearing wedges than stilettos, which along with the fact they made the dress cling tightly to her bum as she swayed towards me made me even more excited for what was about to happen. Emma could clearly see the effect she was having on me! "I take it you approve?" she purred. "Absolutely" I replied, before slipping my arms around her and drawing her into me for a passionate kiss. Her body felt incredible pressed up against mine and I could feel her nipples harden throughout our embrace. I wanted to keep making out with her, but on this particular occasion, that could wait!

I pulled back and took in how perfect Emma looked. I took her hand and led her over to the gunge tank, enjoying the slight squealing noises she was already making in her excitement. "It's really about to happen!" she exclaimed. I opened the door and took her hand again as she stepped in. She didn't waste any time in slipping onto the stool inside, smoothing her dress down over her legs and placing her hands delicately in her lap. She swung her legs lightly as they dangled beneath the stool and looked up at the nozzle posed directly above her head and giggled, her whole body squirming in anticipation. It was all I could do to resist pulling the lever to gunge her immediately! There was something I had to get her back for first though.

"So, I couldn't help noticing how you tried to embarrass me on the train earlier" I informed her. Emma laughed loudly. "You looked so uncomfortable!" she teased. "I'm glad you feel so confident now" I told her with a smile "but there's no way I'm going to let you get away with that". "It's okay" Emma laughed again "you don't need an excuse to pull the lever I'm a willing gungee!" "Oh, I'm still glad to hear that, but that's not how I intend to punish you". "Oh? Then how?!" I had a scene in mind from Fifty Shades that I saw the chance to recreate in my favour. "I'm guessing you kept your underwear on beneath your new dress?" I asked. "I did" Emma replied, a hint of trepidation in her voice. Without missing a beat, despite my heart-rate going through the roof as I said it, "then slip your knockers off for me and all will be forgiven!" Emma's face was a picture of shock! "Really?" she asked breathlessly. "Yes!" I laughed. Emma brought her hands up to her face still in shock. "I've never done that in front of anyone before" she half whispered. "It's going to be a day of firsts for you then" I smiled broadly at her, hoping this gave her confidence. "As soon as you hand me your panties, I promise I'll let you experience what it feels like to be gunged!" Emma looked up at the swirling pink and yellow gunge concoction poised above her and, without the need for any more coaxing, decided she was going to go for it. Emma locked eyes with me as she slipped the bottom of her dress up slightly, slipped her hands inside, and slowly slipped her black silk panties down her shapely legs, around her ankles, and passed her heels. She looked incredibly shy as she held her hand out over the door of the tank and whispered "these must be for you". I stepped up to the tank and gave her a second passionate kiss as I relieved her of half her underwear. "I can't believe you made me do that!" she giggled. "I can't believe you didn't need more persuading!" I responded, my eyes shining as her checks went bright red.

I reached my hand up to the chain as I we kept eye contact. Emma starting squirming again in anticipation. "Any last words?" I asked, almost knowing for certain what she was going to say!" "Gunge me!" Emma laughed before scrunching her eyes shut and hunching her shoulders in anticipation. I didn't need asking twice and I pulled the chain, triggering a torrent of pink and yellow gunge all over Emma's previously perfect brunette hair, bare arms, and down onto her semi-exposed cleavage. Emma laughed throughout and made various squeals, exclamations, and moans of pleasure at the experience. The gunge covered her legs and heels too, which she continued to swing beneath her throughout the whole experience. She ran her fingers through her hair, commenting "this feels absolutely incredible". She had a huge smile on her pretty face and she looked especially adorable with the dollops of pink and yellow gunge that were posing on her cute nose and cheeks. Emma continued to enjoy the sensation of rubbing the gunge all over her bare arms and legs in a way no one had ever done in front of me before. To say this turned me on would be an understatement. "I take it you approve?" I asked, mirroring her question to me from earlier. "Best. Date. Ever!" she responded still laughing. "I can't wait until you get me home so I can show you my full appreciation!"