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.

Roisin and I met online. I remember seeing her profile picture for the first time the photographer had captured her mid-dance, with her head tilted towards the camera, eyes sparking, lips smiling, and her mid-length curly brunette hair looking amazing. I just had to get to know this young woman!

Luckily, we hit it off in conversation too and were soon sending each other pretty long messages about anything and everything. She mentioned a TV series she'd been watching and I saw an opportunity to test the waters. "What kids TV programmes did you like watching?" I asked. She came up with some of the usual favourites (Blue Peter, Byker Grove, that sort of thing) and conveniently asked me the same question too. We found common ground on the favourites and I threw Live & Kicking into the mix. "I never got to watch Saturday morning TV we were always busy as a family" came her reply. "Ah, it was a bit like this" I responded, and sent her three links. She liked the first two (the theme music/opening and a segment where they interviewed celebs on a sofa) along with the message "That looks like a fun programme!". What really made my heart jump though was her reaction to the third video, which showed Myleene Klass being gunged, to which she posted a laughing face. "You found the gunging funny?" I enquired. "Of course!" she replied, "who wouldn't?!". "So you wouldn't mind that happening to you for charity then?". "I would be up for it if it was for charity!". My heart skipped a beat, then went into overdrive when she also said "I've kinda always wondered what it would feel like to be gunged, lol". I was really hoping something good would come from this conversation!

Things continued to go well, but with the major challenge that we were several hours apart. We first met near her home town. I travelled up that afternoon and we met for drinks that evening. The conversation flowed and we definitely had a connection. We met up again the next day for a long stroll and a late lunch. We continued chatting about anything and everything, so I risked following up in person on our online conversation. "So, there's something you said online I just have to ask you about". "Sure!", she laughed, "hit me with it!". (If only there had been a custard pie to hand!) "You said you'd always wondered what it would feel like to be gunged " I let the statement hang in the air between us. Roisin laughed and brought her hand up to her face. "You're not going to tell me there's a gunge tank anywhere near here, are you?!" "No", I laughed, "although I can look one up if you're really that keen?!" She laughed again. "I'd rather not mess my hair up today!". "That's why I'm so surprised at what you said", I told her. "Your hair looks amazing in all your photos, and in real life of course". "Thank you" she blushed. After a pause, she continued "I don't know, I guess it's always looked like such a silly thing to do, and I do like my hair to look good, but I wouldn't mind it happening once, just to find out what it really feels like." She paused. "I sound a bit mad" she laughed. "Kind of" I acknowledged with a laugh too, "but also good fun". She smiled. "So, do I have your permission to sign you up to the first charity gunging I ever hear about?" I ventured, gazing deeply into her eyes as I awaited her response. "I can hardly say no know, so I guess I'll have to go along with it if you do!" she laughed. Our conversation moved along nicely, but a plan was already brewing in my mind.

A couple of weeks of chatting later and we had a new plan in place for Roisin to meet me near my home. I was working a Saturday job back then, so could only meet her late afternoon, but had kept all evening and all of the next day free for her. She was pretty relaxed about arriving early since apparently there was a chain of hair stylists nearby that she had always wanted to try. I can't say I ever had another date who got their hair done professionally immediately before a second date, but I was already turned on at the thought of the effort she was going to go to. And that had nothing (or at least very little!) to do with what I was hoping I'd talk her into later that evening!

That Saturday was one of the slowest ever! I spent the whole day counting down until my shift ended. I was glad to hear she had arrived, had got to the hair stylist on time, and had gone for a cocktail while waiting for my shift to end. I left work at the earliest opportunity! When I saw Roisin at the bar, I literally stopped in my tracks. She had a pretty dress on and matching peep-toe heels. The bar stool she was posing on showed off her feet and legs perfectly. And of course her hair looked perfect. She had had a little bit of length taken off, straightened, and a blow dry such that her hair had a bounce and shine that I could hardly keep my eyes off her. To top it all off, she had her nails painted a deep shade of red, which she hadn't done for our first date. I was pretty confident she had something special in mind for later that evening, and I certainly wasn't going to say no to that. Hopefully there were two special activities for that night though, not just one. "Hello" I smiled. "You look amazing!" She blushed, clearly glad at the effect on me her appearance had had. "I had enough time to go to the nail saloon too" she blushed in confession. "It was definitely worth the wait of a full shift!" We both smiled. The evening had started well.

Dinner and drinks followed before we headed back to mine. Just holding Roisin's slim waist and feeling her body sway slightly in her heels was already making me excited for the rest of the evening, but I couldn't let myself get carried away quite so soon! We started making out pretty much as soon as we were through the door. I wasn't going to let anything disturb that, so it was quite some time before we moved back to any conversation! When we did, I let Roisin in on what I'd been planning. "I have a bit of a surprise for you", I whispered. "Tell me!" she smiled. "I have an envelope here ready for your favourite charity", I smiled at her. "All you have to do is say yes to being gunged, right here, right now." "Of my god!" She was clearly shocked! "Yes!" she half squealed. My heart was thumping so hard. "You can even help mix up the custard" I said. Then she paused. "Custard?" she asked. "Sure", I said, unsure on where this was going to go. "I thought it was going to be gunge, like on TV?" she literally looked so disappointed. I hadn't seen this coming. I had bought and mixed up TV gunge once before, but not found it to be as good as ready-made custard. I knew that yellow slime would like amazing all over her brunette locks, so hadn't thought for a second that she may so no to custard, even though she would say yes to gunge! I had to ad lib. "I did loads of research into finding the right substance for feel and consistency" I told her. "It's impossible to get hold of TV gunge" (I was lying here, but desperate times caused for desperate measures) "but I have it on very good authority that custard has virtually the same feel as TV gunge". Roisin was still hesitating and I found myself wishing I'd bought natrasol in advance. I didn't have a Plan B though, so I had to push on. "I think you'll look amazing in yellow too" I teased. She smiled at this, and running her hands through her perfect hair, reluctantly said "I guess there's only one way for us to find out if that's true. I just wish you'd told me I needed to bring an extra outfit!". I smiled at this. "There's a little something for you laid out in the bedroom" I winked at her. She flashed me a smile before heading straight to the bedroom and, with a sultry look back over her shoulder, closed the door behind her.

I'm pretty sure the fact we'd both been drinking for the evening helped create a relaxed mood and I was more glad than I can say that she'd finally said yes. It would have been a travesty to have a beautiful young lady at home, willing to be gunged, but to have messed up on the supplies!

A couple of minutes later Roisin reappeared in the little black dress I'd purchased for her. I had been influenced by a video I had seen online by a gorgeous redhead who had detailed how a young lady should receive a gunging, particularly her advice that the dress/top needed to reveal some cleavage so "the gunge has somewhere to go". Roisin's bare arms looked incredible, as did her legs, which were visible through a daring slit at the side of the dress, which reached down to her shapely calves. The cowl neckline revealed just enough of her cleavage to set my heart racing again. "I can't believe you'd go to the effort of buying me a sexy dress!" "I can't believe you'd go to the effort of getting your hair, make-up, and nails done ready for your gunging!" "Don't you mean for my custarding" she retorted, poking her tongue out at me. Ouch! "So what happens next?" "Well, for that cheekiness, you can start by slipping your heels back on for me". With a further poke of the tongue, she did as she was told. "And now you can prepare the bucket of lovely sliminess while I get the room ready". I was being cheeky too, but seeing Roisin kneeling down, pouring carton after carton of gooey, slimy custard and mixing it all together in a large bucket was an incredible turn on. That feeling was heightened only by the sight of her dipping her hands into the yellow goo, swirling them around, watching the mess drip off her perfectly painted nails, and seeing her massage her slippery hands together while giggling at the texture. "I think it's time you experienced that feeling over more than just your hands and perfectly manicured nails, don't you?!"

I took Roisin by her hands and gently lifted her to her feet. We made out again as I walked the tightrope of fully embracing her body without being tipped over the edge of enjoying her and the anticipation of what was about to happen to her. I led Roisin over to the paddling pool I'd set up especially for the purpose and helped her balance as she slowly stepped in. She knelt down gently and smoothed the bottom of the dress over her legs, making sure that the split revealed her legs all the way up to her thighs. The view of the top of her breasts from above was ridiculously tantalising. We caught each other's' eyes and smiled. "Any regrets about how willing you said you were to raise money for charity?" I enquired. Roisin slowly ran her hands through her hair as she gazed at me, before admitting "I'm definitely looking forward to finding out how it feels, although I'm a little apprehensive too. That's a large bucket of custard just for little me!" "I wanted to make sure you got the full experience" I laughed as I lifted the bucket up over her head. "Why don't you count down from five for me" I suggested. "Five", her voice came out higher than she expected, which generated a fit of laughing! "Okay, okay. Four, three, two" she managed all relatively controlled, before squealing out "one", hunching her shoulders, and bringing both her hands up to cover her face. Normally, I would have been a little disappointed to see that happen, but her dark red nails made such a perfect contrast to her gorgeous brunette hair and to the bright yellow custard, and knowing that her hair had perfectly been styled just a few hours ago and was now poised directly below a bucket filled to the brim with gooey yellow custard meant I didn't actually mind at all. Roisin looked so cute in that position that I only allowed myself a second to appreciate her before gradually tipping the bucket over her head while she held an almost perfect pose.

The custard poured directly onto her gorgeous hair and spread out in a small, but perfectly formed dome over her head. I moved the bucket around slightly as I continued to pour, making sure that Roisin experienced the feeling of gunge running down her back, over both her bare shoulders, down over her pretty face and cute nose, and ultimately slip down her cleavage onto her beautifully shaped breasts. I drew the gunging out for as long as I could while keeping a consistent flow, but eventually I had deposited my entire load all over her hair, face, and body. Roisin was laughing as she ran her hands through her hair once again before rubbing her custard-covered hands over her slippery arms and finally over her tempting, bare legs. "So, was it everything you hoped it would be?" I ventured. "Yes!" Roisin enthused. "I can't believe how heavy it feels when it's pouring over you or quite how slippery and slimy my body feels afterwards! And as for the feeling of running my hands through my hair all covered in gunge " Roisin shuddered involuntarily as she said this and her voice gently broke off. Then, looking at me while sensually biting her lip, she revealed "It's one of the most sensual feelings I've ever experienced".

It's safe to say that our evening was far from finished and a short while later we were having the most incredible sex you can imagine.