14 comments/ 56664 views/ 16 favorites Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 01 By: topcattopone I was asked about my previous work. Here is one of my earlier stories, it is part one of a multi-part story. Let me know if you would like to see subsequent parts. Don't forget to vote and please comment either way. Sarah worked in the dry cleaning shop in the high street. Tom came in to collect some cleaning that he had left there a few days before. There was a bit of a problem immediately because Sarah couldn't find the correct items at first. She became a little flustered and blushed as she sorted through the rack for a third time. Her uniform tabard, held together by three press-studs at the side, was now only held together by one, the other two having been pulled open as she searched. Tom viewed her embarrassment with some amusement. Tom was an accountant in chambers with a local firm who specialised in agricultural and small business accounts. "I'm so sorry sir, I can't think what has become of your cleaning, I can see from your ticket that my colleague took care of it, I'm afraid I will have to ask him about it." Tom looked at her flushed face, a strand on her hair had come adrift and was hanging over her forehead. "Ok, so ask him." He said. "I'm afraid he is out for most of this afternoon, but I will try to ring him if you would like to wait." She was recovering her composure now. "Your colleague," Tom asked "Is he your boyfriend?" "Oh No!" she giggled "He's in his forties, just a bit too old for me, and married." She was twenty. Tom smiled and said, "I'll call back later. But I warn you, if you haven't found my stuff, there'll be a penalty to pay." "I'm sure that won't be necessary sir," she replied," "It must be here somewhere. Should the worst have happened and in the event of loss there will of course be compensation." "Hmm," Tom murmured, "We'll no doubt discuss it later. See you!" with that he left the shop. "Fred!" Sarah spoke into the phone, "I've had a Mr. Ward in and I can't find his suit!" She listened for a moment "Yeah, Ticket number 46752." "You what? No wonder I couldn't find it! When will you have it back here?...... Oh God he's coming back later, I don't know what he'll say." As she put the phone down another customer came into the shop. Tom Ward went back to the shop later that afternoon. He drew himself up to his full height and looking at her name badge, said "Well, Sarah, have you found my dinner suit?" "Yes, Mr. Ward, But I am afraid it is not here just at the moment. My colleague found a small stain that had not come out and took it with him this afternoon to rectify it. It will be back later just about closing time at 5.30." she smiled at him, her sweet clear smile on her beautiful complexion enchanted Tom they exchanged an eye to eye moment. "I see," said Tom, "then in recompense, I think you should do something for me." "What do you have in mind?" she asked. "Well I think the least you can do is to have dinner with me tonight and maybe take in a film." Tom studied her face, a glimmer of a smile appeared on her face for a mere moment. "She'll come!" he thought to himself. She looked him directly in the eye and weighed him up. He seemed a fairly straight sort of guy, she had nothing else planned so why not? "Thank you, I'll be delighted." They met at the appointed place in the town centre and he looked very pleased to see her. "I was not confident that you would come." He said as he kissed her lightly on the forehead. "I will admit I did wonder whether I should, but here I am!" She stood in front of him that warm summer evening, her arms stretched wide, "Will I do?" she asked with smile. He looked at her. She had on a light summer button through dress with a square neckline and a cardigan handing loosely over her shoulders. "Yes" he almost whispered. She slipped her arm through his and asked, "Where are we going for dinner?" The restaurant was only a short walk away, Sarah having dropped her cardigan off her shoulders revealing the little cap sleeves on her dress as soon as they were seated. They had a good meal, where they laughed a lot, learnt something about each other and enjoyed a very nice bottle of wine. They seemed to be getting on very well, when over coffee, Tom took her left hand and clasped it in both of his. He spoke, not catching her eye, and said, "Sarah, I love your dress you are wearing tonight and I wonder if you will do something for me?" She looked at him with a twinkle in her eye and said with a slight giggle, "What? Do you want to borrow it?" Then she laughed out loud. He grinned and said "Not quite, but I would like to wear it on Sunday to come out with me again." She was a bit nonplussed, but looked at him and said, "who said I was going to go out with you on Sunday?" He sighed, "Well nobody, actually, but I shall love it if you will. It'll be great , we'll have a day by the river, take a picnic, it'll be great!" She smiled and said, "sounds lovely, I'd love to come!" They left the restaurant and headed for the cinema. There was a big crush in the foyer. "This seems to a popular venue tonight!" Tom said, "it's that Harry Potter film, shall we see something else?" They found a romantic comedy which they could see pretty well straight away so opted for that. Tom went over and bought the tickets and in they went. He had not told her that he had bought double seats, she gave a little squeal of delight as she saw them. They sat holding hands watching the film and at one point the lead couple were in the bedroom, the woman dressed in a satin nightdress. In a moment of passion her husband ripped the nightie from top to bottom and leapt on her. "That's the sort of nightie that I like." Whispered Tom. "Satin?" questioned Sarah. "No, one that tears easily!" came the reply. She giggled and slapped his thigh, "You are a naughty boy!" Tom reached across and grabbed her slapping hand and held it to his thigh. Nothing was said, but she turned her head and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "You never know," she whispered, "if we get to know each other well enough.........." Tom turned to meet her upturned face and they kissed on the lips. They kissed a second time then Tom moved in order to put his arm round her shoulders and pulled her to him. His free hand held hers in her lap until he freed it from her grip and slid the tips of his fingers through the gap between two of the buttons at her waist. She did not object when he slipped one of the buttons undone which allowed him to insert his hand into the gap and touch her bare skin underneath. As they kissed again, Tom worked his hand up to the underside of her bra. Sarah's response was to push her tongue into his mouth. Emboldened, her lifted the bra cup away from her breast and caressed her gently. His thumb and forefinger slowly rolled her nipple back and forth. Because he still effectively had his hand through her dress at waist level, his action had bunched her dress at the top and hoisted the skirt up her legs, revealing a goodly length of thigh in the subdued light of the cinema. He released her other breast from its bra cup and began to smooth his hand over it. She murmured something, he didn't hear what she said. "Are you comfortable?" he asked quietly, meaning the situation rather than literally. She drew her head away from him for a moment to say "I'd rather take the thing off,- I'll go to the loo." She extracted herself from his embrace and off she went holding the front of her dress closed. She seemed to be gone a long time and Tom wondered if she had left, but her cardigan was still on her seat. Eventually she came back with her bra folded into her fist. She handed it to him as she sat down. He couldn't resist saying, "Oh! The bra! I thought you meant the dress!" She turned to him and put out her tongue but, took his hand in hers and guided it to the button above that which he had already undone. He soon had her dress undone to the waist and both breasts free from their confines. They kissed again whilst he caressed her breasts gently. "Perhaps another time you'd like me to sit here in my bra and panties." She murmured between kisses. "I'd prefer you without either." He replied. "You're being greedy." She remarked, - "and very naughty!" The film was coming to a close, so it would soon be time to leave. "Do you want to put your bra back on?" Tom asked her. "No," she replied, "put it in your pocket." He did as he was bid and they walked out of the cinema with their arms round each other. He noticed that the top button of her dress was still undone, so he had a fine view down her cleavage. He felt duty bound to make her aware of this. She looked up at him and told him that it was a little thank you present for a lovely night out. He suddenly realized that he had no idea where she lived. "Can I walk you home?" he asked, "or should we get a taxi?" "Neither, you can walk with me to the bus stop if you like." He protested that they should get a taxi, but she insisted that she would take the bus home. When they go to the stop, the bus was already in and she had to run to catch it. As the bus drew away he put his hand into his pocket and found her bra. The next day at lunchtime, Mr. Ward of flat 803 The Old Warehouse, bore ticket no. 46752 back to the dry cleaning shop to be confronted by a cheerful man in his forties. "Yes sir, can I help you?" Tom silently handed over his ticket and kept the small plastic bag containing a woman's brassiere out of sight. Damn! "I'm sorry about the mix up sir," he heard the man saying. "That's OK." He replied. "Is there anything else we can help you with?" the man asked. "No, no, that's fine thank you." Tom said and left the shop. Three times that afternoon he found an excuse to leave the office to walk past the dry cleaners and sneak a look to see if Sarah was in there. No luck. It was Friday afternoon and he wanted to make sure that she was still wanting to go on the picnic with him. Even close to closing time he waited across the street, but it was no good, she didn't put in an appearance. There was only one thing for it. He would have to stake out the shop on Saturday. Saturday morning, nine o'clock he walked slowly passed the shop. Bingo! Sarah was there! But so was the man. "Bull by the horns" he thought and strode into the shop. She was serving a lady customer. The man looked up from that in which he had been apparently engrossed and welcomed him with "Good morning sir, can I help you?" "Yes... er.... No ..er actually I need to talk to Sarah if you don't mind – er I'll wait." The man sucked his teeth, "Hmmm personal callers eh? I don't really approve....." "I'll call back later!" Tom hastily stuttered. The man laughed and said "You're Tom aren't you? Tom nodded. "It's OK she'll be free in moment." The man said and still laughing, went into the back of the shop. "Hallo." She said quietly. He handed her the plastic back containing her bra, "Hallo" he replied. "Does this want cleaning?" she asked with a cheeky grin, holding up the plastic bag. "That's more your department." He said, "Are you still up for the picnic tomorrow? The weather forecast seems OK." "Yes," she replied, "I'd like that." "Where can I pick you up from?" he asked "-er..... where do you live?" She wrote down her address and he noticed it wasn't too far from the town centre,-about half a mile. "Would you like to do something tonight?" He asked. "What do you have in mind?" she asked. "I don't really know, something like a meal and a club" She looked dubious "what sort of a club?" "What ever you like," he said, "small and smoky, loud, big and brash or something in between." "Something in between." She announced "Can you pick me up? What time?" It was arranged that he would pick her up at eight that night. He had told her that they would be going to a slightly better restaurant than on their earlier date so they would dress smartly. He took a taxi from his flat to her place, (he wanted to have a drink, so wouldn't drive). He rang the door bell and a small, neat woman in her fifties opened the door. "Sarah! Your young man is here!" she called over her shoulder. "Coming." Sarah called as she skipped down the stairs. She looked a vision in black. A black knee length skirt covered black stockings and black high heels. She had a long coat round her shoulders, so he couldn't see what she was wearing above the waist. She turned to the older woman, "goodnight Mum, don't wait up." He took her hand as they headed towards the waiting taxi. A few minutes saw them arrive and the poshest restaurant in town. "Wow Tom, I didn't know we'd be coming here!" Sarah exclaimed. Tom simply smiled and ushered her towards the door. Inside, Tom gave his name and the waiter told them that the table was in fact ready, but he wondered if they wished have a drink in the bar and order there? They did. The waiter took Sarah's coat and her top was revealed in all it's beauty. A black high necked chiffon blouse revealed an embroidered black camisole underneath. This was all set off by her shoulder length blonde hair. "My God Sarah, you're beautiful!" Tom exclaimed. "You like?" Sarah asked teasingly. "I definitely like!" he replied. They walked into the bar and ordered some drinks as they perched on some bar stools. Sarah's skirt was a little tight, so she allowed it to ride up her thighs a little to give herself some "wriggle room" as she called it. They studied the menu. "Tom it's very expensive here." She said, concerned. "Then make the best of your time here." They ordered and when the table was ready, the waiter led the way, with Sarah following and Tom bringing up the rear. Tom watched the arse that was swing away in front of him and noticed that the virtually transparent blouse fastened up the back "Hmm," he thought to himself, "it is look but not touch tonight" They had the most unforgettable meal, the service was great, and they talked and talked, really enjoying each other's company. They managed two bottles of wine, but didn't feel sozzled, just happy. They sat there until nearly midnight and finally took the hints that were being given that it was time to go. Out in the street, when Tom realised how late it was, he took Sarah in his arms and said "I was going to take you out to a lovely little nightclub out of town, but by the time we will get there, we won't have much time there. Can I suggest somewhere nearer?" Sarah looked at him and giggled "Yes let's just have a boogie somewhere." They went to a local club in town and as soon as they went through the doors, the heat inside hit them. Sarah had left her coat with the cloakroom, Tom went back to deposit his jacket. They had had enough to drink for a while so went straight out on to the disco floor. It was packed tight and Tom found himself struggling to keep near Sarah in the crush. He was surrounded by scantily clad women, who seemed to want to rub up against him. After about ten minutes of that, Sarah and Tom worked their way to the side of the room, sweating. "Tom would you get me a cold lager please, I'll meet you in the bar." She kissed him for the first time that night and shot off towards the ladies. Tom went over to the bar and order two lagers and stood there holding them waiting for Sarah. After a few minutes a blonde woman in a short strappy embroidered black dress came up to him and said, "hello Tom, remember me?" It was Sarah! "Sarah, your dress..." "I had to get out of that high neck in this heat it was killing me. Then I decided that the skirt might as well go too. Even now I'm better covered than most in here tonight!" Tom was dumfounded. "I thought that was a camisole under your blouse." "Actually, I'll tell you a secret," Sarah confided, "it's a nightie, but who's going to notice in this crush?" "Well ...er...I....." stuttered Tom "And," she said, "it is satin, so it might tear easily, so be careful!" she added a throaty laugh and supped her lager. They rejoined the throng on the dance floor, Sarah moving to the music, was thrusting her hips from side to side, showing a lot of thigh in doing so. She noticed Tom watching her and teased him by placing her hands just below her hips and sliding them upwards a little, taking the hem of her dress/nightie up with them. One of her shoulder straps had slid off her shoulder making the top of the garment gape, thus allowing the swell of her breast to appear. Tom took her in his arms as the music slowed. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, as she put her arms up behind his head and their bodies moulded into each other. His arms crept round her waist as he felt their torsos cling to each other through their damp clothes. She lifted her face to his ear. "Tom the next time I wear this, I want you to rip it off me." "No time like the present," suggested Tom. "Don't you dare!" She exclaimed. After a bit more smooching, the music livened up again so they decided to leave the club. At the cloakroom, Sarah retrieved her blouse, skirt and coat, but only put the coat on. They walked from the club along a back street, where Tom swung her into a doorway and kissed her. He slid his hand to her breast over her dress. She reached down to his groin and fingered the erection evident in his trousers. She undid the zip and pulled the penis out into the night. She then sank to her knees and kissed the helmet, before sliding the thing into her mouth. She continued to lick and suck and work the prick with her fingers, until Tom grunted, "I'm coming!" she leant back and allowed the sticky semen to spray her chest and the front of her nightie. Tom hauled her to her feet and kissed her deeply on the mouth. She responded until their faces were wet with their mixed saliva. "Tom," she said quietly, "take me home, home to my house, please. I can't take it any further tonight, but I want your smell on me in the morning when I wake. It was a warm night as they walked towards the taxi rank, where they found a long queue forming. "Are you up to walking, or do you want to wait? Tom asked her. "Let's walk." She replied. Her chiffon blouse was rolled into a ball and stuffed into her coat pocket. She put her skirt back on to save having to carry it. Tom placed one arm around her shoulders and his other hand crept inside her open coat to cup one of her breasts. As they reached the darker streets, he gently lifted one breast out of the top of her nightie and held it in his hand, gently rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger. She looked up at him, smiled and they kissed. As the roads got quieter, Tom eased her open coat off her shoulder, her breast still exposed. "Someone might see." She whispered. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. She shook her head slightly and said nothing. He slid the coat sleeve off her arm and pulled the shoulder strap of her nightie down to her wrist and over her hand. "Tom....er..." she muttered and then giggled. He pulled her coat back up on to her shoulder without putting her arm in the sleeve. He changed sides and proceeded to do the same the other side. She was now topless under her open coat. "Are you happy?" he asked. She turned to face him and put her hands to his cheeks and said, "Definitely." They kissed again and her coat fell from her shoulders. It was only the fact that Tom's hands were round her that stopped in from falling to the ground. "Look at me!" Sarah exclaimed, "You've got me half naked in the street!" "Well it's all your fault!" Tom retorted. "How come it's my fault?" she asked. "Well," he began, You wouldn't let me rip off your nightie, so I had to take other measures to see your beautiful body." "But you wanted to rip it off on a crowded dance floor! I wasn't ready to let that happen!" Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 01 "No, not yet, I get that, but maybe one day." He replied. She laughed "I don't know about that, but in the right place at the right time....... Well, let's just say surprise me! .... But," she warned him, "You are going to have to take the consequences!" They continued walking with her coat hanging on her shoulders and her breasts exposed to the breeze that was tickling her nipples. Tom put his mouth to her ear. "Do you like having your tits out?" Giving them a fondle as he spoke. "..Never done it like this before. But ... Yes I like it." She replied. They were nearing her home now, but she didn't cover up. Her house had a narrow pathway up the side to give access to the rear. She steered him up into the gap between the houses and pushed him against the wall. She threw her arms around his neck allowing the coat to slide down her body and crumple in a heap around her ankles. She kissed him passionately, pressing her breasts into his chest. "Still want to take me on a picnic tomorrow?" she asked him. She almost didn't get the last word out for the force of his tongue pressing into her mouth. They kissed for a long while before he said in low guttural voice "Pick you up at eleven." She wriggled against him. "Make it 10.30!" She freed herself from his grasp, picked up her coat and trotted up the alley to go in the back gate. Sunday morning dawned bright and sunny, the forecast was good, both for the weather and for the picnic that Tom planned. He had been meticulous in his planning, a nice bottle of wine, sandwiches, fruit, a creamy dessert, and plastic cups all packed into the ice box. A blanket and a tablecloth, completed the equipment he needed. Should he take condoms? He pondered, would it be presumptive? Would it be outrageous to go without them and be prepared should the need arise? Yes, he decided a small packet would be slipped into his back pocket – just in case. Sarah was ready when he drew up outside her house in his small 4 x 4. She came almost skipping down the few steps from the front door to the pavement. She was carrying a wicker shopping basket covered with a gingham cloth. It was 10.25am "I thought you were never coming!" she gasped as she climbed into the car. "I'm not late!" protested Tom. "I know, but it is such a lovely day and I'm so looking forward to it!" she replied. "What's in the basket?" Tom asked. She looked at him and giving him a quick peck on the cheek, said, "Never you mind! It's my contribution for the day. Tom let in the clutch and they drove away. Tom drove into the countryside. "Where are we going?" Sarah asked. Tom tapped the side of his nose and remarked "You'll see. - All right, I know this big country house where they let you into the grounds and you can park amongst the trees and we can have our picnic by the lake." "Sounds lovely" she murmured. He grinned, "Lovely day for a lovely girl." She punched his arm "Smoothie!" "But," he thought to himself, "She is in fact looking lovely and she was, as he had asked her, wearing the button through summer dress that she had worn when they went to the cinema. After about an hour's drive, Tom turned off the country lane they were on, through some big gates paid his entry fee and set off along the long straight drive towards the house. The grounds were essentially an old deer park, the deer were now gone and the public had access to the grounds and if they wished, the house too. Tom parked on the gravel and said, "Let's have a look round the house." They left the car and walked up to the main entrance. They were met by a smart, ex-military looking man who welcomed them with the news that the official tours did not start until 2.00pm. They decided to wander round on their own and set of so to do. They walked hand in hand looking at the somewhat faded splendour of the rooms. It was clear that someone had, in the past, spent a great deal of money on the house. Sadly it needed an even greater amount spending on it now, hence the public access. As they went to the upper floors, they saw an enormous four poster bed with heavy draped curtains to pull right round. "Fancy a go on that?" Tom asked nodding towards the bed. Sarah giggled, "Yes, but I wouldn't dare, I'd be afraid of damaging something!" "I see, not scared of getting caught then?" Tom questioned her. "We-ell," she hesitated, "maybe a little, but mainly I'd be worried that I'd put a toe through the curtains. Besides," she added, "once I got in, I probably wouldn't want to get out!" "Well let's give it a try anyway!" suggested Tom and scooping her up, set to step over the red rope into the display area. Sarah let out a loud shriek and called out "Tom! Put me down!" Just then a stern looking female warden walked round the corner and although saying nothing gave them "a look". Sniggering, they left the room. They found a spiral staircase which took then up to the roof of one of the towers. They had a marvellous view over the surrounding countryside. Tom pointed out the woods at the back of the grounds, behind which the river that flowed through the grounds flowed. He told her, "Just the other side of those trees, the river forms a small lake and there's a nice spot for our picnic." "Oh yes?" she retorted eyeing him quizzically but with a faint smile, "and how many women have you taken there?" "Hardly any." He responded, "It was a favourite spot of my parents, they often brought us here." He took her in his arms, "It has the virtue," he said, "of being nicely private." "It's not bad up here," Sarah murmured, responding by pressing her body against his as they kissed. "No," he agreed, "It's not bad, a tad exposed," The stone wall round the small tower only being a little above his waist, "and not very comfortable." She smiled and said, "I've got a present for you." "A present? Why, what have you done?" She grinned and said "It's more something like I haven't done. – Look!" she pulled the top of her dress away from her body to reveal her breasts unfettered by any underwear. "Oh Sarah!" he exclaimed and he had the top two button of her dress undone in a trice. He slid his hands inside the dress and round to her bare back and in doing so, popped the third button off her dress. It skidded, bouncing off the stone wall and to their feet. She laughed, "Steady on! I'd rather undo them all than have you strip the rest of them off!" "Do it then!" he told her. She stepped back and looking him straight in the eye, slowly undid every button on the dress, until her white lacy panties were revealed. They embraced and held each other tight. He started to slide her dress off her shoulders. Without breaking her grasp of him, she said "Hold it Tiger! I don't trust you to not throw the dress over the wall!" "Would you not like that?" he asked, still sliding her dress down her arms. "It would be fun, but how would I get back to the car?" she asked him. He let go of her dress and kneeled down before her, kissing her nipples and belly. She melded her body to his touch. "Oh, Tom!" "Don't you like it?" He asked. "You know bloody well that I like it!" she exclaimed. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began drawing them downwards. "Tom....." She made no attempt to stop him. He was licking and kissing the undersides of her breasts, with occasion attention to her erect nipples. She stepped out of her panties and spread her legs slightly. He felt her between the legs and found a very moist labia. He settled back on his knees and began to apply his tongue to her nether regions. He juices really began to flow and he found his face wet with them. She sank her pelvis down on to his tongue and gasped "Let's go to your bloody picnic spot!" He pulled away from her, picked up her discarded panties and dried her with them, then he wipe his face on them. "Would you do me a favour?" he asked as she began to haul her dress back up to he shoulders. "What's that?" she asked in return. "Leave these up here to be found by the next visitors." "Whatever for?" He grinned at her, "I just think it would be fun for some old fogies to find them and know what we've been doing." "Oh go on then!" she exclaimed "I suppose that's better than leading me downstairs completely naked!" "Oh no!" he said quickly, your suggestion is far better!" She playfully slapped him and said "I can see you're going to be an expensive boyfriend, robbing me of underwear and ruining my dresses!" He smiled and said "I wouldn't have it any other way." He hung the sodden panties on the hand rail at the top of the spiral stairs. As she went down in front of him, they heard voices. Two young boys scampered up the stairs followed by their parents. Sarah hesitated as the boys approached, but Tom put his hands on her shoulders and propelled her downwards. She tried to hold her dress together where the missing button had been, but as she turned side ways to let the father pass on the stairs, her dress gaped and her navel came into view. The man did not notice, but the mother certainly did. Just then a young voice piped up, "Mum! It's great up here! Simon's found a handkerchief!" "Well don't touch it!" The mother called out in response, casting a look at the two figures, now scurrying down the stairs. They returned to the car laughing "How do you suppose she's going to explain that?" Sarah giggled. "It'll be cinch." Remarked Tom. "Far easier than explaining a naked woman on the stairs!" The both laughed out loud at that. Tom drove slowly over the grass in the direction of the woods, firstly because he wanted to get the exact spot and secondly to avoid drawing attention to themselves. As they drove, Sarah examined her belly though the gap in her dress. Tom noticed. "That's very nice, you should put it on show more often." Sarah grinned, she was proud of her flat belly, but had never been one for bare midriffs much. Perhaps she should surprise him one day. She felt very strange being naked under her dress, not badly strange, but pleasantly strange, she might try this again too. The car stopped and Tom said "This is as far as we can go with the car, we have to walk the rest." They got out of the car, the area was deserted, the shade provided by the trees was a pleasant contrast to the hot sun that was now beating down. The six inch long grass was cool on her feet as Sarah stepped out of the car. She quickly slipped off her sandals and decided to walk barefoot to get the full effect. Their ardour of earlier had cooled a little and as they collected the picnic hamper and the basket that Sarah had brought, Tom noticed she had left her sandals in the car. "Er... is there anything else you want to leave in the car?" he asked cheekily. "Like what? She replied. "Err... I don't know.... er .... maybe your dress....?" He said with a grin. "Watch it buster, or you'll pay the consequences!" she laughed. About fifty yards or so after leaving the car, Tom pushed through a small gap in the bushes and called "Ah-ha!" this is it!" Sarah followed him through the gap, the leaves of the bushes tickling her belly through the gaping front of her dress. Beyond the bushes, there was a sun dappled grassy knoll about twenty feet square with a small sandy shelving beach into the beautifully clear river water. "This is lovely." She said, "Is it the same as you remember?" "It's a little more over grown now but that makes it just that little more private." Tom told her. "Well now, Mr. Ward, what would you be wanting "private" for?" she said giggling and giving him a push. "Are you hungry?" he asked, opening the cool box. She nodded. "Well go and have a paddle or something, while I prepare a sumptuous feast." She walked out into the sun, and dipped her feet in the cool water. It was a bit cold! But she soon got used to it. She found the shore shelved quite steeply and she was soon up to her knees in water, just wetting the hem of her dress. "Why don't you go right in?" Tom called to her. "Because I don't have a swimming costume!" she called back. "Yes you have!" he answered, "I think the one you have on is perfect!" She looked down at her dress now wet for about two inches from the hem. "You are incorrigible." She called out. "So encourage me!" he retorted. "Is lunch ready?" she asked, "I'm hungry." "Coming right up!" he called. Tom had set the picnic on a smooth piece of grass, that had about fifty-fifty shade and sun. It was pleasantly warm. She lay down on one side of the blanket, he lay on the other the folded tablecloth was between them. He poured the wine and they helped themselves to the food. When it came to the creamy dessert, he produced two long spoons with which to eat it. There were two different flavours. "Which do you prefer, strawberry or peach?" he asked . "Strawbeery." She said and then giggled at her slip of the tongue. "Sorry no beer, have some more wine." He laughed. She took some more wine. As he tucked into his dessert, he said "Mmmm, this peach is delicious, here try some." She leant forward and opened her mouth and he reached out with his long spoon full of dessert. At the last second, his arm jerked and the dessert fell from the spoon into her cleavage. "Eeeooohhh!" she exclaimed, "you did that on purpose!" "Don't move" he said urgently, "I'll get it!" He came round to her side of the blanket and opened her dress at the top. The piece of dessert was lodges between her breasts and he applied his tongue to it. Not licking it up, he smeared the dessert all over one breast. Then he began to lick and suck in earnest. Sarah lay back and allowed him to clean her up in the most delightful way. Her legs began to spread as he applied his weight to them. Soon he was supporting his weight with his knees and his hands flat on the ground. Gradually he moved up her body so their lips could meet. At this point he allowed his weight to rest on her body. They lay there kissing for some time. Her arms were round his neck pulling his face to hers. Then she pulled his shirt up at the back and began rubbing her hands over his skin. Nothing was being said all this time, eventually she tried to pull his shirt off over his head. He had to kneel up and take it off himself . As he went to get back down on her, she pushed him off her to one side. She turned him onto his back on the cool grass and straddled his shins. She then undid his belt and the waistband of his shorts, opening up the zip and reaching down into his jockeys to put her hand round his penis. She settled her mouth round it and began to work it up and down with her hand. Wanking him into her mouth. Soon, he groaned, "I'll be coming soon." She rolled over on to her back, her dress open to her waist "Get on top of me and fuck my tits." She told him. He divested himself of his shorts and jockeys, bringing his hands to each side of her breasts, with his prick between them. He began thrusting faster and faster, his foreskin being rubbed by the pressure of her breasts. "That's it spray me with cum!" She gasped, "Cover me in it!" It was not long before he was about to do just as she had asked, the pressure was building, building then suddenly he released a long string of semen up over her face and her hair even going on to the grass beyond her head. The second spurt was almost as strong, up to her forehead a third then reached her chin and neck. Whilst his prick was dribbling more cum on to her breasts, she was smoothing it all over them. He reached and scooped some of the cum off her face and rubbed it into her hair. "Oooh! You bastard!" She gasped, "you knew exactly what to do!" He got off her and pulled up her dress to expose her sex, her labia was again glistening in the sunshine. He fingered her to a climax very quickly, during which she was thrashing about on the ground. As she came, he fell on her again, kissing her, until they were both exhausted. They must have slept for a while, but when she woke, he was half laying on top of her, looking at her intensely. "Come on," he said, "Time for a swim." He scooped her up in his arms and walked into the water. The water was hip deep on him before she realized that she still had on her dress. "My dress..... it's all I have to wear..." she began. "Then we'll find out what it looks like wet." He told her. "Take me back to the bank" He shook his head and grinned. "Oh do what the hell you like!" she said resignedly. He walked out until the water was chest high on him. By now of course her dress was wet everywhere except her shoulders anyway. He lowered her gently into the water and she stood before him, her arms around his neck. It was only then she realized that he was naked. She turned and pressed the side of her head to his chest her arms now round his waist. Her held her to him with one hand whilst with the other he ran his wet fingers through her cummed but still dry hair. "How did you know I liked being cummed on?" she asked. "You told me" he replied. "But the hair thing, I didn't know, but I couldn't resist rubbing it in when I saw where it landed. I suppose I was fulfilling a fantasy, I'd had for a long time." "It was one of mine too, but it has never happened before!" she said and then added, "next time make a better job of it!" "What do you mean?" he asked. "Don't waste any, I want it all in my hair!" she uttered. They were beginning to chill a bit now, he began, "let me wash your hair......" "No! leave it, you may be able to add to it later." She interrupted. They went back to the remains of their picnic, her dress transparent with the wet, clinging to her curves. She took it off and laid on one of the bushes to dry. "It shouldn't take long, its only thin cotton." She said. They were both naked now, hidden from the main park by the bushes that surrounded them. They finished off the wine, well mostly she finished off the wine as Tom was conscious that he had to drive later on. Tom looked at his watch, it was still only 3.00pm, plenty of time yet. They also finished off the sandwiches and lay side by side, naked on the blanket. "Happy?" he asked. "Couldn't be better." She replied. He began to finger her labia gently. He was so gentle she closed her eyes and relaxed. In time her pelvis began to move slightly in harmony with his fingers. Her legs opened which allowed him better access, soon she was biting her lip and breathing fast. Then she began to whimper, even cry out. But he stifled her cries by placing his open mouth over hers. She responded by thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it until she had a racking orgasm. He pulled his face from hers, he was still frigging her to extend the orgasm as long as possible. As he leant over her, quite inadvertently, some spittle left his mouth and fell on her lip. She instantly licked it off her lips "More" she murmured. He was not sure what she meant, whether it was more fingering she needed or more spittle. He got the message when she opened her mouth wide for him to aim at. Two more lots went directly into her mouth which she swallowed. He was now hard again and ready fuck her rotten. She was ready for him too, because as he presented the helmet of his prick at the entrance to her vagina, she spread her legs wide and then wrapped them round his waist. It took a while, but he was getting close again. Too late he tried to pull out but he was held in the vice like grip of her legs and he ended up shooting his load deep into her body. They collapsed in each other's arms and took some time to recover. "Well Mr. Ward, you're certainly teaching a simple town girl some new tricks today! I have done things with you, that I have never done before." She looked at him seriously, "You get me out here, rip my dress, throw me in the river and then have your wicked way with me, cumming in me too!" Tom did not like the way this was looking, was he going to be accused of rape? He looked at her, her hair was plastered to her head, in a mixture of sweat, cum, sand and grass. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 01 He studied his finger nails as he began, "Look Sarah, I'm sorry if it all went too far...." "Not so fast mister," she interrupted. "I'm here to tell you that I wouldn't change a thing about today! I cannot ever have imagined having such a good time..... I was kidding!" With that, she threw her arms around him and kissed him like mad. They made themselves decent by dint of him putting his shorts back on and her putting on her (still slightly damp) dress she left it unbuttoned to the waist. He quite liked the effect as it clung to her and showed her shape nicely. She quite liked it as it was cooling in the afternoon sun. "Shall we finish the picnic?" she asked. He looked at the remains of the food that he had brought. What they hadn't rolled on or otherwise destroyed was now being consumed by flies. "Er.. there doesn't seem to be anything left." He said. "Look in my basket." She said. There was some homemade cake, some little individual trifles which seem to have succumbed to the heat and they didn't smell exactly fresh plus some squirty cream. Also there was a half bottle of sparkling wine. She sliced up the cake and poured out some of the wine. She pushed the dodgy trifles to one side, "I should have put them in your cool box" she muttered. He picked one up, sniffed it and said, "I don't think we can risk eating them.....so, I think we should have a bit of fun with them!" With that, he pulled open her dress and squashed the trifle, with it's paper container all over her abdomen! "Yeeooouuukkk!" exclaimed Sarah. "You bastard!" Tom was immediately contrite. "Sarah, I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me. I wasn't thinking, I do apologise! If I had thought it through......." Sarah looked at him with a sideways glance. Tom continued, "If I had thought it through...... I'd have....... Rubbed it in your hair!" Sarah burst out laughing, if fact she couldn't stop laughing. Tom was relieved, at least she saw the funny side of it. When Sarah had recovered sufficiently, she scraped some of the trifle off her chest with her hand and thrust it into Tom's face. Tom sat there allowing her to do it, he owed her that much. She took another handful and rubbed over his head. She then picked up the second trifle, which was laying there unused. Tom expected to get covered. Instead she sat there with the trifle on the flat of her hand and offered it to him. When he hesitated, a little movement of her hand and a nod of her head indicated that he should take it. He did so. "Go on then," She said quietly, "Wherever you like." Tom was staggered, he didn't know what to do. With his free hand, he pointed to her breasts. She tilted her head a little as if to say "If you like." He pointed to her groin, again, she smiled a little and gave a similar gesture. He pointed to his own head, she laughed and shook her head. He pointed her head and she gave a little nod and spoke. "If that's what you want to do, but only if you jizz in it for me afterwards." She reached forward and undid the waistband of his shorts, put her hand in and pulled out his flaccid penis. She began to roll it between her thumb and fingers. Her other hand went to her lap, where she quickly undid another button in order to gain access to her vagina. She began to rub herself. "Do it NOW and make a good job of it!" Tom slowly tipped the trifle out of the paper cup and let some of the custard run down her forehead. She sighed. Tom gained some confidence from that and began to massage the mess into her hair. He was surprised how much of a mess it made. He used both hands until her hair was unrecognisable, custard and fruit juice was running down her face, shoulders and chest. He put his clammy hands to her cheeks and kissed her. She redoubled her efforts to give him an erection, not without success it has to be said. Soon she was wanking him properly, then she said "You do it and cover me." He took over and she concentrated on bringing herself to a climax. Not too much later, Tom was ready to shoot. He knelt up and pointed his purple tool at her face. This had an immediate effect on her own efforts and she was wanking herself madly as Tom shot his first and second loads over her face and hair. She came with a thrashing of her hips and more semen dropped on to her face. Tom knelt beside her and kissed her hard. They lay there for a while, Sarah moved and said "I'd better get cleaned up, let's go in the water." He picked her up, kicking off his shorts and carried her into the river for a second time, dress and all. This time he tipped her backwards and washed her hair and face in the cool clear water. When he'd finished, they swam for a while. They were just about to emerge from the water when they heard what sounded like a small motorbike. In fact that's exactly what it was. It was one of the park keepers on a decrepit old moped. "Excuse me," He called out coming through the gap in the bushes. Tom dipped back down into the water to hide his nudity "The park is closing now, can I ask you to pack up and make your way to the gate please?" He surveyed the remains of the picnic and added, "Don't leave any litter!" He had a good look at Sarah in her transparent dress and smiled. "Come and visit us again!" Then he left. Sarah gained the bank and took off her soaking dress and said "Well! I can't wear that in the car. She picked up Tom's discarded jockeys and pulled them on. Then she picked up his shirt and slipped that over her head. "That's me sorted." She announced and started to clear up the mess that had been their picnic. Tom picked up his shorts and announced "I'm fine too." They walked back to the car and as they drove at the regulation speed, the park keeper on the old moped overtook them They found him waiting at the gate- on Sarah's side of the car. As they drove past, through the open window, she called out "Thank you, It's been a fabulous day!" and gave him a wave. As they drove, Tom checked the time, it was just after 5.30pm. "Can I take you home in my underpants? Or would you like to come to mine for a curry?" Sarah rested her head on his shoulder and said "a curry sounds fine." They arrived at the block where Tom's apartment was situated. Sarah looked at the building and was impressed. "Do you have a tumble dryer?" she asked. He nodded. They collected their things and set off across the car park and went into the main entrance. The janitor was in the entrance hall. He looked at Sarah's unconventional clothing. "She fell in the river." Tom said, ignoring the fact that he himself was dressed in only shorts and trainers. Tom's place was on the eighth floor. The lift stopped and even the landing had an expensive look. Tom guided Sarah to the door of the apartment and opened the door for her to enter. "WOW!" she exclaimed as she walked into the fairly minimalist main room. Floor to ceiling windows completely cover one wall and about six feet of two of the adjoining walls. "This is a bachelor pad and a half" Tom admitted, "My dad's business pays for it." "I'd like to meet him!" joked Sarah. "Do you want to wash your dress?" Tom asked her. "Do I have time?" she asked with a grin, "Wash cycle, then tumble dry cycle, I could be here for hours!" "That's no problem for me," he replied, "do you want to ring your parents so they won't worry, you know, strange man, first date, no sign of you coming home etc.etc." "That's very thoughtful of you Tom," she said, "How long do you want to keep me here?" "You can stay all night if you wish." He replied thickly. She laughed, "not tonight, I have to be up to open the shop in the morning and my uniform is at home." "Then maybe another night." He said. She smiled and nodded. She did ring her Mum and told her that she might be quite late and not to worry. The dress was duly set going in the washing machine and she was enjoying a lovely power shower in the wetroom when he walked in. He was still wearing his shorts. "Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes." He announced. "Are you going to have a shower?" She called out to him over the noise of the water. "Yes." He replied. "Then get in here and do my back." She commanded. He stepped forward, shorts and all and grasped her in his arms. She pushed him away, "Dinner will be burned if you start that! There'll be plenty of time after we've eaten." When they had completed their ablutions, Tom handed her a big fluffy towel, "no robe I'm afraid, but I'm sure you'll look gorgeous." He was right, she did look gorgeous, dressed only in a white towel, wrapped round her and tucked in at the top. He was in similar garb, but leaving his chest bare. The open plan apartment meant that she could be setting the table and holding a conversation with him as he prepared dinner. Tom dimmed the lights except for immediately above the dining table and the rest of the apartment disappeared as they sat on a pool of light. This meant that they could watch the lights of the town as people went about their business. They flirted over dinner, laughed and chatted about the events of the day. "Would you do it all again?" Tom asked her, pouring another glass of wine for her. She raised her glass to him, "every bit of it, every single bit! From, you, virtually undressing me at the top of the tower, to me coming back here in your sweaty underpants." "You didn't mind getting your dress wet?" he asked. "It's dress," she said "it's not a world disaster. No. I didn't mind especially when I saw your face when you realised you could see through it!" She gave a laugh, "and the Park keeper! His face was a real picture!" "You didn't mind him seeing you like that?" Tom said with a grin. She laughed again, "Not at all, it might have brightened his day!" Tom took a breath, "Would you get wet for me again, Sarah?" She looked at him over the top of her wine glass, "Yes." The washing machine clicked off, so having finished dinner, they cleared away the things, loaded the dishwasher and put her dress in the dryer. Tom took her hand and led her to the window on one side of the room. It slid to one side and together they stepped out on to the tiny balcony. There was breeze as they were so high up, which flicked at their towels. They could see the main road which bypassed the town on one side and the high street on the other. People were beginning to appear on the streets going to pubs and the like. "They look so small" suggested Sarah her back to Tom, his arms round her "I wonder if they can see us?" "They don't look up," replied Tom, "especially at night. They have no idea we are here." As he was talking he was slowly untucking her towel. "What do you think you are doing?" she asked, amused. "Just proving a point." He said, "No one will notice." "That's a shame," she said, turning to face him at the moment her towel fell to around her ankles. She hooked her thumbs into his towel and pushed it below his hips where it too, could fall of it's own accord. Tom kissed her and then reached inside the sliding window and slowly the lights inside the flat came up and they were illuminated by bright lights. She thumped his chest, "You are a bugger, Tom Ward, you keep showing me off in public!" "Nobody's taking any notice of us!" He protested. "I can show you off a lot better than this if you'd like it on future occasions." "What do I get out of this offer?" she asked, pushing her naked body against his. "Stimulating and exciting company and situations that will make your adrenalin flow." He told her. "It's making something flow already." She said, "Let's go inside!" They made love on the floor, just inside the big window. Made love would appear to be the right description, as they were unhurried in their attentions to each other. They both fell asleep on the floor in front of the big window, naked, but as Tom suggested earlier, no-one would have seen them. They were as it happens, in the tallest building for about a quarter of a mile. It was dark when Sarah woke. She looked at the clock, it was almost midnight. "I'll have to go" she said and went to get her dress from the dryer, it was pleasantly warm, but wrinkled. She put it on and buttoned it up, grinning as she remembered the circumstances where she lost the button at her belly. Tom quickly put on some slacks and a shirt and said "I'll drive you." When Sarah went into her house, her parents had already gone to bed, but she knew that her mum would have been listening for her to arrive home. "Hallo, Kwik Kleen" Sarah said as she answered the phone. "What are you wearing?" said a male voice at the other end. She recognised Tom's voice. "A French maid's outfit with no knickers!" she said with a laugh. "I'm coming round!" Tom announced. "No, I'm too busy" she told him. "Can I see you tonight?" Tom persisted. "Yes! Ring me back later" she agreed. He called in to the shop at lunchtime. Sarah was having her lunch in the back, so she came out to meet him. "What do you want to do tonight?" Tom asked. "Er.. I enjoyed the other night at the cinema." She told him. "Really? Want to go again?" He asked. "Yes," she said, "Same seats, I may have a little surprise for you. Pick me up at seven. Now go! I have to finish my lunch." And she almost pushed him out of the shop. Tom picked her up from her home. He could see her mum's face behind the curtains. He smiled to himself, "if she knew what I had done to her daughter, I would have devil horns sticking out from my head." Sarah came trotting down the steps and got into the car. "We are being watched." Tom told her, "Oh I know!" she replied. "I'll have to introduce you sometime, I think you'll like her." "Why do you think that?" asked Tom absentmindedly. He was looking at Sarah's legs emerging from under her short black raincoat. "Because." Said Sarah, tapping his leg, "She's very like me, or I suppose I'm very like her." "In that case," Tom replied, "I definitely want to meet her!" This won him a thump on the arm. "Do you want to eat first of eat later?" Tom asked as they drove away. "Eat first. Pizza and lager." Sarah ordered. "Your wish is my command," Tom replied – "by the way what is this surprise you have for me?" "Later! Although I may give you a clue during the meal." They arrived at the local pizza restaurant and selected a table in a corner. They took a few minutes to order and then Tom, almost exasperated said "Come on! The surprise!" Sarah leant forward and took his hands in hers and said "do you remember our last visit to the cinema?" "Yes, of course" "Well do you remember what you said about the woman's nightdress"? "Yes." "Do you remember this?" she pulled her raincoat to one side and revealed the black nightdress she had worn under her blouse at the night club. "Yes, yes, I do!" "Well," She said, licking her lips, "I just thought you might like to have a bit of fun with it!" Tom finished his pizza far quicker than Sarah. She laughed "You'll be giving yourself indigestion!" He sat waiting patiently for Sarah to finish her meal. Then they walked to the cinema, she had refastened her raincoat, which was only a little longer then the satin item it was covering. They had their arms round each other. There was a choice of five films to see, the Harry Potter was still showing, too many kid going into that one, the rom com they had seen the other evening had been changed to another, on the face of it slightly sexier film. They decided to see that one. Tom came back bearing two tickets. "Double seats in, hopefully a dark corner." As they settled in their seat, Sarah slipped her coat off her shoulders and took her arms out of the sleeves, she crossed her legs which made the hem slide up her thighs. They sat through half an hour of adverts and trailers. When the film started, the tone was set immediately as the open scene was a night club where a wet tee shirt contest was taking place. "Now there's an idea," murmured Tom. "Been there, done that, the tee shirt didn't survive the night!" muttered Sarah with a giggle. "When? Where?" asked Tom intrigued. "When I was eighteen, on holiday, in Ibiza. A whole gang of us took part." Sarah told him. "I never did it again." "Why?" he asked. "The opportunity never really presented itself again." "Would you do it again?" She giggled, "If I was drunk enough and in the right company." "I don't know!" He muttered to her, "what would your mother say – tut tut." "She was there, so was Dad." "They approved?" "They didn't disapprove." Tom and Sarah resumed sitting in silence watching the film. The action in the film moved to the bedroom where a gentle sex scene was taking place. Tom slipped his hand into the bodice of her nightdress and cupped her breast. "Mmm, that's nice." She murmured. She turned slightly towards him, lifting her uppermost leg over his. Her thigh was exposed almost to her hip. "I like being with you," she whispered. "Good!" Tom responded. "It's exciting, not knowing what is going to happen next. I'm putty in your hands." He moved his hand from her breast to her thigh and slid his hand back up to her breast, but his hand was inside her only garment. Her body was on display on one side from ankle to just below her breast. "Are you trying to take it off?" she asked accusingly. "No, just enjoying the moment." His fingers found the side seam under her arm he tried to split the seam but one handed, he couldn't manage it. "I'll have to visit the loo in a minute." She whispered. He gripped the short slit at one side of the hem and ripped up the seam, making the slit go almost up to her hip. She stood up and in the darkness of the cinema, she walked round the auditorium dressed ostensibly in a black mini dress. Every time she took a step, a flash of thigh caught the light. When she returned, she was flushed. "I can't tell you how exciting it was walking through the half full cinema in just this short nightdress." She whispered. Crossing her legs to expose more thigh. He tore the side seam as far as her waist and told her "Go again in moment. She threw her arms around his neck and pushed her tongue into his mouth. "Yes! Yes!" she finally managed to say. He took her bodice in two hands and tore the material almost to her waist. "When I said that you could rip this off me, I didn't mean in public!" she whispered urgently. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. She said nothing but swung her uppermost leg right over his knees so she was showing her bare leg to the waist. "Do whatever you want." she whispered. He ripped the front down to below her navel. "Do you still feel you can walk to the loo again?" He asked her. "Yes, I find it exciting!" "What if we were dancing in a night club?" "That would be even more exciting!" she exclaimed. "Right go now before I finish it off altogether!" She set off and was soon on her way back. This time, she was cupping her left breast with her right hand, because when she drew near, he could see that the shoulder strap on that side was sliding down her arm. She was holding the material in place, but when she sat down, she let go and her breast was exposed. He reached over and snapped the strap. "If you're not going to use it, you don't need it!" he said quietly. She giggled. They kissed again. He put his hand into the tear down the front of her dress and fingered her wetness. They looked at each other, "You guessed," she whispered, "I'm enjoying this as much as you! Shall we go?" "Leave the nightdress here," he told her. "You'll have to rip it off!" she replied, so he reach over and tore the side seam right up to her arm hole. Then he ripped the front right down to the hem. She pulled her second shoulder strap down and off her arm, then slid her arms into her raincoat and pulled it up onto her shoulders. She stood up and with a judicious tug from him, there was pile of black satin on the floor. As they walked towards the foyer, he said "don't fasten your coat just tie the belt." Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 01 As they emerged from the cinema, he asked her, "Do you fancy a lager? We'll find a nice crowded pub so you can feel vulnerable." "You mean naked under an unfastened coat?" "Precisely" "OK, then." The walked into a pub that was so crowded they had a job to get in the door. He held her hand and pulled her through the throng she hung on to her belt and the crush tugged at it. She just knew that her coat was going to be pulled open before they got to the bar. But it didn't, However when they got their drinks and stood facing one another he started fiddling with her belt. "You know you're going to have to fuck me soon don't you?" she said loud enough for the man standing behind her to hear. "If he won't luv, I will!" the man told her and laughed. She laughed it off by saying, "I'm busy tonight with my boyfriend, thanks all the same." They did fuck that night in the side entry at her house, with her raincoat on the floor. When they finally about to part, he asked her about taking in wet tee shirt competition in front of her parents. "Well," she said, "Mum and Dad are quite happy for me to express my sexuality, after all, it's what they did. It's a long story so you'll have to take me out again to hear it!" Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 02 It would make more sense if you read CH01 first, but this should stand on it's own. We continue the story of Tom and Sarah exploring their new relationship. It was Tuesday morning. Tom rang the dry cleaning shop and Fred answered. "Oh! It's you!" He exclaimed. "I don't know what you are doing to Sarah, but keep doing it! I have never known her so happy or cheerful." "Er... I'm glad to hear it." Tom said. "I wonder if I might speak to her please?" "Putting you through, - Sarah!" he called. "It's your sex slave on the phone!" This time it was Sarah who asked him what he was wearing. "A chamois leather loin cloth with holes in it!" He told her. "Is anything sticking out of the holes?" she asked laughing. "Come round to my office and find out." "Your office?" "Yeah it's the new staff bonding scheme, all the girls have to work topless three days a week. I think you should try it. It would do wonders for your business." She almost collapsed with laughter. Fred came in to see what she was laughing about. "Tom has suggested I work topless to drum up trade!" She laughed. "We-ell," Fred offered, "I......." "Don't even think about it!" she retorted. "Fred thinks it is a good idea," she told Tom down the phone. "I always thought he had impeccable taste." Tom said. "But there are two real reasons I was ringing, one is to ask if you can have next week off and two, what is your wardrobe like for thin flimsy floating things? I have booked a week in Portugal – for two." "I'll get back to you," she said. "I may have to show Fred my tits in the back room, but somehow I'll get the time off." "What was that last thing you said?" asked Fred as she put down the phone. She put on her sweetest smile and turned to face him. Sarah phoned back inside an hour. "OK, just how flimsy and floating does the wardrobe have to be?" He said "You just wouldn't believe how flimsy and floating. You cannot possibly have something that is too flimsy, floaty or revealing. I take it that you're coming, -good! Come round to the flat for dinner tonight – arrive anytime." With that he was gone. She turned up at the apartment at eight. She was wearing a black coctail dress which was slightly opaque, through which her breasts and black thong could just be seen. As he opened the door, she sailed past him, did a twirl and said, "is this flimsy enough for you?" He took her in his arms and said, "I think it's lovely, and you are beautiful.." "But. Not flimsy enough eh?" She interrupted, "Ok mister you want flimsy and sexy, you're going to get flimsy, sexy and very revealing, but if you are taking me out in public dressed in next to nothing, you are going to have to take care of me. Understand?" "Completely." He replied. "Then," she added, "there are no limits- none, understand that. Now make love to me – without ripping this dress, as I have to wear it to church on Sunday!" They both laughed at that and fell on the bed. They didn't actually see much of each other during the week, although they did meet on the Friday evening for a drink in the town. "By the way," Sarah said. "I have a complete wardrobe and I am prepared to go out in public in any of it, providing you stick to the understanding that we have." "That's good. I have bought a couple of items for you myself." Tom told her. She replied, "Well you can be sure that no matter what they are, I will wear them." He grinned, "I will hold you to that!" "No need! I will wear your skimpy items whenever you want me to." "They may have to be dispensable." Tom said with a grin. She took his hand, "Darling whilst we're away next week everything is dispensable whenever you think fit." "I'm getting a hard on already!" he told her. "Do you want me to take care of it for you?" she asked, "Now?" he replied. "Of course!" she said, "because just remember this, if I am to be underdressed all week, I am going to be horny and will not be able to keep my hands off you!" They were sitting in the snug of a town centre pub, but this didn't inhibit her in reaching into his trousers and retrieving his penis, which was showing signs on interest in the proceedings. She sat there drinking her lager with one hand and slowly wanking him off with the other under the table. He spurted all over her hand, which she offered him. He took her hand and put it into his mouth and then licked her fingers. They walked back to her house and prepared to have their customary shag in the side entry. He discovered that although she was wearing fairly low rise jeans, she was wearing nothing underneath. "I like how low cut these jeans are." He remarked. "You just wait," she said, these are positively armpit fit compared to some I am taking." Low rise or not, they were soon discarded and her legs were clamped around his waist. They took a taxi to the airport, so they could have a drink on the flight home. As they settled into the flight, her turned to her and said "Tell me about your parents." "Mum and Dad were dancers in a show when they met as teenagers. They had been recruited separately into the troupe. They hit it off immediately and worked well together. The choreographer noticed this and gave them a couple of feature dances to do in each show. Their acts got more sensual and the costumes much sexier until, quite literally they were semi-nude. Mum still has some of her costumes at home and I tried one once and was quite shocked just how much could be seen. There are photographs too which I might get her to show you one day." "So," Tom said, "I suppose that's why they didn't object to your entering the wet tee shirt competition." "They weren't in a position to object really were they?" she asked. "They even continued doing the same sort of act after I was born, which developed into a balance act in which they wore equally scanty costumes. With the death of Variety type shows, they left the stage and now run a booking agency for the clubs." "They sound like quite a couple." Tom admitted. "I think they're lovely," said Sarah, "although quite what they would think of a boyfriend of mine who covered me in custard and other things including bodily fluids then ripped off my clothes in public, I have no idea!" "Even if I told them that you had wanted it all to take place in the first place?" "If you told them that, they would know you were no gentleman and therefore most unsuitable!" Sarah replied with a laugh that drew attention to them in the plane. "In that case," Tom announced, "I am going to do my worst to you for the next week, before I get banished from ever seeing you again." Sarah giggled and said, "I'm getting excited already! Don't worry, I shall be the arbiter of whether you should be banished or not. So do what you will, with or over me, clothed or no and we will have a great week!" When they arrived at Faro Airport, they found that for the price of a taxi to and from their accommodation, they could hire a tiny car for the week, it was of course no contest. For even if they went nowhere in the car all week, it would cost them no more and they would have the advantage of their own wheels if they needed it. There was a bonus when they got to the hire desk. All the small cars had been taken, so Tom went to move to another desk. The operator stopped them and said they could have the next grade of car for the same price. Result! They drove along the N125 reputedly one of the most dangerous roads in Europe with the windows open and the wind blowing in their hair. Sarah, rolled up her shirt to expose her abdomen to the sun and relish its warmth. She also opened the top of her jeans to get the sun to her lower belly. "Are you trying to make me crash?" demanded Tom. "How I am supposed to concentrate with you undressing yourself beside me?" "Oh I could distract you a lot more than this!" Sarah announced "For example, if I started playing with myself or even... you! That would be a distraction. I am warning you, I intend to get as much sun on as much of my body as possible this holiday!" They arrived at the apartment block and checked in. It was a one bedroom unit with a small balcony overlooking the sea, beach and pool. It was a bit basic but fine. it had a TV and DVD player. Patio doors opened up from both the bedroom and the lounge area on to the balcony. Sarah was insistent upon unpacking before doing anything else. She didn't seem to have brought many clothes with her as her bag was so small. However the items were so thin that they took up hardly any space at all. She changed out of her jeans and shirt, had a quick shower and put on a tiny thong, a very short white flared skirt and a white cotton top which reached to just above her waist but fastened only by a single button. "Shall we go and have a look round?" she asked Tom. The strings of her thong were visible above the top of her skirt and the cheeks of her bum were visible below it. "I'd like to see you wear that skirt without a thong!" remarked Tom. "Oh but you shall!" she replied, "I just thought that with it being mid afternoon, there might be some children about." They explored an area called "The Strip" which was full of clubs, bars and restaurants, just behind their accommodation. The lager was sweet and plentiful and by the time they got back to the apartment, they were both quite squiffy. Tom fell on her on the bed and they made love still dressed. They slept and woke several hours later. They decided to go out to get something to eat. She wore a long sarong in the most diaphanous material, it was completely see through. Only the fact that the material was doubled and knotted at her groin prevented her pubic region from being on public display. As it was, her arse was completely on show. Around her breasts, she wore a bandeau made of a similar material and although the material was doubled, the shape of her nipples was clearly defined. Apart from some glittery sandals and jewellery, that completed her outfit. They walked down the strip, being hit on by the PR's trying to get them to eat in their particular restaurant. They would sometimes listen to the spiel, other times they would ignore the patter. They were stopped by a striking long-haired brunette dressed rather more interestingly than the usual jeans, trainers and sweatshirts of the others. She had a white dress on which was about mid thigh in length with a slit up the front of one leg. The neckline of the dress matched the profile of the Wonderbra that she was wearing. Tom could not help himself casting several glances down the woman's dress. He failed to notice that she and Sarah were having a conversation, which seemed to be going well. Tom was brought to his senses when Sarah said "I don't think he's paying attention to anything other than your cleavage!" Tom was caught red handed, stuffed and definitely guilty. In fact he immediately apologised to both women. They looked at him with daggers drawn. They were both clearly annoyed and were showing it. He began to apologise again and mid way through both women burst into laughter. "They're such suckers for a bit of tit, aren't they?" The other woman suggested. Sarah agreed and said "I think we will eat here, don't you Tom?" Tom was just grateful for an opportunity to get away from there, even if it meant going into the restaurant. Carole, for that was her name led them into the entrance to be met by a waiter. His eyes were on stalks when he saw the way that Sarah was dressed (or not!). In the time honoured tradition of eateries all over the world, in order to make the place look busy and therefore more attractive, they were led to a table by the window, which because the street sloped, meant that the table was about eye-height to those on the street. Once seated and a drinks order placed, Tom once again felt it necessary to say sorry to Sarah for losing track. "Look, Tom," She is woman, with her body on display, perhaps not so different to me, anything wrong in that?" he shook his head. "No!" she continued, "in fact I found her very attractive, so I don't blame you for doing so. She was doing a selling job and succeeding apparently. What are you going to do if someone stares at me tonight? Punch them in the mouth? I think you like the idea that I am your girlfriend and you are showing me off, don't you?" He nodded. She reached across to take his hands in hers. "Then we're both going to have fun this week aren't we?" He said "I really hope so." The waiter came and took their order and Sarah suggested they send a drink out to Carole, Tom agreed and the waiter said he knew what she would like. A few minutes later, Carole appeared at the window with a drink in her hand and blew a kiss to each of them. The meal went well as did two whole bottles of wine. "Shall we have a dessert?" Tom asked, "As long as you don't tip it over me!" Sarah laughed. "Well not at this particular moment anyway." "Ah! So you are not averse to a little bit of slapstick sometime?" Tom asked. She looked at him with a glint in her eye, and said quietly "You know I'm not." Unknown to Tom, Sarah had crossed her legs under the table and the wrap over effect of her sarong had uncovered most of her legs. He noticed some lads looking in the window at her, clearly naked under the thin material, although they couldn't actually see anything of an intimate nature. He twigged what they were looking at and told Sarah, "You've got an audience." "I know," she grinned, "I'm just giving them something for them to be envious of you for." "I'm glad." Said Tom. Sarah smiled and said, "You know, it's amazing, those guys have probably walked past a hundred topless women today on the beach, or even more and yet I sit here shown a bit, well perhaps more than a bit, of thigh and they crowd round to watch. It gives me a great sense of power." Eventually they finished their meal, the crowd of lads had moved on and lots more people were appearing on the streets. Clearly the clubs were beginning to open and the restaurants beginning to slow down a little, although many were far from closing. Tom and Sarah wound their way through the tables towards the door, saying their farewell to the staff. Outside, Carole was still doing her stuff, albeit there was a little lull at the time, so they went to have a word with her. "Thanks for the drink." She said, "Did you enjoy your meal?" They told her that yes, indeed they had very much enjoyed the whole experience, the atmosphere, the food, the service, "The window seat!" interjected Carole with a laugh. "I think you did as much for trade as I did tonight! Will we see you again tomorrow night?" Tom replied saying, "I think we can arrange for you to see more of us, or particularly, more of Sarah if you like!" "I'd like that!" Carole said. Sarah smiled and mouthed "Thank you." Before moving off, the two women gave each other a peck on the cheek, so Tom did likewise. "I like her!" announced Sarah as they walked away. As they walked down the street hand in hand, loud disco music attacked their ears from all directions. "I think the chances of a soft romantic dance together are pretty slim tonight!" Tom said. "Well, there's only one thing to do in that case," replied Sarah, "That is to go with it and get plastered!" They had had the equivalent of a bottle of wine each so far, but having a meal with it masked the effects somewhat. They pushed their way into one club which was slightly less raucous than some of the others, got a lager each and stood to one side of the dance floor watching the dancers. The girls in the club seemed to be competing to show as much flesh as possible as they danced. "I now know what you meant when you said that no clothing could be too revealing!" Sarah called to Tom over the noise as she jigged up and down in time with the music. "Shall we join them?" Tom asked. Sarah nodded and then they found there was nowhere for them to put their drinks down. So, they quickly downed their drinks, go rid of the glasses and went on to the dance floor. Sarah's bandeau bounced up and down with her breasts and she danced. "It looks as though you might lose that!" Tom called to her. She just grinned and spread her hands as if to say "So what?" Tom was mesmerised by the nipples and areola that he could see through the material. Sarah danced up to him, rubbing her breasts against his shirt. His hand fell naturally to her hips, just below which he could feel the top of her sarong. He placed the flat of his hands on her hips and with his thumbs, pressed gently on the joint between her belly and the top of her thighs. She flung her arms around his neck and humped her groin against his. As he predicted, her top began to slip and soon areola appeared above the fabric. This stopped nothing and soon she was dancing away from him, for him with her bandeau around her waist. Another girl saw what was happening and lowered the front of her dress so she too was topless. There were so many people on the floor it was difficult to see who was topless and who was not. Nobody seemed to care much anyway. Eventually Sarah pulled her top back up (sort of) and they had a couple more drinks and another dance before Sarah declared it was too hot in the club and she would like to go outside. They actually walked into the old town about a mile away and found a quieter bar there. Despite the amount they had already had to drink, they were not drunk. Perhaps happy would be a better description. About two in the morning they decided to have a taxi back to the apartment block. When they got there, a walk in the gardens seemed a good idea. As they walked across one of the lawns, they were surprised when suddenly the garden sprinklers started up! Sarah giggled, "Well you wanted me to get wet for you!" she danced around the lawn getting absolutely soaked. Her sarong and bandeau as good as disappeared, clinging to her body. She then lay down on the grass letting the sprinkler play over her. Tom was soaked too of course and lay down with her. They began kissing and caressing each other in the cooling water. Tom traced the outline of her breasts and nipples with his fingers. She reached into his slacks and began to work her fingers up and down his penis, which of course began to respond. Soon it was fully erect and relishing the attention. He knelt either side of her hips and sat back, his bum resting on her legs. "Cum on me Tom," she said "pull your self off and cum all over me." He knelt back up and trapped her wrists to the soggy ground with his free hand. "OK missy, prepare to get sticky!" She wriggled under him as he began to wank. He was already pretty close so it was not very long before he was squirting her throat and face with his seed. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she gasped as he fell on her, kissing his own semen into her mouth. The water was still raining down on them as he reached down behind himself and fingered her labia, wet for all sorts of reasons. Her legs shot open to help him bring her off. It was not a comfortable position and could not be sustained. She shimmied down under him until his prick was pointing at her mouth. She opened her lips and took the whole length and sucked. There was little Tom could do other than support his weight as she both sucked him back to erection and brought herself off with her hand. Before long she was bucking under him and he was literally fucking her mouth. They collapsed afterwards, still being sprayed by the sprinklers. "Tom, I have to wee." She whispered to him. "Well go on then." He said. "What! I can't!" "Of course you can, who's to know? I'm staying here on top of you!" The ridiculous situation made her laugh she was getting soaked anyway and indeed who was to know, but she wanted to get up, but was laughing so much and drunk enough not to be able to overcome his power. In the end, despite herself she emptied her bladder over the sodden lawn. "I've done it." She told him. He kissed her full on the mouth, tonguing her into compliance. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 02 "Now I'm going to go too." He told her, getting back up onto his knees. "Over me?" she asked. "You'll like it!" he told her. She struggled but could not move. Eventually she gave up and said "Oh! Do what the bloody hell you like, I don't care!" He stood up and began to prance round her, pissing on the grass and bushes he looked so comical leaping and dancing round in circles, that she started to laugh again. He decided to put in a risky one and directed the flow on to her belly. Just at that moment the sprinklers suddenly stopped and there he was pissing on his girlfriend's belly and splashing her breasts. He hauled her to her feet and they embraced. As they did so she felt a warm sensation in her groin area. "Tom are you still pissing?" "Why want to have closer look?" "No I don't and I'm going to get my own back on you before the week is out! Her soggy bandeau and sarong were somehow wrapped round her body for the walk through the entrance lobby. They dripped a trail of water, across the hall into the lifts and along the corridor to the room. They had a shower together and slumped naked on the bed without pulling back the covers. Sarah woke first the next morning and wandered out on to the balcony. She took in the view, leaning on the railing round the outside. She looked to her left where there was a wall which dipped down and saw a man in his fifties on the next balcony reading his newspaper. He saw her and looked a bit embarrassed. She though "I'll brazen it out." And walked over to greet him she held out her hand and said "Good morning, I'm Sarah." The fact the she was still naked and apparently wanting to shake his hand non-plussed him a bit, but old world courtesy came to the for and he stood up and shook her outstretched hand. She chatted with him quite naturally ad seemed to him to be totally at ease with her nakedness. "Roger." He said "Roger Wilkinson." "Nice to meet you Roger." She replied, I guess we'll be seeing quite a bit of each other, as we're here for the week." "I hope so Sarah!" Roger stuttered and went back inside his apartment. Sarah went back in the room and knelt on the bed beside Tom. "I've been meeting our neighbour." she told him as he woke. "In that state?" asked Tom. "Yes I was caught a bit by surprise, but he's old enough to have seen a naked woman before!" "Not as gorgeous as you!" exclaimed Tom "C'mere!" He made a grab at her but she was too quick for him. "I'm going for a swim," she told him, "join me at the pool and we'll have breakfast." She picked out a nice brief bikini and a gauze cover up and set off down to the pool. Tom dozed on and eventually rose, took a shower and headed off to the pool in search of Sarah. He found her having a coffee on the pool terrace – alone. "Ahah!" he said, "no entourage to carry out your every whim." "I sent them away." She replied with an airy wave of her hand, "They bored me and none of them were as good looking as you." Then she laughed. "I'm virile too!" Tom exclaimed, "let me take you upstairs and I'll show you." "Sit down and have a coffee." She told him. They discussed the events of the night before. "I liked your outfit last night." Tom told her. "I thought it was very sexy." She smiled and replied, "We might be able to do better than that, we'll see how the week progresses. That is, of course, if you're up for it" "Bring it on!" Tom said, full of bravado, then he asked her, "Have you any regrets?" "Ha!" she squawked, "Well, being pissed on by my boyfriend was new experience!" "Did you mind?" he asked. "Well I was so wet in the first place, it hardly made any difference." She said pointedly. "To answer your question, No I don't suppose I did mind really, - but!" she shot him a glance. "Don't make a habit of it!" They spent the rest of the day either in or by the side of the pool, having lunch there too. As they lay sunbathing, most of the women had taken off their tops. Sarah was no different including going for a swim. Tom spent his time trying get her bikini bottoms to come adrift, but she was always ready for him and twirled away every time. "If you're really good tonight, I have a very brief thong which I'll wear for you tomorrow." She told him. Eventually they went back to their apartment, Sarah not bothering to put back on her bikini top, just slipping on the gauze cover up, which of course hid nothing. Tom was very proud of her and put a possessing arm round her shoulders. Arriving in the apartment, almost immediately they had sex. Tom would have thrown her down on the bed and pounced on her, had she not beaten him to it by flinging herself backwards on the bed and telling him to "take me". She had taken off her cover-up bit still had on her bikini bottoms. "These are not brief enough to be seen in public on such a body as yours!" he told her roughly. "Then despatch them!" she urged him "Anyway you want!" A snatch at the fabric, tore the pants in two and he was on her. She was ready for him, her labia moistened already by the journey through the block with no bra on. It was a hot passionate shag, no love shown or given, pure animal sex from which they both emerged sweating and heated. The hair on their heads was plastered to their skulls and Tom's hairy back was run with rivulets of moisture, through which Sarah ran her fingers. They slept and recovered, showered and got ready to go out for dinner. She put on a long black printed skirt, with an elasticated waist. It did not escape his notice that she wore it low on her hips. Her top was a white singlet with large arm holes, allowing the sides of her breasts to be seen. She wore sandals and nothing else. It was a hot evening, so Tom wore some calf length shorts and a polo shirt. There was no discussion about where to eat, they went straight to the same restaurant as they had visited the night before. As they expected, Carole was busking in customers. They hung around until she was free and went over to greet her. The girls kissed cheeks as they do and then Carole surprised Sarah by allowing their lips to touch. It happened so briefly that Tom almost missed it. Sarah, slightly shocked, whispered to Carole, "I liked that!" "There's more where that came from if you'd like it." Carole replied. "Later?" Sarah nodded and stepped back to allow Tom to greet Carole, as it happens in a very similar way. As she escorted them in to the restaurant, Carole placed her hand in the small of Sarah's back, her fingers, extending to just get their tips under the edge of the elastic of the waistband of her skirt. "I finish at eleven tonight." She told them as the waiter came towards them. He placed them, at their request, at the table in the window which they had occupied the night before and handed them welcoming drinks. As she sat down, Sarah pulled the hem of her skirt up on to her thighs. "Who's that for?" Tom asked her, smiling, "me or her?" Sarah blushed. "It's er... very warm...er ..anyway." suddenly she stopped and grinned, stirring her drink with its straw, "Are you jealous?" "Only if I'm not included." Tom replied. Sarah took his hand and said "If you're not included, then neither is she – alright?" "Can't you pull your skirt up a little more?" Tom asked and they both burst out laughing. Throughout the meal, Sarah's skirt did, miraculously, seem to edge it's way further and further up her thighs. This was not missed by Carole, Tom and many other passers-by. Tom surreptitiously signalled to Carole through the window that she should undo a button or two on her blouse. She laughed and waved him away, but both Sara and Tom noticed a little later on one more of the buttons seemed to have become unfastened. They lingered over their meal again, but this time they were waiting for eleven o' clock. Passing trade had slowed down to a point where there was little need for Carole to be stood outside, so with the Manager's permission she joined them at their table. "So what do you want to do?" Sarah asked her, "Go out and get drunk or come back to ours and have hot sweaty sex? I must warn you however that Tom is definite to be part of it, and he likes his women to have an exhibitionist streak." Carole looked at them and said "In that case,...." She unbuttoned her blouse to the waist, "I think a drink beforehand would be a little more civilised, don't you?" "He doesn't like bras either." Sarah noted, as she eyed the black bra that currently contained a couple of nicely shaped breasts. "I'll have to wait until we get out of this place, but I know a little bar where the tourists don't get, then I'll take it off. – OK?" "That sounds like a good plan." Tom remarked, signalling for the bill. They walked side by side, with Sarah in the middle, down a couple of darkish alleys, Carole speaking to a couple of characters, who passed the other way, they clearly knew each other. A small doorway opened up into a dark bar with sofas and easy chairs round the room, a bar provided most of the light, which wasn't much. Carole said something in Portuguese to the barman and he nodded and smiled and began setting up some drinks on the bar. "Now, Tom," Carole began, "you go and get the drinks, not forgetting the tip....." "While I help her out of her bra!" Sarah interrupted. By the time Tom had got back with the beers, Carole and Sarah were sitting side by side on a three seater settee. Carole's bra was on the small table in front of them and her hand was inside Sarah's singlet, feeling one of her breasts. They were kissing. Carole indicated that he should sit down beside her. As he slumped into the lower that expected seat, she took his hand and placed it at the zip of her jeans. He gently undid the metal button at the waist and slid the zip as far down as he could manage. Carole's legs opened a trifle and she and Sarah began kissing with a little more vigour. Tom's fingers found a pair of panties with a wet gusset, which he wasted no time in getting his fingers inside. Sarah's top was now above both of her breasts and her nipples were rock hard and protruding. Tom put his free hand along the back of the sofa and ruffled Sarah's hair a little. She took his hand and draped it over Carole's shoulder and down on to her breast. He pulled the side of her blouse away to expose her nipple which was just as pert as Sarah's. Carole's groin began to move in concert with Tom's fingers, which by now had penetrated the sopping wet labia of the dark haired woman sitting between him and his girl friend. She began to groan, Sarah tried to stifle her by putting her mouth to the other's lips and thrusting her tongue down her throat. Not long after, Carole lay back gasping "If you think you're getting away with that, you're very much mistaken!" Before they had chance to wonder what she meant, she continued, "I'm gonna need several more of them before the night is out!" "Let's finish our drinks and go back to ours." Tom suggested. They were so hot that the lagers hardly touched the sides of their throats, so they had two more each. They set off back to the apartment block, Sarah between the other two. Tom reached round behind her back and took Carole's hand. He guided it to the back of Sarah's skirt and together they began to push the elastic further down. "What are you two up to?" Sarah accused them. Of course she knew exactly what they were up to, she just didn't know how far they would go. By the time they neared the accommodation, Sarah's waistband was halfway down her buttocks, exposing a hands breadth of bum cleavage. She retaliated by rubbing the groins of the other two. This prompted Carole to turn slightly and thrust her other hand down the front of Sarah's skirt. "I've never been in here before." Uttered Carole, her blouse still undone completely. "Where do you normally take your lovers then?" Tom asked her. She replied quietly that she hadn't had sex for two years, so there hadn't been the opportunity. "Then we shall see to it that Tom gives you a bloody good fucking tonight!" Sarah announced. As they entered the lift, Tom said , "Right girls, strip off, I want you naked from now until we get to the room." "What about you?" Carole asked. "Yeah! If we're going naked, then so are you!" agreed Sarah. "OK then!" said Tom and began to take off his shirt. So all three naked, carrying their clothes, ran the gauntlet of several floors and a corridor en route to the room. Tom made a big thing about not being able to find the key in his clothes, meanwhile the girls were hurrying him along. They heard the doors at the end of the corridor open and then voices. Tom slid the key on the slot and slipped quickly into the apartment. He was quickly followed by the girls, who dived on the bed and began to kiss and cuddle each other. Tom leapt on top of them and they all began to kiss whatever part of whatever body was nearest. Tom began to finger Sarah and she took his hand and gently put to Carole's pubes. "Do her first," she said, quietly. Tom took her at her word and began to explore Carole's labia with deft movements of his first and second fingers. She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. It seemed only a moment before Tom was between her legs and the helmet of his penis was probing at the wet orifice. Within seconds he was in her and thrusting, thrusting, pushing, his whole length deep inside her. She lay there accepting him, her legs in the air then wrapping themselves round his body. Sarah positioned herself so her face was under his arse. She was face up and was trying to lick his scrotum. She was having a big job in maintaining contact as his thrusting kept taking it out of reach. He was soon getting close to ejaculation and began grunting. "Don't cum in me!" Carole called out. "I'm not on the pill!" He wasn't going to take any notice of that, he was going to fill this bitch with his live sperm and fill her good! Carole whispered "Tom!" resigned to her fate, she physically couldn't stop him impregnating her. In fact she was enjoying the experience of being helpless at the same time as being petrified of the consequences. Sarah intervened by pinching his thigh – hard. He withdrew suddenly and shot three strands of semen at Carole's soaking vagina rather than in it. Sarah positioned as she was, with her head thrust up against Carole's backside was in prime position for any dregs, of which there were plenty and her face was soon glistening with Tom's seed. More than that, the semen that was running off Carole's wet labia was dripping into Sarah's hair. She wiggled her head against the runny orifice, making Carole open her legs even more as Sarah's blonde hair became matted with the combined discharge of Tom and Carole's sexual juices. Carole gasped as they sorted themselves out, "Tom, I'm sorry, next time we'll use a condom." "Next time?" Tom thought to himself, "I didn't think she'd let me near her after that little episode. "Carole, I should be the one apologising. I should have stopped when you said to, I'm so sorry!" "It's not all bad!" Piped up Sarah, "Look at me! Anyone want a kiss?" Her face and matted hair looked a mess. "I think we should both kiss you in gratitude." Tom told her, "Come here!" They all shared a kiss and Carole rubbed her hands through Sarah's hair. "What a sacrifice, your beautiful hair!" she said, "Perhaps I should return the favour!" Turning to Tom, she continued "I really wanted you to carry on – but then, I didn't, do you see?" Tom nodded. Carole went on, "I stopped taking the pill and had my coil removed when there seemed little prospect of me finding someone with whom I wanted sex. Tonight I got caught out and you are blaming yourself." Tom took her face in his hands "Then I suppose a blow-job is not out of the question after all!" They all laughed at that. "You have my permission, providing it is alright with Sarah here, to cum anywhere you like on me, as soon as you can manage it." Carole was quite clear about it, although she couldn't allow him to ejaculate into her vagina, anywhere else was a legitimate target. Sarah climbed on top of Carole who was laying across the bed, and presented her labia to the other's mouth and said, "I think it's time you paid up on the favour you owe me, remember I haven't come yet." Carole set to work with gusto, probing with her tongue, deep into Sarah's body. As the two women worked each other, Tom was watching and he began to feel a second wind stirring in his loins. His penis was beginning to become erect again, although he felt that it would be a little while before he could produce more semen. Sarah had her hands buried deep in Carole's hair and maintaining a vice-like grip, forced herself down onto to the mouth working miracles on her clitoris. Soon her juices were running down Carole's face as she neared orgasm. Tom watched her come once and could not resist any longer. He straddled Carole's body, pushed Sarah forward and pushed his now fully erect prick into her. Carole watched fascinated as the penis thrust in and out of her friend's soaking wet slit. She could hardly do anything else, her face was directly under the action. After his early efforts Tom did not have as much staying power and soon managed just a weak spurt into his girlfriend's quim. He fell away and Sarah pushed herself back up and placed her now cummy cunt back onto Carole's mouth. Carole sucked her dry and by fingering herself, managed an orgasm at much the same time as Sarah. Soon all three of them were asleep. The morning sunlight lit up the room like a searchlight and three naked bodies stirred. One of whom, had a morning woodie. Sarah placed her lips round it and began, very gently to work it with her hands. In a few minutes she was rewarded with a mouthful of semen, which she kept on her tongue as she moved over to where Carole lay. A slight pinch of Carole's nose was sufficient to make her open her mouth, whereupon, Sarah dropped the cream into it from her own. She then followed this up with her tongue, making her friend swallow the concoction of semen and spittle she had recently received. Tom in the meantime began to finger Carole's clitoris causing her body to writhe back and forth. The resultant orgasm when it came, flushed over the recipient like a wave of love. "What a beautiful way to be woken." She finally uttered. All three sat naked and unshowered on the balcony as room service arrived with breakfast. It was brought by a woman, so Tom took on the task of signing for it and displaying his manly tool to her. She seemed amused. Carole touched Sarah's matted hair, "You should have showered last night." She said. "Naa, I like the smell of him on me in the mornings." Sarah replied. "He certainly is a fine specimen," Carole suggested, "and good in bed too!" "If I'm that good, I dare you to walk down to the old town with me today, without having had a shower or washed your hair!" Tom told her. "And I dare you," Carole began, "to wear only a tiny bikini top and that skirt you had on last night, which should be worn as low as Tom specifies." "Hold on a minute!" Sarah interjected, "How is that I'm the only one getting dared here?" "Dare away." Carole told her. "OK," Sarah said, "I dare you when you are working tonight to wear your shortest dress and no underwear!" "My shortest dress is a white silk dress far too dressy to work in." protested Carole. "Then I'll lend you one of mine, but I warn you it will be flimsy and quite possibly be less than opaque." Sarah said firmly. "Then I'll wear my own dress." Carole announced. "But if you guys still want me around, I don't work Tuesday evenings and you can dress me however you like then." "Deal!" said Sarah and Tom simultaneously. The girls had forgotten that Tom had escaped a dare, -he liked it that way! Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 02 Carole had to go back to her home for the rest of the day and prepared to leave. "Remember." Sarah told her, "your shortest dress and nothing else for you tonight, we will be coming to check up on you!" "OK,OK,OK," Carole replied, sounding a little irritated, "I'll do it, God knows what the boss will say." "He'll probably want you to do it every night." Tom offered, grinning. Carole raised her eyes in horror, "yeah well, you just make sure she shows her bum and pubes over the top of that skirt today – I want photographic evidence!" They stood in the doorway of the apartment, seeing Carole out of the door, now back in her clothes of the night before, Tom was standing behind Sarah, they were both still naked and Tom's penis was settled nicely in the crack of Sarah's arse. He was cupping her breasts in his hands, hers were preserving what little modesty could be achieved by two hands at her groin. They watched all the way down the corridor before going back inside. Tom was quite hard again now and this matter was only resolved by a sex session on the bed. This time Tom planted his seed deep into his girlfriend and she loved it. "You wanted to do that to Carole last night." Sarah said without displaying any emotion. "Yeah! I nearly did too!" Tom remarked. "I'm glad you stopped me, It would have been a complication that we didn't need, if I had." "We?" Sarah asked. "Yeah, well I mean, I wouldn't have wanted to leave her in a mess and I wouldn't have wanted to put you in an awkward situation." They lay in silence for a while. "Do you think I should shave my pubes?" Sarah suddenly asked. "Why?" Tom asked in return, not knowing what to say. "Well, would it be sexier to have a tuft of pubic hair poking out of the waistband of the skirt, or not?" Sarah asked him. "Well I suppose, if you shave, we could push the skirt lower, but if you left the hair in place, it would remove any ambiguity on two counts." Tom told her. "Two?" she queried. "Yes, one, that could be no doubt that you were naked under the skirt and not wearing a bikini bottom underneath." "The other?" she asked. Tom guffawed "It removes any doubt that you are a natural blonde!" She hit him and said "Tom! Which do you prefer?" "For today, I think, leave it and make a proper display, but there may become a time later in the week that I think shaving would be better." The rickety bus to the old town was crowded and they had to stand. Sarah had put on a bikini top, the skirt and a pair of sandals, - nothing else. As the bus jerked along, Tom slid his hand over her hip and pushed the waistband down to the top of her leg. She turned her head and grinned at him and then put out her tongue in an act of defiance. He pushed his hand further down inside the skirt and held her thigh. She bit her lip and couldn't prevent herself from opening her legs a little. She had skirts which came further up her thighs than where Tom's hand was right now. Nobody else on the bus appeared to notice what was happening to her, although she herself thought that everyone could see her state of undress. She found it very exciting and looked forward to the day immensely. Her hair was matted and unkempt, but in reality, it looked just that, not full of cum and female ejaculate. As the bus reached town and began to empty, Tom hoisted her skirt back into place. That is, not up to her waist, but about six inches below her hips. They spent the afternoon shopping and in one shop Tom found a tiny little micro skirt, it can't have been more than six inches long, but it was flared and it was in a very light white material having a faint print on it. Sarah looked at it and smiled, "I'll bet you'd like to see me in that." "Damn right!" exclaimed Tom, "especially in public!" She laughed and said, "I suppose you want me to wear it out tonight." "Oh no." uttered Tom, "I want you to wear it out right now!" She laughed heartily at that until she realised that he meant it. "With nothing underneath?" she asked weakly. He nodded, "absolutely nothing." "Do I have to wear it all the time today?" she asked, somewhat nervously. "No just, say ten minutes out in the street, then you can put your longer one back on, but lower than you're wearing it now." She grinned and rubbed his groin and said, "you're getting turned on by this aren't you?" He rubbed her and replied, "And I suppose that you are not?" She bit her lip, "Well, it is exciting." "Then get changed." He told her. She and Tom walked up and down the street gazing into shop windows. She got several strange looks from people perhaps wondering if she was actually wearing any panties under her ridiculously short skirt. After a while, Tom said "I think your ten minutes are up now, do you want to get changed or shall we have a coffee first?" She smiled and said "A coffee would be nice." Tom chose a bar which had a little dais raised about six inches above street level and naturally took a table in full view of the street. Sarah was amused by this and said, "you're determined to show me off, aren't you?" He grinned and told her "If you thought you were not going to enjoy it, you shouldn't have joined." "Oh I'm enjoying it all right!" she exclaimed. "I can't wait until tomorrow night when we can take Carole out wearing exactly what we tell her." "In the meantime," Tom said to her, "We have the rest of the day to amuse ourselves." "I know," Sarah replied with a smile, "exciting, isn't it?" She then crossed her legs, exposing her thigh to an extent not seen hitherto. Tom finished his coffee and said "I think we should try and find a wet t-shirt competition tonight, don't you?" She stood up, took his hand as if to pull him up, "Oh yes! Do you think I should wear this skirt for it?" Tom's reply echoed hers, "Oh, yes!" They walked hand in hand along the street for a last time and found the fisherman's beach. So called because the fish market was just at the head of the beach and several boats were pulled up on the sand. She said, "If I am to wear this skirt tonight, I don't want to get it dirty, maybe I should put my other skirt on after all." Tom agreed and suggested she change behind one of the boats. She told him "There's no need for that I can do it right here." Tom was looking forward to this, but she thwarted him by simply putting the longer skirt on over her head, pulling it down into position and reaching under it to remove the short one. She laughed at his disappointment and said, "You won't be disappointed tonight." Tom satisfied himself by making sure that there was an ample amount of bum cleavage above the top of the skirt at the back, which was matched by a few tufts of blonde pubic hair at the front. After a couple of afternoon drinks it was time to catch the bus back up to the strip. This time it was not so crowded and it was clear that they would get a seat. As they boarded the bus, Sarah pulled the skirt up so the waistband was actually at her waist. Before Tom could say anything, Sarah sat down, but pulled the skirt from under her, so her bare bum was in direct contact with the bus seat. She then allowed Tom to hoist the front of her skirt up to the top of her legs. This did not actually expose anything but certainly gave the impression, rightly so as it happens, that she was not wearing anything underneath. Tom leaned over to her, "Do you fancy a shave when we get back?" She grinned and nodded. Tom spent the rest of the journey fiddling with the ties at the back of her bikini top. As they boarded the lift in the accommodation block, Sarah threw her arms around Tom's neck and said "I've had a lovely and exciting time this afternoon." He put his hands to her hips and slowly slid her skirt down her legs. Her only response was to thrust her tongue down his throat. The lift stopped at their floor and the doors opened. "Oh I say!" it was Roger Wilkinson, who was occupying the flat next door. The problem was he had his wife with him and she was shocked. "Oh! I am sorry!" gasped Sarah as she hoisted her skirt back up into position. "Time and a place for that sort of thing!" blustered Roger. "Of course!" Replied Tom as he niftily pulled the tie at the back of Sarah's neck undone allowing of course, her bikini top to fall to her waist. "Good afternoon." He added as he guided Sarah back to their apartment. As they went into the flat, Sarah turned to him, threw her arms wide and said "Take me I'm yours!" He did, she was, and they both loved it. During the course of their love making they contrived to get Tom's semen all over her breasts. This was rubbed in with glee and then licked off. It was getting dark when they awoke. "Right." She said, "I have to make myself beautiful, so let me have a shower first, then you can have one." "Even if you're going to get wet later?" Tom asked her. She replied, slapping his hand away from her breasts, "It's even more important to be beautiful at the beginning, it will probably contrast with a drenched and wrecked appearance afterwards." Whilst she was in the shower, she called Tom to come and shave her, for which she lay on towels on the bathroom floor and telling him to be "very careful" opened her legs for him. Tom very carefully carried out his task, after all he was hoping to make use of the orifice that he was attending to later. Finally satisfied, he pronounced her completely hairless in that very important little place. "Right, I shall be an hour getting ready." Sarah told him, "So get out of my way and leave me alone." When Sarah announced that she was ready, Tom was out on the balcony watching the people walking along the footpath next to the beach. She came to his side and slipped her arm through his and said, "Do you want to go down there later on?" He turned and smiled at her "Maybe." Then taken aback, "– God you look gorgeous!" Her hair was draped around her face which was beautifully made up, she most certainly had taken her time and the result was worth the wait. She was wearing the extremely short white flared skirt, which Tom had bought for her earlier in the day and a sparkly white top with thin shoulder straps. It just about reached the top of the skirt, leaving an inch or two of bare flesh when she moved. As she turned away from him, he noticed that the top laced down the back leaving a three or four inch wide gap completely down the back. This meant that the couple of inches of the crack of her bum could clearly be seen above her skirt. Tom and Sarah walked hand in hand down the strip until they met Carole, working as usual. She was wearing a fabulous white silk minidress with a square neckline and wide shoulder straps. From the way the material clung to her body, it was clear that she was not wearing a bra. "How are you?" Sarah asked. "I'm feeling very vulnerable in a dress as short as this!" Carole replied. Tom put his hand on her bum and said "I hope you haven't snuck a thong on, when you thought we wouldn't check." Carole looked at him and challenged, "check away, but don't let anyone see you." Sarah stood close in front of her, and hidden by their proximity, slid two fingers between a pair of unprotected labia lips. "She's right," Sarah told Tom, "nothing down there except a very sexy cunt." Turning to Carole, she said "Feel mine." Carole gasped as she did so, "You're wet!" she exclaimed. Tom sniggered, "Not as wet as she is going to be! She's promised to enter a wet t-shirt competition." Carole grinned and said "Try the Continental Disco, they have one nearly every night, most of the girls rip their shirts off and end up topless." "I may just enter in what I'm wearing." Sarah announced. "What! In that lovely top?" Carole asked, shocked. "Why not? Sarah countered, "Anyway we'll see what happens." They had almost decided to eat in a different restaurant that night but in the end relented provided they could have "their" window table. This was arranged and as Sarah sat on the chair, she made sure that her skirt was not underneath her bum, which gave her ample opportunity to display as much of her thighs as there was. During dinner Tom reached over and pulled one of Sarah's straps off her shoulder. She grinned at him, said nothing, but moved her shoulder forward a little which let the strap slide down to her elbow. The top of her bodice slid down somewhat and the swelling of her breast came into view. She smiled, took a sip of her wine and asked, "Are you satisfied with the result?" Tom laughed and said "Not all together, I won't be, until I have you naked again." She looked at him over the top of her glass, "here in the restaurant?" "No," Tom replied, "I can wait, -at least until we get outside!" She laughed at that and said, "Well it shouldn't take long, I'm not wearing much." "Does that bother you?" Tom asked. "If it did, I wouldn't be dressed like this, besides, I plan to have something even more revealing for tomorrow night, and that goes for Carole too! And," she added "if you don't do something to expose Carole to the night, -I will!" She looked down at her breast which was threatening to come out of her top. "You like this top like this, don't you?" Tom reached under the table and put his hand on her thigh. "Most definitely." He replied. The shoulder strap didn't make back up on to her shoulder all through dinner. Her top threatened to release one of her breasts at any moment. He smiled, rubbing his hand gently up and down her thigh, aware that they could be seen through the window from the street. "Are you going to let that shoulder strap slip any more?" he asked her quietly. She had just taken a mouthful of food, so Sarah shook her head vigorously which had the effect of shaking her shoulders a little. This movement affected her top which slipped just a little bit more, now the crest of her areola appeared out of the sparkly top. "Nothing to do with me!" she protested. "You're the one who pulled it off my shoulder! If you don't like it, pull it back up!" "Alternatively," he began, "I could adjust the other side to match." She laughed. "I like that, a bit of lateral thinking. If that's what you want, go ahead." "My hand is busy right now, I'd rather like you to do it." He told her. She didn't need telling that his hand was busy, she was spreading her legs to accommodate it. "You mean like this?" she asked. With that she bent her left shoulder forward and allowed the second strap to slide off her shoulder. "That's clever." He remarked. "It takes years of practice in front of a mirror!" she told him and they both laughed. Her second breast was not as exposed as the first – yet, but it wasn't far behind. The only thing that was stopping her top falling down completely was the lacing up the back. They finished their meal and sat there drinking the last of the red wine that was left. At one point, Tom reached across the table to take her by the hand, and by accident, knocked over her glass. The wine splashed her cleavage and ran down her top into her lap, staining both her top and her little white skirt. She didn't move a muscle. "Well," she said, with a mischievous grin, "I wasn't expecting the top to last the night, but I thought you might like to spray me with something other than wine!" "Oh Sarah, I'm so sorry....." he began. She stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Don't worry, it's scrap now anyway, Let's just enjoy the rest of the evening." As they left the restaurant, they stopped to speak to Carole. "God I can't wait to come out with you two tomorrow night! She told them, "That was so sexy!" "What?" Sarah asked her. "Your top! Nearly falling off in public like that!" Carole replied. "I so wanted to rush in there and pull it right down and take those lovely tits into my mouth." Sarah laughed, "And then, tomorrow night, my dear, you shall. Although I must warn you, that you are certain to get the same treatment. Further, you are unlikely to have ventured out in anything so revealing as that which you will almost be wearing. Remember? You promised." Carole grinned ruefully. "I know." She said, "I'm dreading it, but excited at the same time." Tom asked Carole if she would like to spend the day with them, rather than just go out at night. They could go for a run out in the car possibly up into the mountains. Sarah thought that was a brilliant idea and eventually Carole agreed. Sarah and Tom carried on with their walk up the strip and headed towards the Continental Disco where Carole had told them there was likely to be a wet t-shirt competition. They confirmed that this was the case and went in. They headed for the bar and downed a couple of drinks each before venturing in to the dance area. They danced to the loud and throbbing music and were very much enjoying themselves when the MC called for entries for the competition to be held later. A few girls went up, including Sarah, they were joined by more when he announced that the winner would get fifty euros (50$). They put down their names and were given a shot each and a very thin, poor quality t-shirt. Sarah gave hers to Tom, saying, "Hold this for me Tom, I'll probably need it later on." She grinned at him, "I'm going in as I am." He grinned too "You'll walk it." He told her. A shower cubicle was wheeled on to the stage and the build-up began. The girls were given time to modify their shirts in any way they wished before going on stage. Some cut slits in them, some cut off the bottoms, others made them into tie front shirts. Sarah just stood in line waiting. The form was to be an elimination heat and have three finalists, one of which would get the fifty Euros. The MC called each girl up in turn by name and they did a dance dry for about half a minute before stepping into the shower cubicle. It was up to them how long they stayed in the shower but they were only allowed a minute from the time they went into the shower. This doesn't sound very long but in actuality it was plenty of time. The first girl went up and was introduced as Sue. She had not, seemingly modified her shirt at all, whereas others hardly seemed to have anything left of theirs, even before they went on stage. Sue went up onto the stage and began to dance, after about fifteen seconds or so of playing up to the boys in the front row, she tore the neck of her shirt down to nipple level. She then went into a vigorous dance routine which showed off her lace panties somewhat. When she stepped into the shower, her shirt went immediately transparent. Whilst being soaked under the shower, she danced with her back to the audience, which allowed a great view of her fine back and bum. Sarah thought to herself, "She's done this before and knows what she is doing." When Sue turned round the rip in her shirt now went all the way down to the hem. Indeed it was only the hem stitching at pube level which was holding the shirt together. It was an incredibly sexy look and Sarah suddenly knew what she was going to do. She quickly borrowed a pair of scissors and made a small nick in the neckline of her top and also at the bottom of each side seam. As a further measure she undid the bow at the bottom of the lace up back and cut off the excess cord. Sue was coming to the end of her time and was baring her breasts and lifting the bottom of her shirt to show her wet panties through which a shadow of pubic hair could be seen. She danced off to the side of the stage to allow the second girl her turn. A succession of girls went on, danced, got wet and tore their shirts, but none were as good in Sarah's opinion as Sue. Suddenly it was Sarah's turn. The MC was surprised to see her wearing her white top rather than the standard issue t-shirt. She danced to the front of the stage and the boys at the front realised that a) she was different and b) she was not wearing anything under her short skirt. They set up a loud roar and cheering for her, louder than anyone who had gone before. Sarah stepped into the shower and the force of the water took her a bit by surprise. She too danced under the shower with her back the audience, but she concentrated their minds by reaching up behind and began pulling the cord out the loops which laced up the back of her top. She unlaced it to about half way before dancing up to the front of the stage. Then thrusting one hip towards the audience, she grabbed either side of the side seam of her top and ripped up to her armpit. This was met with a great roar of approval which was even louder when she did the same the other side. Her top and skirt clung to her body and gave a perfect view of her shape underneath. She took a grip of the neckline of her top and gave a questioning look to the audience as if to ask whether she should tear it. The answer, not surprisingly was in the affirmative. She ripped the top down to her belly, dancing round and round, allowing first one breast and then the other to appear through the torn top. Then suddenly her time was up and she had to make way for another girl. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 02 The last girl to go up was Zoe. She had slashed the front of her shirt with lots of small horizontal cuts. Her nipples were already poking through two of them. Apart from the shirt, she was wearing the briefest thong Sarah had ever seen. She was clearly shaven down below and the front of her thong barely covered her slit. The rest of it was just string. Zoe went under the shower and also danced with her back to the audience for a moment or two. Whilst she was doing this she reach behind her back and tore the, so far untouched, back of her shirt from hem to neck, leaving just the neck stitching holding the garment together. She danced to the front of the stage cupping her breasts with her hands through the transparent material and then slipping her fingers into one of the rips in the shirt, tore a big hole in the front. This went down very well with the lads and they gave a great cheer. All the girls were called back to the centre of the stage for the voting, which was done by the simple expedient of the MC holding his hand above the girls head and judging the response. The final three were clearly Sue, Sarah and Zoe. All three were invited to dance at the same time, nipping in and out of the shower in turn as they wished. Sue went in first, closely followed by Zoe and finally Sarah. Sue totally wet again, slid her shirt off her shoulders , but held the torn material over her breasts. Not that in really made any difference as the cotton was completely see-through anyway. She pulled up the hem of her shirt, showing her now transparent, lace panties. She snapped the last bit of material holding the bottom of the shirt together and held it wide open, exposing her body from top to bottom, her panties now hid nothing. Zoe took centre stage, pulled her shirt off over her head and threw it into the crowd. It was a very popular move as all she was now wearing was the minute g-string. She tugged on the side strings and the front piece disappeared up into her vulva, affording those at the front with a very close view of her intimate parts. She got a rousing cheer. Sarah danced to the front of the stage and slid the straps of her top down her arms and allowed gravity to take its course. Because the top was still clinging to her breasts it took a few seconds for it to drop away from her enlarged nipples. Soon however her breasts were completely exposed as she caught the top around her waist. She slid her thumbs inside the material and pulled it out wide, making as if to drop it on the floor. However she pulled her hands back to her hips and with her thumbs, pushed the waistband of her skirt down until her skirt was round her ankles. Her top was preserving what was left of her modesty, in that from her hips to the top of her thighs she was covered by the soaking garment. She kicked her skirt into the crowd and they went mad, calling for more. She pulled her hands wide again and simply let go of the rag that had once been a sparkly top and as it dropped to her feet she kicked that into the audience too. It was the crowning glory, and won her the competition. The other girls stripped off too but it was the way that Sarah had done it that won it for her. She was presented with her fifty Euros but as she was naked, she had nowhere to put it., so she called Tom over and handed it to him. She jumped down off the stage into his arms and they kissed. "Now I know why you wanted me to hang on to the t-shirt." He said and held it out. She slipped it over her head and as she was still wet, it immediately clung to her and where it did so, it became see through. The t-shirt was just about long enough to cover most of her bum if she was careful. Her mood was such that she was not inclined to be careful! They stayed in the club, dancing and drinking. She was very popular with the lads and whilst she was joking with them, all the time she had one arm linked through Tom's. It was a signal which most of them respected, although there was one who thought that he could ignore the fact that she was with her boyfriend and tried to grope her. Tom put him right on that score. He explained that she was his girlfriend and whilst she was prepared to entertain the lads and put on a bit of a show for a bit of fun, that was as far as it went. Nothing else was on offer, so he was told to bogg off in no uncertain terms. His mates restrained him and as a reward for them, Sarah picked up a pint of lager and tipped over her own head. "You can look all you want, but no touching." She told the guys. Her shirt was now as wet as if she had stood in the shower in it and showed off her body to good effect. They danced in the club until it was time to call it a night. Sarah boldly walked along the public street at 4.ooam wearing only a thin, damp t-shirt and both her and Tom loved it! They were both turned on to such a degree, particularly when Tom caressed a bum cheek with one hand and a breast with the other, that they stopped to kiss. A moment later, Tom pulled Sarah into the doorway of an empty apartment and shagged her against the wall. Her excitement mounted when he grabbed the neck of her t-shirt and pulled it quite literally in two. Her reaction was to sink her body further down onto his erect prick and push her tongue down his throat. Afterwards, she slid down the wall and sat on the cool tiles. After a few moments, the coolness affected her bladder and she began to piss. "Oh that's such a relief!" she exclaimed watching the stream run off the step into the street. "You'll make me want to go." Tom uttered. "Then go!" she told him, "over me if you like, wash the beer out of my hair." He looked down at her, she looked up and smiled, then giving a little nod, reached up and took hold of his now flaccid penis and pointed it at her head. His flow seemed non stop and for the nth time that night she was being drenched. Furthermore she was directing the stream and soaking herself with one hand holding his spouting prick and the other rubbing her own clitoris. She gave a little whimper as she came and suddenly took his penis into her mouth. She gagged on the urine, coughing and spluttering. He hauled her to her feet and kissed her, tasting his own piss on her lips. "Sarah, you're wonderful!" he told her. "Then take me home and fuck me rotten." She replied. He did just that, walking her the last fifty yards or so to the door of the complex, completely naked. This was a somewhat rushed edit of the story as I will not be able to update for a few weeks. Hope you like it. Don't forget to comment and vote. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 03 This is the proper Ch03, sorry I published Ch02 TWICE! I hope the webmasters can sort it out.! * Sarah was awakened by the ring of the telephone. "I'll get it!" announced Tom, walking out of the bathroom naked. "Hello?" "Hallo Tom, it's Carole, are you two still wanting to go out with me today?" "Of course!" Tom uttered, " er... Sarah stop that!" Sarah had crawled over to him where he stood leaning against the wall and was licking his testicles. "Start saying sexy things to him Carole, I what to make him cum while he's on the phone!" She called out. Carole obviously obliged as Tom was soon breathing hard. It was helped of course by the fact that Sarah was deep throating him as Carole suggested various things that they might try together. Tom's heavy breathing became grunting, so Sarah took his purple penis in her hand and began wanking him vigorously. He shot three or four long strings of semen out onto the tiled floor. Carole sussed what had happened and said "Mission accomplished I gather, I'll be round in an hour!" "Don't wear much!" Tom called to her as she rang off. "Right!" he said to Sarah, "now for your punishment!" He grabbed her and rolled her in the semen on the floor. When he thought she was adequately covered, he lay her on her back and straddled her torso, dangling his semi flaccid prick over her face. He squeezed a last few drops of his seed on to her nose and cheeks, rubbing into her face. Sarah was in the shower when there was a knock on the door. Tom opened the door, naked, to see Carole there. They embraced and Tom scooped her off her feet, carried her into the bathroom and deposited her, fully clothed into the shower with Sarah. Her print mini dress immediately clung to her body, her bra and panties showing through the material. Sarah laughed and asked "Why did you do that?" "She was wearing too many clothes!" Tom replied. Sarah put her arms round Carole and they kissed. After they emerged from the shower, Carole asked no one in particular, "What am I going to wear now?" Tom suggested, "Well, you can either wear your dress and shoes, all wet and clingy, or you can have something from Sarah's wardrobe which we will pick for you." "Well", Carole replied, "I might get wet whilst we're out, but I hadn't intended to start out that way!" "That's very intriguing," Tom mused, "I'm sure that Sarah could find something that would look very interesting when wet." "Oh god!" exclaimed Carole, "What have I said?" "I have the very thing!" announced Sarah. She was holding up a long white cheesecloth dress. "This and your sandals, or your dress freshly wetted, whenever we decide, with whatever we have to hand, that's the deal." "What are you wearing?" Carole asked Sarah suspiciously. "Tom will decide." She replied simply. "And," she added with a giggle, "How long it will last!" Carole looked shocked. Tom produced a button through cotton voile dress in pale green for Sarah to wear. It was mid thigh length and had long sleeves. Sarah slipped it on over her naked body and paraded around the room. "Shall I wear a belt with it?" She asked, "It will make it look a bit shorter." Tom nodded and she put on a wide fabric belt in white. This had the desired effect and they set off to the car park. They drove along the coast for a while before stopping in a little fishing village for coffee. Carole began questioning Sarah on her remark , "and how long it will last". "Oh that!" Sarah laughed, "everything in my wardrobe is dispensable. I fully expect that when we come to go home, all I will have left is a bundle of rags. Anything I have on is liable to be ripped off either partially or completely at anytime, even if we are in public. That also incidentally applies to that dress you are wearing. So, have fun! 'Cos we will!" Carole gulped at her coffee and wondered how she had got involved with such a couple as Sarah and Tom. They drove along the back of the sand dunes until a small area where cars were parked indicated the existence over the dunes of a small bar/café. Leaving the car, they trudge across the soft sand and found a dilapidated wooden hut with a rush canopy over a few plastic tables and chairs. Three small beers and a light snack were ordered and they sat back relishing the shade afforded by the canopy. "What plans do you have for tonight?" Carole asked. "Well," began Tom, I thought we could have a glamorous dinner at some posh restaurant and then back to ours for a night of unbridled sex." "In addition to that," Sarah told him, "Carole is going to give us, and anyone else who is watching, more than a glimpse of her fabulous body." "Oh! I am, am I?" Carole asked. "Don't worry," Tom told her, "You won't be on your own." "Tom?" Sarah exclaimed, "Are you going to strip off in public too?" He laughed and said "You never know your luck. However, someone is going to have to look after you two girls, So I think one of us is going to have to stay reasonably clothed for the evening." "The inference therefore being," Sarah concluded, "that Carole and I are not necessarily going to be always completely clothed during the evening." Tom smiled as their snacks arrived, "I always love watching you enjoying yourself." After coffee, (Tom had to drive), Sarah suggested a walk along the beach for a short distance. They walked barefooted in the shallows, relishing the cooling effects of the small wavelets washing their toes. "Still up for tonight?" Sarah asked Carole. "I think so, Carole replied, "but I don't think I have anything glamorous to wear, and I'd hate to show you up." "Everything will be provided." Sarah assured her. Just then a bigger wave than the others washed up their legs to about knee level, wetting Tom's slacks and more interestingly in his mind, Carole's dress. It went transparent instantly and clung to her calves like a second skin. Sarah, whose dress was much shorter and therefore was not affected, laughed. "Hard luck Tom," she said, "We should have been a bit deeper in the water. "That can always be arranged!" He announced and putting his arms around the girl's waists, ran them into the oncoming waves. Sarah "fell" over and pulled Tom down with her into the surf. Tom held on to Carole and soon all three of them were laid out and the waves washed over them. Sarah wrestled herself on top of Tom and sat astride him for a moment. Through her dress, Tom could quite clearly see a pair of stiff nipples and their areola. Indeed her breasts were outlined in quite some detail as the wet material clung to her body. He could also see a hairless pussy as the bottom button of the dress seemed to have disappeared. Carole was horrified to see just how transparent her cheesecloth dress had become and at first refused to stand up. From neck to foot, she appeared to hardly wearing a dress at all. Her tanned body was completely exposed. Most embarrassingly of all, her pubic hair shone through the dress like someone had applied it in black paint. The beach was not busy, but there were a few people about, but luckily they did not include any children. "Don't worry, Carole," Sarah told her, "We are all adults here and it is nothing that we have not seen before." Carole was not convinced, "These people have not seen me naked before!" she complained. Then Tom pointed out a couple who were indeed naked and several other women who were topless. After that she did not feel quite so bad. She had her misgivings however when Tom and Sarah headed back to the bar and sat down. She joined them, pulling her chair close to the table, so that all any bystanders could see was her breasts and her body in profile. Tom ordered stiff drinks for the women whilst he only had another small beer. After another couple of drinks and seeing that nobody was passing comment, Carole surprised herself by agreeing, when asked by Sarah, if she was enjoying herself, that yes, indeed she was and it did seem to be rather exciting being almost naked in a public bar. "Get used to it!" Sarah advised her, "Because we're hardly going to be better covered tonight!" Tom suggested that as Sarah had the "big wide belt" fastened, she didn't need the buttons above it done up at all. "You'd better undo them then." She told him and twisted in her chair to present them to him. In twisting as she did, the bottom part of her dress opened, exposing her pubic area. "You undo them yourself," he told her, "Whilst I take care of this." As he said that , he slid his hand up her thigh and slipped two fingers between her labia lips. She jumped a little and then shuddered, whispering, "not all the way in here -- please!" then biting her lip. She looked at his face, studying his eyes as she undid the three buttons holding her dress closed above the belt. She still hadn't moved her legs to close off the access of which Tom was taking advantage. "Let's go into the dunes." She suggested. Tom nodded and called for the bill. Sarah returned to her normal sitting position, and under the table, she placed her hand on Carole's thigh, telling her that. "Tom is going to bring me off in the dunes, I'm sure he'll do the same for you." "If he won't, I will!" Carole answered in a surprisingly throaty voice. The girls stood and hand in hand, walked out of the cover of the canopy. Their dresses were drying out in the heat and were almost back to normal as they found a depression in the dunes. Sarah took her dress off and laid it on the sand to dry a bit more. Carole, after a good look round, did the same and they lay on their backs soaking up the sun. Sarah soon felt some masculine fingers playing with her clitoris. She was so highly charged that it wasn't long before her body was moving up and down on the soft, dry sand. Much sooner than she expected, she was thrashing about under Tom's fingers, her legs wide apart, groaning and telling him in no uncertain terms to "Keep fucking going!!!!" Carole watched wide-eyed as Tom brought Sarah to orgasm after orgasm. She found one of her hands sliding down her belly and the other cupping one of her breasts. Her fingers found her labia which surprised her with it's wetness. They slipped inside as she watched Tom, having sated Sarah completely with his fingers, shuffled up astride her body until his knees were firmly planted in her arm pits. He began to wank himself, vigorously with his right hand. His left was in Sarah's hair, pulling it forward over her face. She smiled and muttered, "I thought you'd forgotten. Fill it good!" She moved her hands to Tom's arse and fingered his ring. This spurred him on and soon he was unloading several spurts of semen on to her hair covered face. "Oh God!" he exclaimed. "OOOoooooH!" announced Sarah. "I loved that!" Tom pushed her cummed hair back over her forehead, getting some sand mixed in with it at the same time. They both looked over at Carole, who had stopped frigging herself in awe. Tom allowed Sarah to get up and she rolled over half on top of Carole and kissed her fully on the mouth. She also took over where Carole had left off and pushed her fingers in side to fingers a very receptive clitoris. Her tongue was also penetrating Carole's mouth. They continued for a while and Carole had an orgasm, the like of which she had not had for a while. Tom, meantime, emptied his bladder over Sarah's arse. Sarah wiggled it in the flow with the result that some flowed down her inner thigh and on to Carole's thigh. The only result was Carole pulling Sarah's face down hard on her own and pushing her tongue into Sarah's mouth. "I enjoyed that!" Sarah exclaimed, sitting up, "If you're going to kiss me like that, perhaps Tom should piss on us more often!" "I don't know why it affected me like that," Carole began, "it's never happened to me before." Sarah sat astride her friend, putting some weight on Carole's belly. "Then you must try it again!" Sarah announced and raising herself up a little began to piddle over Carole's pubes. Carole's eyes widened with shock and then she smiled as she slid her hand to her labia which was getting showered by Sarah and couldn't resist rubbing herself. The warmth of the fluid surprised her. With her free hand, she caressed her breasts until she shuddered with an orgasm, not as intense as the one she had earlier, but an orgasm nonetheless. "You two are giving me such a good time, I don't want it to stop." Carole muttered. "Then it won't!" announced Sarah and bending over close to her ear, whispered, "as long as you let us do what we want to you." Carole threw her arms around Sarah's neck, pulling her even closer, "Anything." She whispered, "anything at all!" Sarah slid a hand to Carole's wet clit and flicked it with her finger. "Tom." Sarah spoke quietly, "Piss over us again." There was an embarrassed silence. "Tom?" "I -- I can't" Sarah turned her head and laughed. "Not in this state." Tom muttered. Sarah was laughing because Tom was sporting a huge erection. "It's watching you two, it's so sexy." Sarah grinned and still looking Tom in the eye, said, "Carole, would you like to fellate Tom?" She turned to Carole who smiled and murmured "Mmmmm." "Then go on and do it," Sarah replied, and standing up on the top of the dune, naked, with cum and sand in her hair, said, "I'll keep watch." Carole said nothing, but pulled Tom down until he was laying on his back in the soft warm sand. She positioned herself half on top of his legs, one breast each side of his thigh. Tom's penis was standing straight up, she took it on one hand and presented it to her lips. Her tongue flicked and licked at the helmet and her hand slowly worked the foreskin up and down the shaft. Carole then covered the top if his penis with her mouth. Tom couldn't resist a single thrust upwards with his hips. Carole grinned showing her beautiful white teeth slightly gripping Tom's prick. She began to work her hand up and down quicker, Tom was thrusting up and down regularly now, so Carole took her mouth away and rested her cheek on his hip. He was very close to ejaculation, something not missed by Carole. "Come on her face Tom." It was a quietly spoken instruction, "come in the bitch's face! Ooooofff! Tom looked up and saw Sarah standing over them, frigging herself in broad daylight. She went round above his head and sank to her knees, kneeling so her moistened labia was just above his forehead. Tom spurted three long strings of semen into the air, most of which landed on Carole's uppermost cheek, although some of it strayed into her hair and ear. "Oh FUCK!!!" exclaimed Sarah as she fell forward over Tom. The first thing that Tom realised was that a soaking vagina was thrust against his nose. Indeed he waggled his nose from side to side inside the hot slit. Meanwhile Sarah was licking his semen off Carole's cheek and collecting it in her mouth. She then let it run out between her lips onto Carole's upturned face. They kissed and Carole could taste cum on Sarah's tongue. As Tom continued to lick Sara's wet pubes and finger her anus. She effective spat in his face, but not with her mouth. Her mouth was busily engaged in collecting cum from Carole's face and dropping it, coated with saliva into her waiting mouth covering her teeth and lips at the same time. When Carole's cheeks were clean, if not dry, Sarah licked to cum off Carole's teeth. As an almost final act in this threesome, Carole took Sarah's face in her hands and blew the cum and sputum collected in her mouth all over Sarah's face. Sarah's reaction was one of wiping her face with Carole's hair, before sticking her tongue down her throat. All three of them lay there for a moment or two, before Tom spoke. "Was that all tight for you two then?" he asked. The girls laughed out loud. "Absolutely!" and "Too right!" were the replies. He looked at them, faces wet and hair all over the place. "Will you do something for me?" he queried. Sarah moved round to kiss him. "Anything." She whispered. "Both of you?" Tom asked. Sarah nodded, "Carole too, she'll go along with it." She looked at Carole who grinned and nodded. "Well," Tom began, I want us to get dressed, but not cleaned up, drive into the next village and have a drink at a table right by the pavement." "I don't know about a drink!" Suggested Sarah, "I want something to eat, I'm famished!" "A meal it is then." Tom announced. They chose a table that not only flanked the footpath, but the roadway as well. Sarah's shoulder length blonde hair was sticky with cum and sand, her cotton voile dress was buttoned and belted, that is if the two buttons which were actually fastened at the waist counted. She sat at the table, her legs crossed and the dress had slid off her legs. One of which was bared to the crease where her thigh met her abdomen. Tom reached across as if to brush away something that had stuck to her dress, but surprised the girls by ripping one of the undone buttons, completely off the dress. "My!" he exclaimed, "that came off easily, I wonder if ...... Yes! There you go, another one has gone!" Sarah put on a look of mock shock and said, "My goodness! I hope they don't all disappear as easily as that!" She pulled on one herself and it came away in her hand, "Gosh! They do. Look!" She pulled off another one the sole remaining one above her belt, "See!" Just then their meal arrived, so they started to eat. Tom looked at Carole, eating her meal. Her long brunette hair was also a mess, having a little cum in it from Sarah's face and fingers, being longer, about half way down her back, it looked a little more bedraggled than Sarah's. Her cheesecloth dress had dried out completely now and although a little dirty was almost decent, perhaps a little too decent. He spoke, "Sarah, do you think that Carole's dress is a little on the long side?" She looked at him. "After all here you are wearing that delightful tiny dress and very little else and Carole has not shown hardly any of her legs, since we got here." Sarah grinned, "I know what you mean." She replied, "What do you suppose we could do about it?" Tom handed her his steak knife saying, "I really don't know, but in an ideal world, the hem should not be closer to the ground than the sleeves, don't you agree?" Sarah choked on her food but quickly recovered and laughed saying, "As always, you are so perceptive." Carole watched wide eyed as Sarah pushed the knife through the thin cheesecloth material. "Oh look!" Sarah exclaimed, "there is a hole in your dress Carole." "There won't be any buttons left on yours if you carry on like that!" Carole hissed. "What a good idea!" Sarah replied and cut the remaining buttons off her own dress, leaving just her belt holding it closed. "There now," she said, "I think we can carry on now, don't you?" After her first attempt, Sarah had cut Carole's dress off so that it was about three inches above her knees at the longest point, (the back). Of course it was nowhere near level, at one point on the front of her left thigh, it was only about twelve inches from her waist. "Have you QUITE finished?" Carole asked, somewhat indignantly. "One more cut." Sarah suggested. Carole backed away. "Oh No! I'm exposed enough as it is!" "Aw, c'mon," Sarah pleaded, "One more cut and I promise no more off the length." She hesitated, "In fact I won't cut any more material away at all. If you let me do that, you can undo my belt one more notch, and that's all that's holding my dress closed." Carole looked her suspiciously. "One more cut, no material removed and I can undo your belt, - right?" Sarah nodded. Carole grinned and said, "You two! I don't know what I'm getting myself into!" eventually she nodded, "go on then, but you must lose the belt." "Completely?" Sarah asked. "Yup!" replied Carole, obviously thinking that Sarah would not agree to her terms. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 03 "You're on!", came the reply. Sarah raised Carole's left arm up and sticking the sharp knife through the material, made a cut from where the sleeve was sewn in to the dress all the was down to a point level with where the slit on her thigh reached. This meant that there was only about three inches of material holding that side of the dress together. "Sarah!" exclaimed Carole, "I'm almost naked!" Sarah laughed and simply replied "Yup" Tom paid the bill to a gobsmacked waiter and they set off walking along the street above the beach. Sarah had one hand holding her dress closed and the other round Carole's waist. Her fingers reached into the slit she had cut in Carole's dress and played gently with the bare skin. "I wish I'd put some cuts in your dress now." Carole muttered. Sarah pulled at the slit in Carole's dress, opening it so her bare hip was exposed. "I wish you had said something!" Sarah exclaimed in falsely shocked voice, "We haven't got the knife now!" As they walked, Sarah began picking at the frayed ends of the remains of Carole's dress. "Sarah," Carole giggled, "Stop it." "But I want to see more of your body." Sarah complained, carrying on picking. "I want to kiss it all over. Don't you want me to kiss it all over?" "Yes." Said Carole quietly, "but not necessarily in the middle of the stree --eet!" She reacted like that because at that moment, her friend slipped a finger up her leg and touched her labia. At that very minute, they reached the car. Carole climbed into the back and was surprised when Sarah clambered in behind with her. "Where to ladies?" Tom asked. "Somewhere quiet." announced Sarah, "If you can't find somewhere quiet -- keep driving. She pushed Carole back on the seat and climbed on top of her. They kissed. "Drive!" Sarah called out as Tom let in the clutch. He had to keep any eye on the road as they were still in town, but he heard sighs coming from the back seat. A moment or two later he heard the sound of fabric ripping, followed immediately by more sighing and the sound of kissing. Groans now emitted from the girls in the seat behind him, he was desperately trying to find a small turning off the main road. A bit more fabric ripped and her recognised Carole's voice call out "Oh Yes!" suddenly a quieter road came into view and he turned in to it. Only to be confronted by a queue of cars. They were being held up by a workman with a paddle with a parada, on a red background. The workman let a few cars go, showing vai on a green background, but stopped Tom again. His was the first car in the queue now. He was torn between warning the girls and letting them carry on. In the end he said nothing and exchanged a wry smile with the workman. The guy moved to a spot where he could get a better view and smiled back. He was watching so intently that he failed to notice that there was no other traffic coming from the opposite direction. Tom had to point down the road, past the works, before he let them go. He must have warned his workmates because miraculously, they all seemed to look into the car at the right moment. Tom eventually found a spot off the road where they could be at least partly hidden from the road. He turned to see Sarah serving Carole with the most elaborate cunninglus. It was clearly not the moment to join in. He suddenly remembered a little digital camera that he had put in the glove locker a few days previously, so he began to amuse himself by taking pictures of the pair in the back of the car. "Tom's taking photographs." Carole told Sarah. "Don't care!" retorted Sarah between breaths. Carole didn't seem to care either as she planted her hands in Sarah's hair and worked her sloppy cunt into Sarah's face. It could have been because Sarah was manipulating Carole breasts with her fingers as her tongue worked "down below". Carole's dress was halfway down her arms and her body was thrusting with the attention it was receiving from Sarah. Soon she began to orgasm. Sarah maintained her tonguing as her face became soaked with Carole's juices. Carole climaxed two, maybe three or more times before Sarah relented and let her calm down. Eventually Sarah climbed back up Carole's body and kissed her. Carole began to lick her own juices off Sarah's face. They kissed again. "You have surpassed yourself again!" Carole whispered to Sarah, "Let me do you now." Sarah threw herself back in the other corner of the seat and opened her legs wide. She began to finger herself "Hurry up then or I'll do it myself!" Carole got her dress in a tangle and couldn't free herself, so she quite literally ripped her way out of it before she lowered her face to Sarah's groin. As the girls got down to it again, Tom felt a little left out, but was still getting horny. Suddenly he hit on a brilliant idea. He reached into the car and wound down the rear window next to Sarah's head. He watched Carole bobbing her head up and down at Sarah's belly. Her face was hidden, but Sarah looked up at him and smiled especially so when he undid his flies and poked a semi-hard prick in through the window. He took it in his hand and began to slowly work his foreskin back and forth. Standing outside the car door, he couldn't see exactly what was happening, but he could hear it. He took a handful of Sarah's hair and wrapped it around his penis as he wanked himself. He could hear Sarah moaning and encouraging Carole in her ministrations at her labia and clitoris. This stimulated him to concentrate more on his own pleasure and he began to speed up his wanking. Sarah was thoroughly enjoying the attention she was getting from Carole, but she wasn't blind to the effect of Tom. She knew that he was getting close to ejaculation and so said quietly to Carole, "Come up here and kiss me." Carole did as she was told and slid her body up that of her partner and they began to kiss deeply. Tom could just about see this and that pushed him over the edge and shot three or four long strings of semen through the open window. He had no idea where it had gone, he just hoped that it had gone over the girls. When he looked into the car he could never have dreamed what had happened to his sperm. Carole's face and head was splattered in it and a little had been added to the older cum in Sarah's hair. "Don't wipe it off." Pleaded Sarah, "leave it on your face, - for me, please?" Carole laughed and agreed, saying that she thought Sarah was awful. When they arrived in the car park of the apartment block, they had already come to the conclusion that Carole's dress simply no longer existed as a dress. It was just a bundle of rags. As it was still broad daylight, (it was mid afternoon) so there was no possibility of her going up to the room naked. "You'll just have to wear Tom's shirt." Sarah announced. The shirt was too short not quite covering her pubes, but it was the only option, so she risked it. She felt very vulnerable wearing nothing just a few inches below her hips, but they made it. The cum had dried on her face, but there was still a suspicious looking substance visible in her hair. Tom was bursting to go to the toilet, so insisted that he use the water closet whilst the girls were still in the shower. After he finished, he drew back the curtain and stepped into the shower with them. They washed and rinsed each other off in between kissing and hugging sessions. After their shower together, Tom ordered some food from room service and he and Sarah demanded that Carole open the door, direct the waiter, where to place the meal, sign the bill and give him a tip, all whilst in the nude. This she did, saying afterwards that she found it a very exciting thing to do. After they had eaten, they all slept, still naked, in the late afternoon heat. Tom woke first and began to caress Carole's exposed pubic hair, he was idly running his fingers through it, when Sarah whispered to him, "shall we shave it off?" Tom burst out laughing, which woke up Carole. "What's so funny?" she asked. "We've decided to shave your pubes." Sarah told her. "What? Now?" Carole almost shrieked. "No! Of course not! answered Tom. "We're going to do it outside on the balcony!" They all laughed. Suddenly, Sarah said "You know, I think I would like to do it out there, then we can make as much mess as we like!" "Mess?" repeated Carole, "What sort of mess?" Sarah smoothed her brow and said "Relax, we can just use more foam, that's all." Carole was unconvinced, "Well, I'm not sure......" she began. "Carole," Sarah confronted her, "have we done anything to you which you have not enjoyed?" "Nooh" said Carole hesitantly. "If you don't like it you can grow it back, and who's going to know?" Sarah insisted. Carole laughed. "If recent events are anything to go by, everyone in the street!" she hooted. "Oh for fuck sake get on with it then!" she told them irritably. They laid her down on one of the sunbeds on the balcony, Tom trimmed her pubic hair back with some scissors until there was only some longish stubble. Sarah appeared with a can of shaving foam and a razor. Sarah sprayed the area with foam and Tom rubbed it in. He spent rather longer than necessary rubbing it in, indeed one of his finger penetrated her labia lips. "Tom!" Sarah exclaimed. "You're supposed to be shaving her not shagging her!" "You leave him alone!" retorted Carole without opening her eyes. By now Tom had got an erection and lifted her legs, lay on top of her and plunged into her. Sarah quietly slid back into the apartment and picked up her camera. After she had taken enough photographs, she armed herself with the shaving foam and gave Tom a shot up the arse with it. He flinched, Carole moaned and Sarah worked her fingers into Tom's anus. His reaction was to thrust deeper into Carole, who made no complaint at all, she loved it! Eventually Tom shot his load deep inside Carole and collapsed on to her, his face alongside hers, at the head of the sunbed. Sarah extracted her fingers from Tom's arse and put them in Carole's mouth. Carole pulled a face at the taste on the fingers, so Sarah removed them and wiped them on Carole's hair. Tom and Carole recovered and Tom set about the task of doing the shaving he had started out to do. By the time Carole had been shaved, oiled and powdered she said she felt wonderful. Sarah appeared with an evil look in her eye and sprayed Carole's head with the shaving foam. "Right that's the bottom part done, now let's do the top part!" she announced laughing. "On yer bike!" exclaimed Carole and leapt to her feet. She wrestled the foam can off Sarah and sprayed her in revenge. They chased around the flat spraying and rubbing in the foam on their opponent. They ended up running into the bedroom and falling, giggling on to the bed, covered in foam. "Well then!" said Tom, entering the room. "I guess you'll both have to have a shower now." "Yes, I suppose," said Sarah sullenly. "Then don't forget your shampoo!" retorted Tom revealing a couple of eggs he had held behind his back. With a slap and a crunch he broke one on each of their heads. They all had a shower and began to get ready to go out for dinner. Carole said "I hope you've got something for me to wear." "Oh-oh yes!" Sarah told her, "Tom would you like to show Carole the dress we bought for her?" "Is it very short?" Carole asked apprehensively. "Would you call it short Sarah?" Tom asked, with a twinkle is his eye, "for example, would you say it is as short as my shirt was this afternoon?" "Oh God!" exclaimed Carole, because she remembered that her arse and pubes were in clear view when they arrived back at the apartment earlier. "No." said Sarah, "but it is more revealing." "Bloody hell!" Carole swore. "Shall we put her out of her misery?" Tom asked. "Yes," announced Sarah, "I'll get the dresses out of the wardrobe." While Sarah sorted out the clothes in the wardrobe, Tom stood next to Carole and put his arm round her shoulders. "We're going to have a great time tonight, you'll love it!" "Will I?" she said quietly. "Have you not had a good time with us today?" he asked. "Yes." she answered. "And you lost all your clothing, and you still had a good time." He said. She grinned at him, "Yes I did and I wouldn't change a thing about the day at all!" "Here we are then." announced Sarah, holding two diaphanous creations, one white the other black, "Which one do you want?" "I have a choice?" Carole asked. "Sure, I'll wear the one you don't want." "I'll take the black one." Carole decided. They put the dresses on over their otherwise naked bodies, they were the same design, shoelace straps held up a cowl front and low back. The hems were at ankle level. "Good God they're see-through!" exclaimed Carole. She then laughed "Wouldn't it be a wheeze to go out just like this?" "Yes, it will." Sarah replied, emphasising the will, "because that's exactly what we're going to do!" Carole laughed and said "Go on! You're kidding......er.... you're not kidding are you?" Sarah shook her head and held out her hand and said "Let's go!" The dresses and shoes were all that they wore. Tom was resplendent in white slacks and cream shirt. As the walked away from the apartment building, Sarah adjusted her dress so that her nipples were resting on the cowl neckline of her dress. "Good in'it?" she laughed. They had already agreed not to use the restaurant at which Carole worked to save at least some of her blushes. They selected a restaurant just a few yards further down the road. It was a bit quieter than that for which Carole worked and not so easily viewed from the street. They were given a corner table, Sarah muttered "Well, we're well out of sight here!" "Then you will have no objection to my proposal." Tom replied. "Which is?" Carole asked. "That you pull up your skirts so that you are not actually sitting on them." Tom told her. "I suppose it's a start!" Sarah said, and standing up, hoisted her skirt almost up to her waist before sitting again and letting the sheer fabric settled in folds in her lap. "Now you." She told Carole, who, grinning, lifted herself off the seat just enough to comply with Tom's request. The waiter came to take their drinks order and leave them the menus. As they studied the possibilities for eating, Tom, seated between the ladies, leant across and gently laid his hand on Sarah's shoulder as he pointed out a particular dish on the menu. He then leant the other way to point out the same dish to Carole, but not before in removing his hand from Sarah's shoulder he had "accidentally" knocked the strap of her dress to the top of her arm. Sarah smiled at him and mouthed "naughty boy!" Carole suspected the same thing was going to happen to her. But in a pre-emptive move, placed her hand at the waistband of his slacks, and said to him with a sweet smile, "if my shoulder strap slips, then your trousers are going come undone!" In the event both things happened. Tom not only pulled the strap off her shoulder, but almost down to her elbow. He sat back and glanced at Carole with a quizzical look on his face. She undid the clasp at the waistband of Tom's slacks and put out her tongue at him. Before she had moved her hand, Sarah reached over and unzipped his fly. The two women then had a shock when they discovered that Tom was wearing nothing under his trousers. "Well," he said, "I thought if you two were going commando, the least I could do was the same!" They all laughed as Sarah said "I think this night is going to be more fun than I thought!" After they had finished their meal, they walked along the strip Tom in the middle with his arms around the two women. His hands were touching the bare skin of their backs as he slid them inside the cowl backs of their dresses. He settled his hands for a while on their hips, fingering the projecting bones as they strolled. They stopped off at a bar or two for a few drinks, before continuing further along the lively street. They were nicely merry, but not pissed. There was a bar with a mechanical bull in the courtyard fronting the street. "I dare you to have a go." Tom murmured. "Who?" the girls asked him, in unison. "Well," he said, "either of you or both of you." "I'm not having her pull me off!" announced Sarah. "Then I'll go on my own!" Carole retorted. Before they could react she had stepped forward and spoken to the guy operating the bull. "He said I can have a go for free!" she told Tom and Sarah. "Next!" Tom waited until they guy indicated that she should take her place on the bull, lifted her up and made sure that her black dress was pulled up over her knees so that she could grip the slippery leather bronco. He slipped the guy a ten Euro note, saying, "don't tip her off too quickly." The guy was a master of his machine. He bucked her just enough to make her slip, but not enough to tip her off. One of her shoulder straps had slid down her arm and a breast was in serious danger of coming free of the dress. Eventually the guy looked at Tom with a questioning look, Tom nodded and with a flick of his hand, Carole was deposited on her back on the cushions surrounding the machine. Her legs shot into the air, her bare arse was displayed for all to see as her dress seemed to have wrapped itself round her waist. Tom rushed on to the mat and pulled her to her feet she was laughing as he hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. There were cheers all round as the guy indicated to Sarah that she should mount the machine. Again Tom helped her onto the top of the leather saddle, this time her made sure that Sarah's white dress was pulled out from under her completely. She leant forward and said, "This leather feels lovely against my quim! I'm getting wet already!" Tom slipped the guy another tenner, the guy nodded and set the machine in motion. The first series of movements comprised of a number of short sharp vibrations up and down, which caused, Sarah to bounce up and down on the brown leather. She clearly enjoyed the sensation as she yelped with delight as, unseen by the crowds watching, her labia lips were slammed up and down against the seat. What was seen by the crowds as she yelled out "This is fucking marvellous!" was that her dress was sliding down her body as her shoulder straps fell past her elbows. Her legs were exposed to the top of her thighs and as the machine turned her round, the crack of her arse came in and out of view. Turning her back again, Tom saw her breasts were now completely on show, as one shoulder strap was round her wrist and the other was off her arm altogether. Tom nodded to the guy and he tipped her forwards over the head of the bull and she did a somersault onto the cushions. There was a bonus in so far as she all but left her dress behind. She landed almost naked on her bum on the blue cushions. Tom went over to her and hauled her to her feet, straightening her dress a little as he did so. "That was fucking marvellous!" she repeated, "I am so horny, I want fucking -- soon!" Carole hugged her and said "It's fun isn't it?" "Yes, it is.!" Sarah replied, "But I didn't get as long as you! I could have orgasmed up there!" Carole slid her hand up Sarah's dress as they stood pressed in the crowd. "Don't do that Carole," Sarah told her, "unless you're prepared to finish the job, I am SO horny that one of you two is going to have to fuck me, - and soon!" Carole moved to stand in front of Sarah, facing away from her. She put her hand behind her and fingered Sarah's clitoris. It was a bit awkward, but she persevered until he felt a masculine hand taking over the job. Carole turned her head and saw to her relief that Tom was pressed up behind Sarah. Carole took away her hand bust pressed her bum back against Sarah's groin. Tom slid his free hand round both girls to reach Carole's left breast, which he pulled out the top of her dress. Carole leant back against Sarah and Sarah pressed back against Tom as he carefully brought her to a climax. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 03 Sarah's knees bent as she came, so she hung on to Carole's shoulders as Tom stopped frigging her and tried to stop her falling. His method of doing this was to hold her under her rib cage with his forearm. The only problem with this was that said forearm was still inside Sarah's dress. As Sarah recovered her composure, Carole said "Wow! Bringing her off in a public place in the middle of a crowd? Would you let him do anything to you?" Sarah turned and kissed Tom hard on the mouth and uttered, "Anything absolutely anything at all!" "I think we all need a drink." Tom suggested and they moved into slightly less crowded bar. It was hot in the bar so they all ordered cold lager. "I liked it when your shoulder straps slipped." Tom shouted to the girls over the loud music. "Like this?" Sarah asked and slid one of hers down her upper arm. "I think he meant like this!" Carole suggested and pulled down the other one, leaving Sarah's nipples just peeking out of the top of her dress. Sarah took one of Carole's straps and threatened to snap it. ""Perhaps he would like it better if it was not there at all!" she laughed, but then she had second thoughts and reached down to the bottom of Carole's dress and pulled open the side seam all the way from hem to waist. Carole looked horrified for a moment, but then shrugged her shoulders, "It's your dress." She said, "your loss." "It's expendible and not expected to survive the night." Sarah said, her nose in the air. "In fact," she added, "It may not last until we get back to the apartment!" Tom took Carole's hand and said "Let's dance." As he led Carole on to the floor, he held her close and said, "I have a new move I want to try." "What's that?" she asked. "Just do as I say." He told her. She looked at him smiled and shrugged, "OK, let's try it then." They dance normally for a while until Tom decided there was enough space for his special move. It was quite a fast number they were jiving to, when Tom gripped Carole's hand and said, "Don't let go, but let yourself slide to the floor." Carole gracefully slid to the floor and sat on her bum at her feet, one hand in the firm grip of Tom's. He stepped to one side and this caused her to lay on her back on the floor. He then spun her round like a spinning top, using her backside as a fulcrum. She squealed with delight and allowed herself to go with the motion. Two turns later, her dress was around her neck as the split had opened up and she was completely naked from her neck down. A cheer went up from the other dancers and Tom helped her to her feet, her dress fell back into place and they carried on dancing. "That was SO embarrassing!" she exclaimed. "Did you know that was going to happen?" Tom smiled and said "I had an idea it would ne something like that. Shall we do it again?" "If you like!" so they did do it again. This time Tom held on to her dress and it rolled into a tight coil, on which he gave a good tug and the dress only stayed on Carole at all by virtue of one shoulder strap wrapped round her wrist. This time her dress did not fall into place, because she leapt up, putting her arms around his neck and clamped her thighs around his waist. This was how they left the dance floor, Tom carrying the naked girl as she stuck her tongue in his ear. Sarah was delighted with what she had seen and as she helped Carole sort out the tangle of the dress, Tom went to get some more lagers in. "I bet you buggers planned that!" Carole exclaimed as she struggled back into her dress. Sarah grinned, tapped the side of her nose with her forefinger and said, "You'll never know." Carole laughed, "I suppose you two had set me up you rotten buggers!" Sarah smiled at her and said, "Now tell me you didn't enjoy it!" "Well..... I-- I er..." began Carole. "Oh come on!" Sarah exclaimed, "you went for it a second time!" "I guess that proves it then." Carole conceded. Tom arrived with three lagers. "Carole thinks we set her up for you exposing her on the dance floor." Sarah told him. "Really?" Tom replied apparently astonished, "I had no idea what was going to happen at all!" He protested. Carole looked at him with a disbelieving expression. "Everyone seemed to enjoy it." Announced Sarah, "and I mean everyone!" with her arm around Carole's shoulders and pointing to Carole's chest with her free hand. "Carole," Tom began, "I rather imagine that you might like to take your revenge at some point." She nodded, saying, "and when she is not expecting it!" Tom smiled at the thought that Sarah seemed to be the target for the revenge and not him. They finished their beers and decided to continue along the street to see what other bars took their fancy. They stood outside one nightclub, "A Costa" which seemed to cater for the locals rather the tourists. "This one has a swimming pool near the dance floor." Carole told them. They went in. Some people were in the pool already. They got their drinks and watched. "Want to join them?" Tom asked Sarah. "Who?" she asked, "The dancers or the swimmers?" "Either!" Tom replied. She took his hand and that of Carole and said "Let's dance -- First!" Tom was dancing between the girls when another guy came along and just sort of joined in with them. Sarah partnered up with him as the music changed to a slightly slower tempo, leaving Carole in the arms of Tom. As they danced, Tom slid one hand down Carole's bare back. "I like that," she told him. "So do I." he replied, "how about this?" His hand found its way inside her dress, to caress her buttocks. "Even better." she murmured and rested the side of her head on his shoulders. She suddenly look up at him, "You should be doing this with Sarah, after all she is your girlfriend." He pushed her head back on to his shoulder and said "Don't you worry about Sarah, she's allowing me to do this in order to thank me for what happened earlier." "You gonna do it again?" she asked quietly. He laughed "Not to this tune!" He did however slip the straps of her dress off her shoulders and held her close. It was just as well that he did for without that support, the dress would have slid down her body and pooled around her feet. "Excuse me I'm cutting in." Sarah tapped Carole on the shoulder. "I thought you might." Carole replied somewhat sadly. "This is José," Sarah said, introducing her partner, "Carole, please dance with him, he's very good." José took Carole's hand, the straps of her dress were now back on her shoulders. "Você é muito bonito e sexy." He said to her in a low voice, Carole replied "Obrigado, eu gosto de você demasiado." As she put her arms round his neck and they danced away. "What was that?" Tom asked, as he took Sarah in his arms, "the emergence of the green-eyed monster?" "Absolutely not!" she exclaimed, "it occurred to me that we are going to leave a bit of a hole in her life when we leave, so I thought I would give her a bit of a push." They danced for a while watching José and Carole dancing, they seemed to be getting on quite well, José's hands seemed to be exploring Carole's body and she didn't appear to mind at all. "Look how that tear in her dress shows off her lovely legs." Sarah remarked. "Yes," Tom agreed, "by her standards you are overdressed." She looked at him with a sparkle in her eyes and said, "well, do something about it!" He drew her to the wall of the club, where they had room to move. "Would Madam prefer the knee, thigh or hip length slit in her dress?" Tom asked on a poncey voice. "Hip, if not higher." She told him. He knelt at her ankle and carefully parted the side seam of her dress at the hem. He tore it up as far as her hip. He stood up and whispered in her ear, "I think it needs the other side doing to match." She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. "At least!" she muttered. He knelt again and did the same to the other side of her dress. "I love you." She told him. She hugged him and said "Shall we dance again, or do you want to strip me naked?" He smiled at her and said "Both." She pulled his head to hers and said "I'm yours to do with as you wish." They joined the rest of the dancers on the floor. It had reached the time of night when slow smoochy dance tunes were in the ascendant, much to the approval of the patrons in the club. Tom and Sarah sidled up to José and Carole, whose shoulder strap had mysteriously slipped again. But it didn't matter as José was supporting the dress by dint of cupping her breast in his hand. "I see he's modified your dress." Carole said to Sarah. "I have!" announced Tom "and what I particularly like is the noise it makes when I do this..." and he gripped either side of the tear in the left side of Sarah's dress and slowly tore it further up her body. The tearing of the fabric sounded very loud to the four of them and Sarah said "I think he will have to fuck me soon!" Tom only stopped tearing when he reached the under arm seam of the dress. He then picked Sarah up in his arms and carried her towards the pool. José and Carole followed to see what happened, Tom hesitated for a moment on the edge, so Carole pushed him, with Sarah still in his arms into the water with a big splash. José saw what she had done and pushed her into the water and then jumped in himself to join them. They fooled around in the pool for a while, the girls being passed from one to the other for a bit of kissing and feeling up. Sarah pulled Tom towards her at one point and said, "Let's ask José to come back with us to the apartment." Tom agreed and so it was that they finally hauled themselves out of the water to head back. The girl's dresses had of course gone completely transparent, because they were nearly so before they got wet. What the girls found hilarious though, was that Tom's slacks, being lightweight and white had also gone see-through. José had taken the precaution of wearing boxer shorts under his pale trousers, so was not quite so exposed. When they reached the flat, they all stripped off their wet clothes. In fact the girls were stripped off by having the remains of their dresses ripped away, - not that it took much effort. The Mini-bar was raided and four naked figures lounged around, touching their partner's genitals and other arousing places. Sarah and Carole did a lesbian act ostensibly to get the boys in the mood. (It was hardly necessary!), but it was for their own enjoyment too! They gave each other an orgasm by fingering and licking the other's clits. Tom joined in with the girls closely followed by José. The four of them were in one way or another, engage in kissing, licking or penetrating intimate parts of their partners body. Sarah found herself lying flay on her back across the bed with Tom kneeling astride her chest. He started to wank himself off with the obvious intention of targeting her face. He tipped his head and nodded to José to do the same, who then stood at the other side of the bed, by her head, whilst Carole began masturbating him. In the event, Tom came first and most of his initial ejaculation went over Sarah's face and landed in her hair and on José's thighs. The second, third and fourth spurts were more or less on target. With Carole's help, José pumped most of his seed onto Sarah's forehead and hairline. Carole then set to wiping José's dark thighs clean with Sarah's blonde hair. She then rubbed her hands all over Sarah's splattered face and head, smearing the semen well into her friend's hair and into her skin. She finished her ministrations by leaning over and planting a wet kiss on Sarah's open mouth. Room service was called to bring up some beer and sandwiches and a debate was held as to who would answer the door naked to the waiter. A conspiracy was clearly at large because a vote of three to one elected Carole to be the meeter and greeter. Sarah added to Carole's embarrassment for after she had reluctantly agreed to do it, Sarah wrote the SEX in lipstick across Carole's belly. She tried to back out of her commitment, but the others insisted that she go through with it. As a concession they agreed to all be nakedly in view as a token of support. The waiter turned out to be a waitress, a woman in her fifties, who greeted the sight before her with professional detachment, if not to say boredom. They all laughed uproariously after she had gone. Not long after the beer and sandwiches had been consumed, the effects of the long intake of alcohol began to make themselves apparent and they all climbed into bed together and slept. Carole woke first, but lay in the bed, looking at her companions. Sarah was next to waken she caught Carole's eye and they spotted Tom limp penis resting on his thigh. Sarah put out her tongue in an exaggerated licking motion and the girls stifled a giggle. Nonetheless Sarah carefully positioned herself so that she could, in fact take Tom's prick into her mouth. She looked up at Carole and indicated to her that she do the same to José. Carole followed her friend's lead and took the recumbent member of José between her lips. José stirred and muttered "Isso é agradável" (That's nice) and rolled on to his back, to give Carole better access. However, it wasn't long before the two had changed places and José was on top almost literally fucking Carole's mouth. Sarah and Tom, (who was by now wide awake) lay there watching, amazed. At the last moment, José pulled out of her mouth and covered her face in his sperm. He then collapsed on top of her collecting some of his own ejaculate onto his belly. He was almost suffocating poor Carole until Sarah pushed him off her so he lay on his side alongside her. Sarah kissed first Carole and then José before going down and licking his belly clean. She was encouraged in this by Tom who was fingering her labia from behind. They decided to go down for breakfast rather than try to cater for themselves. This left José with a problem of what to wear as when he threw off his wet clothes the night before they landed in a heap by the door. That is where they still lay, slightly damp and very wrinkled. Tom sorted him out, Carole was in a similar position although she did have the clothes that she had arrived at the flat wearing the day before. Sarah announced that she would allow Carole to wear the cotton print minidress providing she wore nothing underneath. Otherwise, Carole would be dressed by committee and would like as not end up wearing very much less than that. She elected to wear her own dress. At breakfast, Carole discussed her having to work that night. "So we have all day!" announced Tom gaily. "I suppose." Carole conceded. José suggested they go to his family's villa about 10 kilometres away and spend the day there. "Don't you have to work?" Sarah asked him, "Only tonight." He replied. "Where do you work?" Carole asked him "A Costa, the nightclub, I own it, with my cousin." He replied. "A Costa!" Carole exclaimed "That is where we met you!" "Yes." He conceded, "I was on a night off, but I called in anyway. My cousin was in charge last night." "Did he see you in the pool?" Sarah asked. "She," José corrected her, "I suppose she did, but she has done the same before now." "Tom will think she sounds sexy!" Sarah suggested. José laughed, "She maybe, but I don't fancy her myself!" "I like a woman in wet clothes." Tom said simply. "Then when we get to my villa, we must throw the women in the pool!" José said. "Again!" Carole exclaimed and laughed. They piled into Tom's small hire car and José directed them to a back street where they found a BMW Z3 sports car, - José's car. Carole got into it with him, her skirt hiking well up her thighs as she did so. Tom followed the smart black car up into the hills. They arrived at a big villa hidden behind remote control gates. "Wow! This guy has got some money!" expressed Tom. Through the gates and up the drive they came to the villa. Both cars stopped, Sarah and Tom got out and walked round to the side of the BMW. Carole and José were jabbering away in Portuguese, so Tom stood and admired the extent of Carole's thighs that was on show. "I shouldn't think there is much more of her legs to see!" he quietly said to Sarah, who thumped him. José saw them standing there and leapt into action, getting out of the car. Carole opened the car door, but José was round to her side before she was able to get out. Inevitably she gave a flash of her pussy as she exited from the low seat. "I was right!" muttered Tom which earned him another thump from Sarah. José sat them at tables on the terrace and disappeared into the villa and emerged carrying a tray of drinks. "Maria will set lunch up for us down by the pool in about an hour if that is OK." They all nodded. "For now, I know Tom wants to see my lovely Carole in the pool, in that sexy dress of hers, so shall we take our drinks round there?" He stood up and took Carole's hand, she smiled with a expression between "I can't wait" and "why me?" the former was the more dominant. The pool was enormous, with a slide and a diving board at one end and roman style semi-circular steps at the other. It looked very inviting in the heat that was building up. "We'll both go in." Sarah suggested, "but slowly." Together Carole and Sarah walked hand in hand to the end of the pool where the steps were. Barefoot they stepped down into the shallow water on the first step. It came only just above their ankles. The next step brought the water almost to their knees, Sarah's lightweight white cotton button through dress was just touching the surface of the water. Another step and it was floating around her thighs. "Why don't you undo each button that gets wet!" Tom called out to her. "What's the alternative?" She called out in reply. "Any button that you don't undo gets cut off!" Tom replied with a laugh. "Are you going to call his bluff? Carole asked her, "Believe me, it's no bluff!" Sarah replied. "I might risk a few." As she stepped further down into the water. They were both at mid thigh level now and Carole's much shorter dress would be getting wet soon. "Tim said, he would cut off every button that wasn't undone the instant it got wet didn't he?" Carole asked Sarah. "That's what he said." Sarah agreed, "and he'll do it too knowing him!" "In that case, - Goodbye buttons!" shouted Carole and with a mighty heave, pushed Sarah into the water. Tom was in the pool in an instant and hauled Sarah to her feet. "Let's see how many buttons you've saved." He said, then, "Oh my goodness, none of them!" He was grinning from ear to ear. José produced a large pair of scissors and tossed them to Tom, who set about removing every button from Sarah's dress. Carole was beside herself with laughter, so when he had finished, Tom handed the scissors to Sarah and said, "Do you think you should shut her up?" Sarah approached Carole brandishing the scissors. "No! You wouldn't dare! You couldn't....." Then she shrieked and ran out of the pool towards the house. José ran after her and soon caught her and picking her up, carried her back to where Sarah and Tom were standing. "No! No! No!" she shrieked "This is the only dress I have to go back in!" "You didn't think of that when you pushed me in!" said the still soaking Sarah. José and Tom held Carole against a tree in the garden whilst Sarah considered her next move. Carole's dress was zip fastened down the back, so Sarah decided that an ellipse cut from hip to armpit on each side would be an improvement. The size of this meant that her hip, the side of her belly and more importantly the sides of her breasts could be seen. Sarah cut the pieces from Carole's dress into strips to make herself a belt, so that she could at least have some pretence at decency, going back to the apartment in broad daylight later. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 03 Up to this point only Sarah and Tom were wet, but in the heat they were soon drying off. "You have a fabulous villa José." Carole said. "Would you like to look around?" he asked. A mixture of "Yes please," "That would be lovely" and "Thanks mate.", met this question. So they were taken on a conducted tour of the house and grounds. As they went, José told them about the size and who lived there, it was him and his parents, his cousin who owned the nightclub with him lived just down the road with her parents. His father owned several businesses in the southern part of Portugal, every thing from hotels to transport companies.. "He should be back later on, my mother is away at the moment visiting her sister." He told them. The villa was very impressive and opulent, if slightly over the top, it was clear that they were a very well off family. As they emerged from the house a maid was just laying out lunch on the tables on the pool terrace. "Ah! Lunch." José remarked. After receiving thanks from the party Maria disappeared back into the house. "what about after lunch we rest a while and then go for a swim." José suggested. No-one had a problem with any of that. Lazing after lunch lasted a long while, before Sarah said "I think I'd quite like to swim now, is it OK if I swim nude?" José laughed and asked, "Is there any other way?" Sarah slipped off her dress and dived into the water. She was soon followed by the others. Sarah and Tom noticed Carole and José talking quietly in Portuguese, laughing and sniggering between themselves. "They seem to be getting on OK." Tom remarked. "I'm glad." added Sarah, "Carole didn't seem to have many friends before we picked up on her." They carried on fooling around in the lovely cooling water and didn't notice the other two go missing for a few moments. About 6.00pm Carole said, "Look, I'm sorry to break up the party, but I really do have to work tonight and I'm due on in couple of hours, so I will have to be going." She turned to Tom, continuing, saying, "The only problem is the key to my flat is in your apartment." "That's no problem." Tom told her and turning to José, said, "we've had a super day here, thank you for your hospitality, but we must go too." José nodded and smiled "I've enjoyed it too, especially with minha princesa bonita, my beautiful princess, Carole here. Please come to the club tonight and have a drink with me, I will not be able to leave, but I would be very pleased to see you as my guests." With that and following assurances that they would indeed go to the club after Carole had finished for the night for a drink, the girls recovered their dresses and the guys found their clothes where they had been scattered on the terrace. "What the?" Sarah guffawed, "Someone has been having a go at my dress!" Carole looked very innocent, but could not stop a laugh bursting out. Sarah's dress far from being knee length, was now almost too short for decency, especially when she tied her "belt" round it to keep it closed. Her bum cheeks were just about showing below the new hem length. "Tit for tat!" Carole laughed. Sarah joined in and shrugged. "Don't shrug in the street!" Tom told her, "you'll get arrested!" They all laughed at that. Tom, Sarah and Carole climbed into the hire car and set off back to the apartment. "He's nice." Suggested Sarah. "And rich too!" added Tom, "you seemed to hit it off with him." "Yes." Carole replied, "it's been a good day." If you like it don't forget to vote! Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 04 Here is the next part of this adventurous couple's holiday story. I hope you enjoy it. It is bit long so perhaps you might like to come back to it from time to time. * They returned to the apartment and Carole picked up her key. She looked down at her dress, holes down both sides, exposing her body from below her hips to the sides of her breasts. "I can't really walk through my neighbourhood dressed like this!" she moaned. Tom held out a shirt of his. "This any better?" he asked, grinning. "Go on I dare you!" Sarah said. "And what are you going to do to match me?" Carole asked. Sarah thought for a moment, wondering what she could suggest. Then Tom spoke, "Sarah will tonight wear something which you will be allowed to interfere with in some way," he suggested. Sarah grinned, nodded and simply shrugged and held out her hands in a "Well?" sort of gesture. "You're on!" replied Carole. "Would you like me to walk you back?" Tom asked as Carole buttoned his shirt around her body. "I would feel safer and happier," She admitted. They walked through the cheaper part of town, which Tom was quite apprehensive about Carole living there on her own. "Is this a dodgy area?" he asked her. She laughed. "Only when you're wearing a man's shirt, with nothing on underneath! I just wanted you to walk with me." She turned to him and kissed him, "You'll forgive me that won't you?" He kissed her back and said, "Of course! I'm glad you agreed to do it." They reached her door and went briefly inside, where she took off the shirt and handed it back to him "Thank you for that, ......" She saw him looking at her, one hand on her hip the other on the back of a chair, "....do you like what you see?" He looked up at her, "very much, but I'll be getting back now." When he got back to the apartment, Sarah greeted him with the words "Did you have sex with her?" "No." he replied, "Although I think it was on offer." "And you didn't take her up on it?" Sarah asked, "I would have done." He took her in his arms "And I would have loved watching you." He told her. "I would have liked you watching too." She told him. She stepped back a pace and addressed him, "So, how do you propose to have me dressed tonight in order that Carole may interfere with me?" He thought for a moment and then said, "something of a wrap over nature, I think." She tapped the side of her head. "I have a wrap over skirt, which is long and doesn't wrap over very much..... or I have a tunic length wrap dress, which is very short." "I like the sound of that already!" Tom exclaimed brightly. They didn't need to leave to dine yet as it was still a bit too early, so Sarah decided to model the skirt and dress on which he could offer his opinions. Before that, Tom prepared a light snack for them and they sat on the balcony watching the sunset over the sea. "Would you like to move in with me?" Tom suddenly asked. Sarah didn't answer straight away. After a thoughtful pause, she said "well, I would, but I see certain disadvantages." She had a very serious look on her face. Tom leant forward, "Really? What are they?" "Well, it would mean an end to you fucking me in our side entry!" she said with a laugh. "I sure we could find an alternative." He told her. "Well all right then but promise me one thing," she said, "It won't mean an end to you walking me home with my clothes in tatters." "Granted!" he exclaimed, "starting with tonight!" She went over to his sun bed, climbed on top of him and said "I love you Tom Ward!" He kissed her and said, "careful, that's twice you've told me that now." She smoothed his hair down and said "Do you want me to tell you again?" He kissed her neck and said "maybe later." She went into the apartment and came out wearing just the wrap over two layer gauze skirt. She gave a twirl and said "What do you think?" "If you'll come out with me dressed like that.- It's a deal!" he said, pointing to her bare breasts. She rolled her eyes and said "I'll have to wear something up top!" "Try wearing the skirt a little lower.... That's it, a bit lower again, go on, lower.... Lower..." She lowered the waistband of the skirt until her slit was almost showing. "I can't wear it like this, she protested, "- I shall keep tripping over it!" He reluctantly had to agree that there was rather too much material on the floor. "Wait there!" she said and disappeared back inside. "What about this?" She was wearing an extremely short wrap over dress, in a very light material. Sitting down as he was he could see her puffy labia lips beneath the hem. "It's meant as a beach cover-up." She told him. "Maybe for a walk on the beach, but in a well-lit street, it might be a much for the start of the evening." He told her. "Well all right then, but tomorrow evening we'll go for a walk along fisherman's beach." Fisherman's beach was in the old town and overlooked by several bars and disco's, there was usually a bit of overspill for them on to the beach. "I look forward to it!" he said encouragingly. "Put the skirt back on again." She did as he told her. He stood up and undid the wrap, lifting it up to under her arms. He fixed it in place. The hem was now just above her knees. The skirt was only wrapped over by about six inches so when she took a step her body from the just under her breasts to her feet came into view. He twisted the skirt round so that the wrap, instead of being straight down the middle of her body, was centred on her left breast. Now when she took a step, her body was still exposed, but only enough to confirm that she was naked beneath, there was just enough material to cover her quim. She would still have to be careful, if she wasn't to be fully exposed. "Will you go out with me dressed like this?" He asked her. She took his face in her hands, kissing his forehead, nose and mouth and uttered, "I'd love to." He parted the skirt and ran his hands over her back, thrusting his groin into hers. "It may meet with an accident." She just had time to utter "Good!" before her tongue pushed it's way into his willing mouth. The walk to the restaurant was more exciting that either of them had thought it was going to be. It was pleasantly warm but breezier that expected. Even though Sarah's skirt ballooned out a couple of times, she made no effort to stop it or hold it down. This had its effect on both her and Tom. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" she asked him. "And you're not, I assume." Was all the answer Tom gave. She squeezed his arm and said, "You know bloody well that I am. -- It's making me horny!" They came to the restaurant outside which Carole worked. She was busy trying to persuade three young men to go in and order. She was flirting with them and she was dressed well to do it too. She was wearing the same outfit that she had worn when we first encountered her. Her white dress was about mid thigh in length with a slit up the front of one leg. The neckline of the dress matched the profile of the Wonderbra that she was wearing. Sarah and Tom stood back just watching Carole cajoling the men into eating in that particular eatery that night. Eventually the three young men could resist her charms and followed her into the restaurant. A moment or two later she was back out looking for more diners. Sarah put her fingers to her lips in a shushing motion and manoeuvred herself and Tom into Carole's blindside, she then spoke in a caricature of a South American drawl, "Excuse me Ma'am, do you mind if my boyfriend dribbles into your cleavage? Carole spun round, apparently horrified but then burst out laughing when she saw who it was behind her. "Sure Honey," she replied, mimicking Sarah's awful attempt at an American accent, "anywhere he wants to dribble is just fine with me!" She took a step back and saw how Sarah was dressed(?) and added, "God I wish I didn't have to work tonight!" "What time are you finishing?" Tom asked. "I wouldn't think until about twelve tonight." She told him. "Then we'll come along and pick you up before going to La Costa." he replied. "Fine, now are you going to eat here tonight, or am I going have get security to stop you pestering me?" Tom raised his hands "We'll eat, we'll eat OK?" "Then pray let me escort you to you table." She told them. With a word from Carole, the head waiter positioned then at a table which could be seen from the street. It amused Sarah that she was offered the chair which allowed Carole outside to see into the wrap of her dress. Of course this view was also available to anyone studying the menu outside, which might not be bad for business. When Sarah had got settled in her chair, she "carelessly" allowed the inner wrap of her dress to slide off her thigh and expose the whole of her leg, part of her hip and some of her belly, clearly indicating that it was her sole garment that night. They took a long relaxed meal, lingering over coffee, making sure that Carole could see them having a good time and allowing her to become almost green with envy. During a lull in passing trade, Carole came inside and up to their table. "What do you two think you are doing to me out there?" she asked. "Making you horny?" Sarah asked innocently. "Too fucking right!" Carole answered with some force. "Carole," Tom said, "Do you think you could get another night off this week?" "Wow!" Carole exclaimed, "I don't know, er... it will be difficult, but I will try, God will I try!" Carole disappeared and whilst the others waited for her return, a waiter brought two brandies with the compliments of the management. "Hmmm." Murmured Tom, "I can't make up my mind whether that is a good sign or a bad one." "Why?" asked Sarah. "Well," Tom replied, "It could be that he is thinking kindly upon our request, or it could equally mean that it is a sweetener for the bad news." A few minutes later, Carole came back across the room with a serious look on her face. "Partial success." She announced. They looked at her in expectation. "If his son agrees to stand in for me one night, I can have that night off." They began to look happier. "But," Carole continued, "I have to persuade him and of course I lose a night's pay." "I'll cover your expenses for the night." Tom told her, "But I can't help with the pay." Carole smiled and said "Thanks for that, I didn't expect you to help with the pay. No, the biggest problem is to convince Pepe to stand in for me." "Where is Pepe? Perhaps we can help persuade him." Sarah asked. Carole laughed "Dressed like that I don't think Pepe will be able to refuse you anything." Pepe, it turned out was working at another of his father's restaurants further up the road. "The problem is," Carole said, "I can't go up to see him as I have to work here until midnight, by that time he will have gone home." "Which is the restaurant?" Sarah asked her. "O Durado. A fish restaurant about 300 metres up the strip." "Leave it to us, Carole," Sarah told her, "We'll talk to him." They found the O Durado and then Pepe. A discussion was held about how little time Carole normally took off and "her friends from England" only had two or three days with which to meet up with her. The combination of Sarah's revealing mode of dress and her propensity to stand very close to him, finally elicited an agreement to stand in for Carole, the following night, Thursday. However it may have been the fifty Euro note that Tom pressed into his hand that was the clincher. Sarah could not contain her excitement and threw her arms round Pepe and hugged him. After a moment or two they left him to go back to tell Carole the news. Sarah was almost running up the street, bouncing around like Tigger, the cartoon tiger, not caring that her wrap dress was flailing in the wind behind her. Carole was of course delighted and spoke to her boss and told him of the arrangement. It was now 11.45pm and passing trade had dropped off, the kitchen staff were not looking to serve any more starters, and they had a fairly full restaurant, so in a moment of magnanimity, the owner told her to bugger off and not be late on Friday night. The three of them walked down to A Costa to meet up with José. When they got there, he was busy dealing a problem with one of the staff. He saw them, waved them into a corner, directed a waiter to serve them and indicated that he would be a few minutes. When José arrived in their corner, he brought with him his own drink and said that he would only be able to stay for a few moments, then he would have to get back to managing the club. "What time are you closing?" Sarah asked. He winced and said not before four in the morning. "Do you have to work tomorrow night?" Carole asked. "No, he replied, "it is my cousin's turn, we take it in turns through the week, and both work Saturday nights. -- Why?" "I'll tell you later." Carole told him and blew him a kiss. José took his leave of them and Carole said, "Would you two mind if José joined us tomorrow night? Tom spoke. "Of course not! We would be glad if he came along!" "I would be very happy if he cums along with us!" Sarah giggled and then shrieked with laughter. Carole suddenly chirped up, "I've just remembered I was going to be allowed to interfere with Sarah's clothing tonight, wasn't I?" "Let's dance first" Sarah said ignoring the question. The two girls moved on to the dance floor and began to dance together. Sarah's wrap over skirt-cum-dress opened up well as she moved. They were about a foot apart facing each other, Carole grinned at her partner especially as she felt Sarah slip the first two fingers of her right hand into her cleavage. Sarah wiggled her fingers inside her friend's dress. Suddenly, Sarah pulled Carole into a clinch and kissed her ear before whispering. "I want you!" Carole responded by sliding her hand inside the wrap of Sarah's garment, and placing her hand on Sarah's buttock. She kissed Sarah on the mouth and said "I want you too." Sarah fondled the nape of Carole's neck, who tipped her head back in order to luxuriate in the caress. Sarah's mouth found Carole's ear again. "Will you do something for me?" Without waiting to hear what the "something" was, Carole replied "Yes, anything, anything at all." "Lose the bra." Carole hesitated. "The dress won't look right with out the bra." Sarah looked her in the eye and said firmly, "then keep the bra and lose the dress. Which is it to be? Either the dress or the bra goes before I let you kiss me again." Carole held Sarah's gaze, looking directly back at her with a slight smile, "Then you decide." Continuing, "and hurry up about it as I am in need of a kiss." Sarah positioned her hand at the top of the zip at the back of Carole's dress. She would have to undo the zip to get at the fastening of Carole's bra either way. Carole felt her friend's hand on the zipper, the hook and eye at the top would be the key, if Sarah undid that, it stood to reason that she was going to be removed from her dress. If it stayed fastened, it would seem that her bra would be gone soon. She was soon to know, or thought she did, as Sarah undid the zip enough to get her hand inside and free the clasp of the bra. Carole felt the tension go from the bra. "Kiss me now!" she urged under her breath. Sarah gave her a quick peck on the lips and reached up under the short cap sleeves of Carole's dress to pull the shoulder strap of the bra down her arm and over her hand. She did the same the other side and Carole pulled her bra out of the neckline of her dress and tossed it to Tom who stood at the side of the floor watching the pair. He was not alone, the other dancers on the floor were also watching whilst dancing. The two girls hugged and kissed each other, Carole's hand found it's old spot, inside the wrap of Sarah's dress, resting just above the rise of her bum. She smoothed her hand up and down Sarah's back. "I love your bare back." She whispered. Sarah murmured, almost purred like a cat, she liked what Carole was doing to her. She decided to do the same to Carole. Her hand slid the zip of Carole's dress down as far as it would go. The hook and eye at the top was still fastened, so a handy opening was created in which Sarah could slide her hand. They danced for a while like that each one fondling and caressing the other's bare back. "I could stay like this for ever." Carole murmured. "I doubt that will be possible," murmured Sarah in reply, "'cos your boyfriend is watching us." Carole remained unmoved, "So is yours." "Lets make them horny." Sarah suggested and began to thrust her groin against Carole's thigh. "You'll make me even hornier if you carry on like that!" replied Carole, in a quiet voice. "Good!" exclaimed Sarah, burying her face in Carole's long brunette hair. They were dry humping to the music, with other dancers, with Tom and José standing on the sidelines. "I think the girls are going to invite you to join us tomorrow night." Tom said, " -- That is if they have any energy left!" "Why do you say that?" José asked. "Because," Tom sighed, "Carole doesn't have to work tomorrow night, so she is sure to spend the day with us, and that means a great deal of sexual activity!" José thought for moment and said "Why don't you bring them to the villa tomorrow afternoon? And we'll go right through to the evening." "And beyond?" questioned Tom. José gave a quick grin and said "Who knows?" The exhibition the girls were giving on the dance floor was hotting up. Everyone else had stopped any pretence of dancing and were simply watching. The back of Carole's dress was now completely open, the hook having long since parted company with the eye. The dress was slowly but surely working its way down the front of her body. The whole of the side of Sarah's body was exposed on one side, due the effect Carole's hands were having. One of which was reaching for the precious place between her partner's legs. Feeling this, Sarah sank down into the hand that cupped her vulva. At that moment the music momentarily stopped and the crowd burst into applause. The music immediately started up again at a fast pace. The moment was lost and the girls returned to where the boys were standing. They were flushed and looked happy. It was perhaps as well that José had made an unseen signal to the DJ to bring the matter to a close. -- After all no-one was buying any drinks! "Well you two, that was some show you put on!" José told them before having to dash off to deal with something in the club. Tom put his arms round them and said, "As Carole doesn't have to work tomorrow, er..... I mean tonight, I suggest that she stays with us until Friday evening." Sarah squeaked with glee, "What a lovely idea!", Turning to Carole, she said, "Please say yes!" Carole grinned and said, "well OK I'd love to, but I have to go back to my place for some clothes to change into." Sarah put up her hands and exclaimed, "Not allowed! I have plenty of clothes for you to share! We can't let her go home can we Tom?" Tom grinned, "Absolutely not! I've seen some of those clothes you've got! I definitely want to see them worn before the week is out." "And ripped, ....perhaps?" Sarah enquired of him with a cheeky grin. "There's always that of course." Carole dug him in the ribs. Sarah merely grinned. "By the way," Tom added, "José has invited us to the villa tomorrow er.... I mean, this afternoon." "Wow!" exclaimed Carole, she then hesitated, "er..... how do you guys feel about that?" Tom rubbed his chin, "well, Carole, it's like this, I'm not so sure I want to spend the afternoon in the company of two beautiful women, wearing next to nothing in the grounds of a fantastic villa, owned by a millionaire......." This time it was Sarah who dug him in the ribs. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 04 It was clear that José was having a busy night, so they decided to leave and go to the small bar that Carole took them to earlier in the week. They walked side by side, with Sarah in the middle, down a couple of darkish alleys. On the way, Carole exchanged greetings in Portuguese with a couple of people, who passed the other way, they clearly knew each other. A small doorway opened up into a dark bar with sofas and easy chairs round the room, a bar provided most of the light, which wasn't much. Carole said something in Portuguese to the barman and he nodded and smiled and began setting up some drinks on the bar. "The last time I brought you here, you insisted on taking off my bra." Carole said, "I never thought I'd allow anyone to half undress me on the dance floor, least of all another girl!" Sarah laughed and said "It was fun though, wasn't it?" Carole smiled and said "I've had worse times in my life. By the way, I owe you one, don't I?" Sarah looked puzzled, but when she felt Carole undoing the tie that held her wrap together, she realised that she was under attack. Sarah asked, "Won't your friends in here object?" "Don't worry," Carole said to her quietly, "I'm not going to strip you completely, trust me." Sarah looked round anxiously, she was in a dark bar in a back street, with only one person she knew well and another who she'd met only a few days ago. Carole leant over and whispered in her ear. "Take a look at that couple in the corner, let your eyes get used to the dark first." Sarah looked where Carole had indicated. As she blinked she could make out a dark shape, with a lighter shape attached to it. She then realised that the lighter shape was a bare leg, the dark shape was actually two people and one was on top of the other. "Are they doing what I think they are doing?" Sarah asked. "Yeah," Carole whispered, with a stifled giggle "She has sex several times a night, although not always in the bar!" "Really? How do you know? Sarah asked in astonishment. Carole said quietly "She's a prostitute, and this is brothel!" Sarah sat still, in shock, before she realised that Carole had succeeded in untying the wrap. Then she felt it disappearing from under her. She grabbed at the top of it and held it to her chest, but it wasn't long before it just lay over her like a sheet. Tom watched all this with interest and judging the time was right, put his hand on Sarah's thigh, under her flimsy covering. He slid his hand up her leg to her vulva and found another hand there, a female hand. "Good evening, nice to meet you!" Carole laughed as she said it. Sarah was transfixed with the fear that they were going to bring her off in a bar! Her left hand was still holding her dress to her chest in the knowledge that if she let go, it would slide down into her lap. Carole leant over and kissed Sarah full on the mouth. Sarah put her free hand to the back of Carole's neck and found the fastening of her dress. The hook and eye appeared to be broken, so Sarah slid the zip as far down Carole's back as she could reach, which was only about halfway. Carole and Tom were still playing with Sarah's wet genitals in the darkness of the bar. Sarah was trying not to respond to their ministrations, but she had no chance. Carole removed her hand and turned her back on Sarah. "Go on then, if you want to..." Sarah unzipped her friend's dress right down as far as it would go. As Carole turned back to wards her, Sarah kept hold of one side of the opened dress and pulled it off her shoulder and down her arm. This prevented Carole from putting her arm round Sarah, so she lowered her head into Sarah's lap and slid her hand back up into the wetness from which she had taken it so recently. Tom removed his hand to give Carole a better chance of making Sarah have an orgasm. His fingers were wet with Sarah's juices and he slid them between Sarah's lap and Carole's face. Carole did not need an invitation. She took them hungrily into her mouth and sucked on them. Sarah placed her free hand on Carole's bare back and ran her fingers up and down her spine and her clitoris was being squeezed, pulled and pushed from side to side and Carole's fingers were working with increasing speed. Sarah knew she was going to come very quickly and as she got close, she put both her hands into Carole's hair and pushed her head down into her groin. To some extent, Carole's head held the dress to Sarah's breasts, but not completely and soon her nipples were peeping out of the side of the fabric. A sigh emanated from Sarah's mouth, coupled with a shudder that signified an almost silent orgasm. It also propelled what remained of her covering into her lap, her breasts heaving and damp with sweat. She fell back into the seat, gasping. When she recovered she said "You rotten bastards! Making me cum in public like that!" But Carole noted that there was a glint in her eye as she said it. Tom said "Let's get back to the apartment. I've things I want to do, - to both of you!" Carole stood up and Tom zipped up her dress for her. Sarah stood and picked up the skirt that had served as a dress for the evening so far and went to refasten it as before. But as she did so, she found that the tie was broken and it was impossible to fix it place. "You'll just have to hold it then." Tom told her. They walked along the dark back street, Sarah clutching her sole garment to her chest and (sort of) hoping that it covered her. She turned to Carole and said, "How is it, that a girl like you who claimed to have very few friends, ends up being a regular at a bar in a brothel?" "Well," said Carole in reply, "I didn't realise it was a brothel at first, I was just looking for somewhere to practice my Portuguese. One of the waiters took me there one night, I think he meant it as a joke. But they were so nice to me, that I enjoyed going there and I felt safe and away from the punters. It was some time before I realised what their business really was. I felt such an idiot when I found out! But there was never any pressure for me to join in with the prostitution and it has been the same ever since. You two are the first people I have taken there, - I don't think they minded too much but I won't be in a hurry to repeat the venture." "Why is that?" Tom asked. "I don't think I shall have the sort of relationship with any other visitors I've had with you." "What do you think of José?" Sarah asked her. Carole smiled and said "I think he's lovely, I would love to get to know him better." Nobody spoke for a moment before Sarah broke the silence with "I don't blame you." She and Tom exchanged significant glances. They reached the apartment without causing any public disorder. The heat of Tom's ardour seemed to have cooled a little, so he didn't throw them on the bed and have his wicked way with the girls. Instead, Sarah rang room service and ordered some champagne and sandwiches. They sat on the balcony watching the sea lap the beach and they spotted a couple frolicking in the waves apparently fully clothed. Tom observed, "They seem to be having a good time." "Shall we go down and join them?" Sarah enquired. Carole guffawed "Not in this dress! These are working clothes!" "I can find you something to wear." Offered Sarah, "that is, unless you're scared...." "Who said anything about being scared?" demanded Carole. Then she announced "I'm up for it if your bravado is as big as your mouth!" This was followed by cheeky grin to dissipate any affront that Sarah might have taken. "OK!" came the reply, "You're on!" Tom groaned as the girls disappeared to the wardrobe to find things to wear. Then there was a knock on the door "Room service." The food and champagne were left for their return and soon the girls announced that they were ready. They were both wearing very little. Sarah had lent Carole a sundress which was mid thigh length and had a scooped neck. Sarah was wearing one of Tom's best shirts the tails of which came almost to her knees, but at the sides her legs were exposed to higher than mid- thigh level. They walked proudly through the main reception area, getting strange looks, as they certainly weren't dressed for the evening, (even though it was now about 3.00am). When they reached the beach, the other couple had gone, presumably into the shadows at the foot of the cliffs. They paddled a bit and splashed each other a little. Then Tom, holding both their arms, said "As this was your idea, I suggest a little wrestling contest between you -- the object is to get the clothes off your opponent and the winner gets a bonus." "What's that?" Sarah asked giggling, fondling Tom's groin. She was up for it, no matter what the bonus would be." "The winner," announced Tom imperiously, "has something to wear on the way back to the apartment!" Both girls laughed and more or less told him to get lost, but then Sarah pushed Carole over in the surf, soaking her completely. Sarah then ran off in the ankle deep water, Carole was soon after her. She caught Sarah by virtue of a rugby tackle and they both crashed into the water, Carole ending up on top of Sarah. Carole kissed her and then pulled open the front of the shirt exposing Sarah's breasts. As a wave broke over the pair of them, Sarah clamped Carole's face to her bare breast as Carole sought out a pert nipple. Tom watched with an increasing large erection as the girls rolled around in the shallows, kissing, caressing and rubbing each other in all their interesting places. Their hair was full of sand, the shirt was virtually off Sarah, being wide open and basically only attached to her body by her arms being through the sleeves. Carole's dress was up around her waist, her naked arse white in the moonlight and the lights from the bars on the sea front. Tom couldn't resist kneeling down in the water beside them, his slacks around his knees, wanking himself off in the general direction of their faces. The sights he had seen throughout the evening, without relief meant that when he came, he came good! Three, four, five strings of semen, erupted from his purple prick and mostly landed on Sarah's face and hair, a little caught the side of Carole's head, which Sarah rubbed into her hair above her ear. Carole licked a little of the spunk off Sarah's face, but then, having seen what Sarah had done to her, scraped the rest up her friend's face and into the sand, water and hair mixture that draped across her forehead. "You'll never know how much I liked that." Sarah told her. Carole laughed and said, "And you'll never know how much I enjoyed doing it!" They walked across the softer, drier sand above the high tide mark, a sorry sight. Sarah's shirt was wet and messy, no wetter or messier than Carole's dress, but at least hers was intact! All three of them walked through an almost deserted reception with their clothes clinging to them, three pairs of nipples prominent through their thin coverings, dripping water and sand across the floor. Raised eyebrows were the only admonishment they got from the staff. All three crowded into the shower when they got back, but it was hopeless and in the end turns had to be taken. It took about an hour for all three of them to shower, by which time the sandwiches had been eaten and the champagne remained unopened, - to be saved for the next day. They all three, fell asleep in the bed. Tom woke to find himself in bed next to the recumbent body of Carole. She was naked. He looked round and saw Sarah on the balcony. Getting out of bed carefully so as not to awaken Carole, he quietly went up behind Sarah and gently cupped her breasts with his hands. They stood watching the dawn come up. "That's nice" Sarah murmured as Tom rubbed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. After a few minutes of this, he became aware of a very slight pressure from Sarah's bum into his groin. It awoke a stirring in him and he returned the pressure. Soon he was erect and Sarah's legs had parted a little. With the help of his hand, his penis slid inside her and they began moving in concert. They were well into their stride, when thee was rattling of bins below them. The refuse collectors were at their duties before most of the clients were awake. "I hope they don't look up!" Tom expressed as he panted with the effort. "I don't care if they dooo....ooooh!" Sarah gasped. They carried on, until Tom ejaculated into his girlfriend. Then, conscious that Sarah had not cum, with his prick still inside her, Tom began to frig her with his hand. Soon Sarah was hanging over the balustrade, being racked by a tremendous orgasm. Her feet came off the tiles of the balcony and Tom had to restrain her by gripping her legs lest she should fall. If the bin men had looked up at that moment, they would have seen a naked blonde woman hung over the balustrade of the balcony like a wet beach towel. They recovered back into the upright position and Tom heard a slight noise behind them. He turned and saw Carole leaning against the door into the apartment, her fingers working furiously at her groin, just bringing herself to a climax. "It was so sexy watching you." Carole said simply as she got back her breath. "You should have joined in." Sarah told her. Carole shook her head, "It was too much of a special moment" she replied. "I was happy for you and loved watching." "It was exciting!" Sarah said, enthusiastically. "Did you trust me not to drop you over the edge?" Tom asked her. She ran the palm of her hand down his cheek, kissed him lightly on the end of his nose, and said, "Not entirely, that was what was exciting about it!" "Then we'll have to try it in the multi-storey car park when we get home!" Tom suggested. Sarah thumped him. Sarah took Carole by the hand and led her into the bedroom, lay her on the bed and climbed on top of her in the sixty-nine position. Tom sat in the wicker bedroom chair and watched the pair of them licking each other out. His hand fell naturally to his groin and his flaccid penis. It did not stay so for too long, as he found himself becoming aroused by the sight of the two naked women, working on each other. Soon he had re-established his erection and could not resist the urge to join the girls. But how? He settled for lying along Sarah's back, his prick and balls just above Carole's face as she worked her tongue into her friends vagina. His penis lay in the crack of Sarah's bum for a while, then he felt Carole get hold of it. He lifted his weight off the girls a little to help Carole cope with two bodies on top of her. She smeared some of Sarah's juices over Tom's erect member, spat at Sarah's backside and pushed the helmet of Tom's penis towards the crinkled ring that was Sarah's anus. Sarah flinched as her friend eased her boy friend's deeply purple tool into her. It all happened very gently and slowly, Carole moistening and lubricating both parts as they came together. The Tom slipped into Sarah, a tiny squeal emanated from her, before she thrust herself back towards him. He was very gentle with her, but the passion of the moment overtook him for a moment and he quickened his pace. Sarah began sweating and blowing hard as he ejaculated what cum he had left into her. His stiffness subsided and he quickly slid out of her. "You pig!" she exclaimed explosively. "Don't you ever do that to me again!" "You didn't like it". Tom said as a statement rather than phrase it as a question. "Not particularly, everything was so dry and it hurt." She replied. "Although with more lubrication, it might be better." "We'll try custard next time." Tom offered, whereupon Sarah burst out laughing. "With bananas?" she asked and they all giggled at the thought. They showered. "Let's go down to the pool bar for breakfast." Sarah suggested, and she slipped on a muslin beach cover-up, handing one of Tom's shirts to Carole. Tom put on a pair of swimming trunks and a towel, and they left to apartment together. Tom sat between his two beauties at a plastic table as the waiter served them with fruit juice, ham and cheese. "What time are we expected at José's?" he asked. Carole shrugged, "He didn't say, just this afternoon. I could ring him I suppose." Sarah shook her head, "Nah, too early yet, he won't have been in bed long." "Why don't we just turn up around one o'clock?" Carole suggested. They all nodded and that was that. "We can spend the morning here at the pool, getting some rays." Sarah suggested. So as far as that went, their morning was planned out. Tom got fed up lying there sunning himself, "I'm off for a swim." He told the others, he dropped his towel over the recumbent body of Sarah and dived into the pool. As hotel pools go, it was a superb pool. It was sort of kidney shaped, at it's deepest level it was around ten feet deep. It also had a fixed diving board eight feet above the water. The length of the pool was around sixty or seventy yards. Towards the shallower end these was a cascade down into a six feet deep plunge pool. Tom thoroughly enjoyed himself swimming and diving and sliding down into the plunge pool. There were some children playing in the water and soon their "Uncle Tom" was organising games amongst them, watched benignly by their parents. Sarah and Carole saw that he was likely to be gone for some time. They also saw the kids' mums lying topless on the terrace around the pool. Neither of them had thought to bring swimming costumes, as they had thought they were simply going down for breakfast. "I can't be bothered to go all the way back up to the apartment for a bikini." Sarah announced. "What are you going to do then?" Carole asked. "I'm going to take off my dress." Sarah suggested. She stood up, wrapped Tom's towel around her waist and pulled her muslin dress off over her head. She spread her arms and said, "There, problem solved." She then resumed her place on the sun bed. "That's all right for you!" Carole protested, "I don't have a towel to do that with!" Sarah thought for a moment, then said "pass me my dress." Carole did as she was told. Sarah folded the dress into about three thicknesses and laid it across her belly and the top of her thighs. After being satisfied with the positioning of the dress, she carefully removed the towel and handed it to Carole. "You have to do the same as me." She warned, "no keeping it on." Carole giggled as she slipped Tom's shirt that she was wearing off her shoulders, having first wrapped the towel around her waist. They were both conscious of the number of children around and whilst they didn't mind being seen naked, they didn't want to cause the children or their parents any upset. The girls settled back to top up their tans. They both fell asleep. They were woken by Tom arriving and dripping water over them. "You're missing a lot of fun out there." He told them. He dripped more water on to the muslin (just) covering Sara's pubes. The water had the effect of rendering the material transparent. "Tom!" Sarah hissed "Stop it! There are too many kids about!" "You disappoint me." He said, standing over her, "I was hoping you'd come swimming in that dress." "I will." She replied with some vigour, "but not here and not now!" She looked up at him, "maybe tonight." "Before we go for dinner?" he persisted. "Oh, all right then!" She sounded exasperated. "You'll wear the same dress?" "Of course!" "I meant to the restaurant!" He was grinning. She grinned back "If you're prepared to take me to a restaurant in a soaking wet see-through dress, then Yes I will!" "Boy! Will I?" he almost shouted and spun round on the spot. He settled one buttock on the side of her sun bed, facing her, leant over and kissed her lightly. One on his hands rested on her leg, his fingers caressing her inner thigh. She looked at him directly and slid her hand up the leg of his swimming shorts and brushed the back of her hand against the lining containing his testicles. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 04 "Let me cut the lining out of these trunks." She said. "Ok," he replied, "But not here and not now!" he laughed. She put out her tongue at him. "Tom, Tom, can we have another game of waterball please?" Two boys stood dripping by the side of the sun bed. "Waterball?" asked Sarah, intrigued. "It's a game we invented in the pool." Tom told her, "c'mon, you should try it!" Sarah laughed, "What? Dressed like this? You're joking!" "It would make it more interesting." Tom assured her. "Nonetheless, I'll think I'll give it a miss this time." "To-om." The boys whined. "OK! I'm coming." As he stood up, he dragged Sarah's meagre covering down her thighs. "Go on! Bugger off and play with your friends! Sarah said to Tom, grabbing at her dress and covering herself again. The boys didn't even notice what had happened, she was pleased to note, the last thing she wanted to deal with was irate mothers, berating her for showing her bits to little Johnnie. Tom and the boys disappeared and recommenced their game. Carole joked "You should have gone and played with them, I think you were a proper spoilsport!" "I notice you didn't go and join in!" Sarah accused Carole. "I wasn't invited." Carole simply announced and went back to her sunbathing. "That can be arranged." Sarah said to her, then she called out "Tom!" But nobody turned round. "I dare you to go and join in." Sarah said. "What? With all those kids around? No way!" Carole exclaimed. "OK," Sarah challenged her, "One quick dip in the deep end well away from the kids and then we'll go back to the apartment." She looked Carole straight in the eye, gave a sexy smile and licked her lips. "I will if you will." Carole said "with or without our clothes?" Sarah took another sip of her drink. "With I think, it seems more decadent somehow." She stood up and quickly slipped on her flimsy beach cover up. She held out her hand and said "Come on my sweet, let's get wet together." Carole stood up holding the shirt that she had worn down to breakfast in an act of devilment, She quickly slipped it on and together, the girls walked casually hand in hand towards the pool. All the activity in the pool was right at the other end, where Tom was orchestrating a ball game, watched by indulgent parents, most of the mothers happily sitting there topless. "Ready, girlfriend?" Sarah whispered, Carole nodded and they stepped off the side into the deep water. Both their garments floated up around their shoulders, leaving their naked bodies underneath completely exposed had it not been for the disturbed surface, dappling in the late morning sun. They swam towards each other, hands on the other's shoulders. "I don't think anyone noticed." Carole said. "Not yet!" Sarah laughed, "You wait until we get out!" They played around in the water for about a minute, then Sarah drew close to Carole, "I want to take you to bed -- right now!" Carole smiled and replied, "I want you to take me to bed -- right now too!" They swam to the steps and hauled themselves out of the water, their wet garments clinging to their bodies and streaming water all over the tiles of the pool surround. Sarah quickly foraged in Tom's things and found the key to the apartment and they walked back up to the main building. It has to be said that topless women in Europe are by no means a rare sight, but women soaked to the skin wearing only flimsy garments do attract some attention. But in the best traditions of the British very few people commented on the sight. One kind gentleman, held open the main door of the complex, with a "good morning ladies," as his only remark. They dripped their way through the vestibule and into the lift. There was no-one else in the lift with them as they turned and faced each other. They kissed, several times, taking no note of how many floors they had passed. As the lift was slowing, Sarah, gripped the lapels of Carole's shirt and pulled her to her for one last kiss. Carole relaxed in her friend's arms, a fact of which Sarah took advantage. As the doors of the lift opened, Sarah pulled open the shirt, popping buttons all over the floor and spreading the shirt wide, exposing Carole's body completely to whoever it was who was about to join them in the lift. Disappointingly as far as Sarah was concerned there was no-one wanting the lift, because they were at their floor! "I'll get you for that!" shrieked Carole, making a grab at Sarah's dress. But she was not quick enough as Sarah skipped away from her down the corridor. Sarah half lay on the bed, her hips resting on the edge, her arms and legs wide apart as Carole entered the room. "Make me cum" she said softly. Carole hissed threateningly "I'll make you cum, tonight in a crowded room!" "You can do that too, but make me cum now!" Sarah responded. Carole pounced on top of her and thrust her tongue into Sarah's mouth. Carole, let her tongue roam around inside Sarah's mouth whilst one hand manipulated one of her breasts, giving particular attention to the protruding nipple. Sarah's legs crept round the back of Carole's thighs, sliding higher and higher until her heels were almost up to Carole's arse. The effect of this was of course to present a wide open vagina to her friend. Carole slid down Sarah's body and relished the taste of her friend's cunt. Sarah's juices were flowing well b tow and Carole lapped them up as best she could, but her face was soon smeared wetly in the fluid. The whole area between Sarah's belly and her inner thighs was soaked with a combination of her own juices and Carole's saliva. The wetness, ran down and was soaking the bed as well as any skin that was in the way. One of Carole's hands slid round and found the crack of Sarah's arse, a wetted finger as very quickly in place in the mouth of the puckered anus. Carole's free hand found her own labia, which was almost as wet as Sarah's. Tom stood in the bedroom doorway watching this show for a moment or two. Neither women realised he was there. He quickly dropped his swimming shorts, having difficulty in getting the waistband over a very stiff prick. He took his tool in his hand and began wanking himself slowly as he approached the two women. Carole was kneeling on the floor, supporting herself by virtue of having her head jammed between Sarah's thighs. Tom stood astride her hips, his lower legs, settling and gripping her waist. Both girls now realised that he was there, but it did nothing to deter them in their activities. Tom's hand action to his penis was getting stronger and quicker, until he reached that point of no return when the resulting orgasm quite literally took matters out of his hands and produced four long strings of semen, which shot out and covered the girls below him. The first, reached as far a Sarah's breasts, the second reached her belly. The third joined some of the previous two in Carole's hair and the fourth, drew a straight white line down her spine. Two more dribbles landed on her lower back and settled in a little puddle, just above the rise of her buttocks. As Tom's erection subsided, he remained where he stood, watching Sarah, smearing his seed over her chest and belly. She increased her own excitement by placing her cummy hands to Carole's head and guided her friend's mouth and tongue to just the right spot. In doing this, she at the same time, rubbed the spunk on her hands and that already in Carole's hair, into soft gooey mixture. Sarah had a racking orgasm at that moment and had it not been for Tom's grip on Carole's waist with his legs, Carole may have been cast to the floor. As it was, he allowed her to gently fall away and finish herself off on the cool tiled floor. As they all three recovered slowly, Carole realised for the first time that her hair was full of cum. "Dirty bastards!" she uttered as she realised the extent of the coverage she had received. "I'm jealous." Sarah mused. "I bet you'd go out like this!" Carole rejoined. "I would!" Sarah exclaimed "I certainly would!" "I dare you to go out with cum in your hair tonight then!" Carole challenged. "You're on!" Sarah replied "As much as Tom can produce!" "Or even José too?" Carole asked. "Hell! Why not?" Sarah responded, the more the merrier!" "We'll have to see if we can find a rugby team on raz tonight." Tom offered. Sarah's face fell a bit but as both of the others laughed, she joined in realising they were joking, At least she hoped they were (or did she really?). Lunch was sent up to the room, whilst showers were taken. They lounged around Roman style feeding themselves (and each other) on the fruit and other comestibles provided. They left just after eating to go to José's villa as invited. The girls were wearing cotton print sundresses of mid thigh length and very little else (both dresses belong to Sarah as Carole had nothing suitable with her.) Unknown to Carole, Sarah had put a couple of skimpy under slips in to the bag containing their other things, sun tan lotion, bikini bottoms, pair of slacks for Tom, etc. Her plan being that if they went out directly from José's, the slips would be something for them to wear for the evening. "Hang on a minute, Carole," Sarah called just as they reached to street outside the apartment block. "I've noticed something on your dress." "What's that?" Carole murmured, only half listening. Sarah stood in front of her and "straightened" the neckline of the dress, which was a button through design. "It's got too many buttons on it!" She proceeded to pull off three of the four buttons above the waist. "What are you doing?" Carole hissed, the swell of her breasts now clearly visible. Indeed part of her areola on one breast was just in sight. She stood there in shock, or at least resigned to accepting what had happened to her dress. She began to see the funny side of it. Eventually she stood with her hands on her hips glaring in mock fury at Sarah. "Anything else you want to rip off my dress? She asked. "Funny you should say that." Sarah replied and pulled every button off the skirt of the dress below Carole's lower belly. Tom looked on, pleased with the effect, and said to Carole, "Surely you want to get your own back!" Carole nodded but indicated that as Sarah's dress was not button through, there didn't seem to be much that she could do. Tom got the message and kneeling down by the side of Sarah, he pulled the seam of her dress apart as far as her waist. "Do you want to have a go?" he asked, looking at Carole and nodding his head towards the other side of Sarah. Carole grinned widely and did the same to the other side of her dress. So now Sarah had a dress which was semi fitted down to the waist, but her skirt was simply two flaps, one at the front, the other at the back. As it was too far to walk to José's villa, they took a taxi, Carole giving the driver the address. All three sat in the back, with Sarah between Carole and Tom. The driver had his radio on with Portuguese music playing. If he had not, he might had heard the distinctive sound of cotton being torn, interspersed with a few suppressed giggles and gasps of surprise. When they arrived at the villa, the driver spoke into the intercom in rapid Portuguese and the buzzer went off followed by the gate swinging open. In the event, Tom told him that they would walk up to the house, so they got out of the car and Tom paid the driver. As they emerged into the street, Carole's dress no longer had a single button left on it at all, Sarah's dress was not only torn up the sides, but up the front as well. The zip up the back of her dress had been ruined by virtue of having been pulled apart so that the carrier was no longer attached to one side. Further, the seam which met the bottom of the zipper had been ripped open to the top of her buttocks. Only the fact that she had been sitting down had prevented Tom from tearing it down further. Both girls had had their dresses torn from armpit to waist on the left hand side. Tom having done that to Sarah's dress, she in turn attacked Carole's in the same manner. As they approached the villa, the girls in their torn and tattered dresses, Tom immaculate in Polo shirt and shorts, a small woman in her early thirties walked out to meet them. They didn't know she was. She was not Maria the maid, but anyway she was too well dressed to be a servant, her black business dress promoting in Tom a sense of doom. The girls were not dressed to make a good impression. Suddenly the woman smiled and said, "You must be Carole, Sarah and Tom. José' told me that you were mad. I'm Carla, José's cousin, we run the nightclub together." Tom shook her by the hand and said "Good to meet you, I am sorry about the girls, they simply had to tear off their clothes at the thought of meeting your cousin!" Carla laughed and said "I'm sure he will be impressed, he'll be out in a minute. Would you like a drink?" They nodded, and she led them to the poolside where a chiller had been installed seemingly loaded with drinks of every description. She had just finished dispensing drinks, when they were hailed from the villa. "Hi Tom, Hi Sarah and how is my beautiful princess today?" José appeared wearing what can only be described as a swimming thong. "Hi José," they chimed in return. Tom said, "We met your cousin, I don't think she was very impressed, with the girl's mode of dress." "Why not?" José asked, "She is not as you might say, stuffy. She is fun. Look I will show you." With that he crept up behind Carla and scooped her up is his arms. Carla squealed as he jumped in the pool with his cousin still in his arms. They came bubbling to the surface, laughing, Carla disappeared back under the water and suddenly José was flipped backwards, by Carla gripping his legs. She emerged triumphantly waving his thong in the air. He chased after her but she was too quick for him and was out of the pool in a flash. Carla walked over to the others, picked up her drink and grinning at the group, sank it in one. José joined them and put his arm around Carla, said to her "Come and meet my beautiful princess." He drew her to Carole. Carla said "Let me get out of this wet dress first." She unzipped her dress and slipped it off. She was wearing a very sexy black bra and thong set, through which her nipples and bush could just be seen. "Now I am ready." She announced. The five of them spent the next half and hour chatting and getting to know each other. Finally Carla stood up and said, "Well I have to go and have a siesta, I am working tonight." She looked straight at Carole and said "I enjoyed meeting you." "She likes you." José said, "and you see, she is fun too! Now get out of those rags right now!" As he was naked, the others got that way as well. They then had another round of drinks. They lay in the sun for a while, but it got too hot so they sought shelter under two big beach umbrellas on the poolside. It happened that the two girls shared one and Tom and José were under the other. José spoke quietly to Tom and asked, "When do you go back to England?" "Saturday, Why do you ask?" "Carole will miss you." "Yes, I suppose she will," Tom answered "and we will miss her." "She doesn't have any friends in Portugal." José said more as a fact than as a question. Tom shook his head, "I don't think she does." "I know she doesn't." José insisted, "I have made enquiries. Sure she is popular with her co-workers, but she is alone, perhaps even lonely. "What do you think we should do about it?" Tom was nonplussed by José's direct enquiry. It hadn't occurred to him to do anything but regret not seeing Carole again. "I er.. I don't know, do you have any suggestions?" He was thankful for being able to bat the question back to José. "I would like to see more of her." José said, "I would like her to come and work at the club. That is why Carla was here to meet you today." "You mean it was all a set up? Tom asked, incredulous. "The pool and everything?" José laughed. "No not the pool! I was expecting to greet you myself. But it all went OK didn't it?" "I suppose it did." Tom conceded. "And Carla approves of Carole, we talked about her before today, this afternoon. She will be happy to have Carole at the club." José smiled, "Carla and I have a very good relationship, we often seek each other's approval and she gave me the nod just now, although I could tell by the way she sat next to Carole and talked to her, that she liked the girl." "When are you going to say something to Carole?" Tom asked. "This afternoon," José replied, "perhaps if you would like to take Sarah for a swim or a walked round the garden, I will take the chance." Tom looked down at his naked body, "We'll go for a swim, we're hardly dressed for a walk round the garden!" José laughed, "Why not? You can only be seen from the house and Maria and Carla are the only ones in. And they have already seen both of you naked." He clapped his hands, "That's it! Go and explore the house! But don't wake Carla, her room is the first one on the left at the top of the stairs." It was, it seems, decided. Tom was to get Sarah out of the way to leave José to talk to Carole. But how to do it? Tom looked across to the girls, luckily, Carole was asleep, Sarah was awake. A bit of finger to pursed lips, followed by a "come here" signal was enough to get Sarah away whilst not waking Carole. As they walked hand in hand across the grass, Tom explained to Sarah what was going on. Sarah confessed to Tom that she had been thinking about Carole after they had left for home. She had thought of trying to persuade her to come back to England, but then thought, she may end up in a job she hates. They may lose touch and then again they may not and perhaps there wouldn't always be room for three in her own relationship with Tom. She didn't know what to do. So she was relieved when Tom told her of José's plan. "I hope it works out for them." She murmured. "We don't know what will happen between them, but at least she will have José and Carla looking out for her." Tom said in response. "Hmm." Sarah agreed and let her head rest on Tom's shoulder. Just before they entered the villa, they turned and saw José on his knees next to Carole, who was sitting up and they were holding hands. "This must be the bathroom." Tom said pushing open a door that was ajar. It was a bathroom and a half! A big two person tub, his and hers wash basins and a wetroom with shower nozzles simply everywhere. "You could get seriously wet in here!" Sarah said. "Yes, you could, it's a pity that you're not wearing anything!" Tom mused Sarah laughed and said "You can get wet naked you know!" "But it's so much more interesting when it's something that you shouldn't get wet in.! She laughed again. "I promise you can get me wet in anything I have." "Even the dry clean only stuff?" Giggling, she muttered, as she kissed him, "Especially the dry clean only stuff." They completed their tour of the house and wandered out to join the others. When they got there, José was lying on the sun bed and Carole was kneeling alongside him with her hand and mouth at work on his penis. Suddenly, José jerked and it was clear that he was pumping his seed into her mouth. She didn't swallow, but indicated Sarah to lie down on the next sun bed. Sarah knew what was coming, or thought she did, she lay back and opened her mouth, expecting a snowball. But Carole spat the sperm into her hair. José looked so surprised, especially when Carole said "Load number one" "Sarah promised to go out tonight with her hair full of cum." Carole explained. "Full of cum?" José looked surprised. "As full as you and Tom can get it." Carole told José then wickedly asked him, "Have you any male friends who might help?" Carole enquired of José. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 04 Sarah exclaimed "You Buggers!" she finally laughed and said, "I'm afraid I did agree. It would be an experience I like to try once." José laughed, "I don't think it will be a problem to find some volunteers!" Sarah shrugged "OK, I suppose I asked for it. So go on, make a mess of me, it will be your last chance before we go home." She cuddled up to Tom and said "I want you to be first -- and last." She slowly caressed her boyfriend's stiffening penis until it was fully erect. She finally teased him by saying, "Save this for later, just before we go out." At which point, José said "We'll have dinner here then we'll hit the strip." Carole piped up, "But we don't have anything to wear, now our clothes are all torn." Sarah said, "that is where you're wrong, If you're up for it I have a couple outfits we can wear." "What do you mean, up for it?" "I'll show you," Sarah told her and reached into her bag to produce two mini slips. "They're all right." Carole said. "Which one do you want?" asked Sarah, "the see-through or the ultra short one?" "They both look the same to me." "They are!" laughed Sarah. They went into the villa and cleaned up, the girls dressed in nothing but their slips looked gorgeous. Miraculously Maria the maid had produced a light and lovely meal. They had plenty of wine to go with it. They took a long time over the meal and it was dark by the time they had finished. Sarah and Tom were both horny and as they relaxed on a sofa in the main room of the villa, they began feeling each other up. Soon Tom had a raging hard on and was in the process of uncovering Sarah's special place as a precursor to poking it into her, when Carole said in a loud voice, "I hope you're not going to waste that cum, she needs it in her hair." "Ignore her." Sarah said "and fuck me with it." He did precisely that and it was immensely satisfying for both of them. "There will be more to come" he whispered to her. "Good!" she gasped, "I'm going to need it." Sarah went to clean herself up and came back to announce that she was ready to go dancing. Carole said that it was about time too. They set off for José's club first and soon found Carla who was in a smart but sexy dress. She laughed when she saw how the other two girls were dressed. "I see you two aren't leaving much to the imagination!" she laughed. Carole pointed out. "You should be taking a look at her when we've finished with her tonight!" The thought occurred to Sarah that Carole was relishing the prospect of Sarah's hair getting messy, more than she was herself, which was actually not possible. They all headed for the dance floor and started some moves, the object of which was to show off the girls. If this meant the odd shoulder strap slipped, of a hem slid up a thigh, then all the better. At one point José excused himself and was soon seen talking in a conspiratorial fashion to a gang of young Portuguese lads. In the mean time, Tom found himself dancing with two scantily clad young ladies which was all to the good as far as he was concerned. Carole sidled up to Sarah and said "When are going to let Tom wank into your hair then?" "He's not!" Sarah replied, "I'm going to do it for him!" Not long after that exchange, José came back and said "It's all fixed. -- We meet the others in the yard behind the club, in ten minutes." Carole whooped with laughter. "I cannot wait to see this!" "You're going to be there?" Tom asked. "Oh course!" Carole almost spluttered, "I would miss this for anything!" "That's good." José told her, winking at the other two, "Because I told the boys that there were two crazy English girls who wanted to be sprayed all over with Portuguese cum!" Carole looked horrified. "No! -- Not me! I'm not part of this!" José shrugged and said "Well, you better stay in the club then, in case you get splashed." "I'll watch from a distance." Carole suggested. "I want you with me." Sarah said quietly, then turned to Tom, holding out her hand "Shall we go outside?" They walked out of the front door of the club and round into the yard at the back. "You don't have to go through with this you know." Tom told her. "Oh yes I do!" Sarah confirmed "It has been a fantasy of mine for a very long time." "Fantasies are sometimes kept as just that." Tom said. "Not this one!" Sarah replied, "I've dreamt about this for ages, and now, here, where no one knows me, I have a chance to do it. -- Or." She giggled, "have it done to me!" She knelt down in front of him and undid his flies. He was hard already as she took his penis into her mouth and worked his helmet with her tongue. She was soon working his erection by hand and generally pointing the thing at her head. He was in the process of shooting three thick strings of cum into her blonde hair when the others appeared in the yard. José spoke to the six young men who had followed him and told them in Portuguese and in no uncertain terms, that there would be no cock-sucking, shoot your load and then go. Carole was there and told Sarah what José had said. "Hold my hand." Sarah pleaded. So Carole did as she was asked. The six lads stood around wanking themselves and in turn presented themselves at Sarah's head. Her hair was already matted somewhat from Tom's efforts. The first to go was the youngest of them all, no more than just past his eighteenth birthday. He came very quickly and frankly didn't produce much, but Sarah wasn't to know that. Then the rush started, no matter how much José was trying to keep control, soon there were three round her all at once. Inevitably some aims were not as good as others and one first spurt hit Sarah in the face. Instead of reacting badly, she threw her head back and luxuriated in three or four more strings of white sperm across her forehead. Her hair was full of cum by the time the last two lads were ready. They positioned themselves one in front of her and the other behind her. Her face and the nape of her neck were to be the targets. Carole was still holding her hand at this point and when the first lad erupted, he lost his balance a little and whilst most of his spray hit is original target, on string hit Carole in the chest and wet her dress. She said nothing, but when everyone had stepped away from Sarah, Carole kissed her deeply on the lips, collecting some of the cum off Sarah's face in the process. Sarah was a complete mess. Her hair was matted, her face was covered, but she looked pleased. She asked everyone except Tom to leave and then said to him, "Bring me off Tom, don't fuck me, that's for later, just finger me to a climax." Tom set about his business, with some success he thought as the gasps coming from Sarah indicated a sense of enjoyment. To his horror, he discovered she was crying. "Sarah?" he began then cuddled her to him as she sobbed on his shoulder. "It's all gone wrong!" She wailed. "Hmm, don't like the mess, eh?" he murmured. "It's not that." She cried, "I had thought it would be better than this, on the beach somewhere perhaps, not down amongst the bins...." "Come on," Tom said, "Let's get you cleaned up...." "No!" Sarah insisted. "I'll be alright in a minute, then I want you to walk me through the club and all the way down the street to the apartment." After a moment or two, that's what he did. He walked proudly with his messed up girlfriend, cum all over her hair and face, with some running down the front of her light coloured dress, (actually a mini underslip) through into the club, where they saw the others drinking but obviously waiting for them to turn up. They accepted a drink before walking the half-mile along the brightly lit street past clubs and bars in the direction of the apartment block. José and Carole followed a few feet behind and watched as the mixture of expressions on people's faces, ranged from disgust, horror, amusement and leering. As they need the apartment, Tom said, "Fancy a midnight swim?" "Yes I do!" Sarah announced, and then in a quieter tone, "and then a beach fuck!" "Shall we invite the others?" Tom asked. "Yes." Let's" Sarah decided, "I want to give that Carole a good drenching!" Tom turned and indicated to the others that they should follow and went down on to the beach. As they reached the high water mark, where the sand was a little damp and slightly firm, Tom whispered to Sarah, "Do you want me to throw her into the water?" "You pick her up and we'll do it together -- just run her straight in!" Tom turned and indicated to Carole she should come over, which she did, perhaps thinking there was a problem. No sooner had she got to within an arm's grasp, Tom grabbed her and picked her up. She screamed to have him put her down, but Sarah took hold of her legs as Tom readjusted his grip so he had her under the arms. The two ran into the water until they were about knee deep and simply dunked Carole into the sea. She was of course instantly saturated and her skimpy garment clung revealingly to her otherwise naked body. They didn't let her get up, they lifted her and dropped her back into the water several times before they relented. Carole had, after the initial shock, begun to enjoy it. Spluttering to Sarah "You're dead for this!" but laughing all the same. Sarah and Tom although only knee deep in the water, were splashed up to their waists. Sarah's head and face was still sticky with dried cum, but Carole stood facing her and gave her a deep kiss, then wrestled her off her feet and they rolled around in the shallows. "Strip her Carole!" José called out. Tom laughed and said "I'll bet she gets as good as she gives!" José looked at him, "Of course! But don't you want to see two naked ladies wrestling in the surf?" "Well," Tom admitted, "when you put it like that....... Yes!" It wasn't long before he got to see two naked ladies wrestling in the surf. The only problem was that they didn't seem to be taking it too seriously. The wrestling somewhat rapidly degenerated into a making out session. Whilst this was indeed an arousing spectacle for the men to watch, they did feel sidelined a little. José looked at him, shrugged and murmured, "Only one thing to do!" and promptly dived on top of the writhing women in the shallow water. The two almost immediately, turned on him, ripping open his shirt and smothering his bare chest with kisses. Tom joined the others and soon found himself minus his slacks and underpants! He was aware that someone was giving him a blow-job, but as he was literally trying to keep his head above water, he wasn't sure who it was. Recovering sufficiently to take a look, he saw that it was Carole who was trying to suck his semen from him. Suddenly he wanted to fill her throat for her and very soon he did. He pumped and pumped his sticky white seed into her mouth so fast that she had no option but to swallow it. -- They both loved the feeling! But Carole exclaimed "Oh Bugger! I was going to share that with Sarah!" "You bitch!" Sarah called our and tried to push Carole under the water. However it was not deep enough, so she resorted to piling handfuls of wet sand on top of her body. Carole looked up at her and said "Kiss me Sarah." Sarah bent over her friend's face and they exchanged several deep kisses. Finally Carole suggested they might be more comfortable in bed. They all agreed and began sorting through the remnants of the clothes in order to try and make it past reception. Tom found his underpants and trousers, the trousers he wore himself and gave the underpants to Carole. Sarah managed to fashion herself a skirt from the remains of her dress and took José's torn shirt. Tom never did find his. A wet and somewhat underdressed party dripped their way across the tiled floor of reception and incurred some curious looks from other holidaymakers, these were accompanied by more hostile glances from the staff. However nobody said anything. "It's a good job we're leaving the day after tomorrow!" Sarah said, "Or we might get thrown out!" "Yes," Carole said, "You might, especially if we did .... This!" This, entailed Carole snatching Sarah's skirt away and running off with it. Sarah gave chase and Carole headed for the stairs. She knew that she stood no chance of getting into the lift (elevator), so she was making it two steps at a time up the open stairwell. Her problem was that Sarah was making more speed and by the time they got to the second floor landing, Sarah had all but caught up her quarry. Sarah made a lunge at Carole as she cleared the top step of that flight and soon they were rolling around on the cool tiles. Almost inevitably, it turned into a strip fight, with bits of material being scattered across the hallway. The men arrived to find the girls ripping bits off each other's clothing, or more precisely ripping bits off the bits of the other's clothing. When they were both near enough naked, they kissed deeply once or twice and then stood up and walked to the lift for the rest of the journey to the correct floor. They proudly stood completely exposed, awaiting the arrival of the lift car. "I hope there's already someone in the lift!" José said. "We don't care -- do we?" Sarah asked Carole. "Not a bit!" Carole replied, and put one arm round Sarah's waist and cupped her naked breast with the other. There was another couple in the lift car, the two naked girls stepped inside followed by two men neither of whom had on a shirt. Nobody spoke. But by the time the car reached the top floor, every body had a fit of the giggles. When the car doors opened the girls skipped down the corridor hand in hand. They had to wait at the door of the apartment however as Tom had the key. They all trooped into the room, Tom sorted out some coffee whilst the girls showered. Then the men showered (not together) but they were both absent from the main room for a while. Tom and José had a shock when they emerged from the bathroom clad only in towels. The two girls were dressed, made up and ready to go out again. "We're too wound up to stay in let's go out and dance!" It has to be said that although described as being dressed, neither girls had actually got much on. Each had only a skimpy minidress. Sarah's off the shoulder black dress having a high-thigh length skirt that was flared from the waist and as a consequence flew outwards when she spun round. The skirt flew out horizontally revealing her bare buttocks and pussy. "I'm looking forward to seeing you dance in that dress!" Tom said. She sashayed up to him and replied in a sultry tone, "And I'm looking forward to having you spin me round so fast that I have nothing left to hide!" José said, "Well, I can't wait to get Carole on the floor!" They all laughed and Carole said "in this dress?" Her dress was a wrap-over that nearly didn't. It had little straps holding up the bodice which was cut in a vee down to below breast level. It also had a low back. The skirt was mid thigh length, but scalloped away so the edges of the fabric revealed a lot of inner thigh even when she was standing still. "I don't know how I'm going to keep it on, if I dance!" José laughed, "That's exactly why I want to dance with you!" He took her hand and spun her round, the front of her dress opened up and one of her shoulder straps slipped down her arm. "See what I mean?" she pleaded, "It could just fall off!" José said "Yup! Let's go dancing!" They hit the clubs and bars and began to dance. It is fair to say that a good many women in the first bar they entered were not over dressed, so initially their dancing did not attract too much attention. This suited the gang just fine as they were just out for a good time. As time progressed however, the girls became a little bolder in the way that they sat, say on a bar stool for example, or they allowed their partner to use his hands to expose a little more of their bodies. They also became livelier in their dancing. For instance, Tom encouraged the top of Sarah's "off the shoulder" dress to become a "halfway down her arms" dress. This was something to which Sarah had no objections at all! José developed a liking for dancing with Carole with his hands on her hips, - underneath the skirt of her dress. This lifted the hem of the dress to a very much higher level and judging by the way she was thrusting her tongue down his throat, this was not a matter of much concern to her either. From time to time, Sarah and Carole danced together. On these occasions, whilst not doing anything overtly, the object of the exercise seemed to be to see how much of the other's body could be exposed. At one time, their legs were beginning to intertwine when Sarah pulled open the front of Carole's skirt and pushed her own pubic bone against Carole's. Carole reacted by lifting up Sarah's skirt so that their bare bellies were touching. Their legs became interlocked fully as they tried to press their pussies together as they moved their bodies to the music. The next plan was to try to expose the other's tits. Carole slid the arms of Sarah's dress down past her elbows, but that was as far as she could get them. Sarah had no such trouble with Carole's dress as it seemed to want to fall off of its own accord. As a result Carole's breasts were being pressed against the fabric of Sarah's dress. Carole was a bit frustrated by this until she was told by Sarah to "undo the zip of my dress." This she did -- totally, right down to her waist (as far as it would go). This remedied the situation as it released the pressure that was stopping Sarah's dress from sliding down more. Soon not only were their pussies being pressed together, their bare breasts were being rubbed together too. When they started kissing as well, they really started to attract attention. Eventually Security came and asked them to cool it. This was not because of any house rules, it was just that no-one was buying any drinks! The girls adjusted their clothes and went back to José and Tom to reclaim their drinks. "I have an idea!" announced Sarah. "Let's see how many clubs we can get thrown out of!" So they left that club and found another one. After a few minutes of a similar performance, José sidled up to Tom "What do you think about taking the girls home and giving them a good fucking?" "I was about to suggest the same." Tom admitted. "Your place or ours or should we split?" José looked a bit embarrassed, "Well actually I was hoping for a bit of time with Carole alone......." "Say no more!" Tom exclaimed "I think that is a good idea! "Let's go and break them up now." He and José walked out on to the dance floor of the club and took hold of their respective women. José held Carole close and said "You're coming with me and you're going to you're eyeballs fucked out!" Expecting a protest he added "And no is not an answer!" Carole replied "Take me then -- I'm yours!" José quickly led her out of the club. "Where have they gone?" Sarah asked, trying to do the zip of her dress back up. "He's taken her home as his prize." Tom told her. "And you're mine, and you can leave the dress!" She grinned at him. "Wow! Come over all masterful have you? What if I fight you off?" "We'll both enjoy it all the more!" He said throatily and pulled her to him and kissed he roughly before almost dragging her out into the street. As he hurried back towards the apartment pulling her along behind him, she wailed in a plaintive voice, "But Mr. Ward, I've only just met you!" Not very loud, it has to be said, but loud enough for passers-by to hear. It was also obvious that because he had not let her refasten her dress that it was likely to part company with her before too long. It was sliding well down her arms, her breasts hardly covered and her back bare. "Shut up and keep moving!" Said he, playing his part, "Or I'll shag you in the street!" Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 04 "I might like that!" She said sultrily. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her across the car park towards the back entrance to the apartment block. She began to giggle and told him, "Put me down Tom I have to wee." "You should have thought of that before!" "Tom, I have to wee!" "Bollocks!" "I have to wee -- now!" She did, - all down the front of his slacks. "I told you!" she admonished him. "So! You want to play dirty do you?" he thundered. "Oh! Yes please!" she squirmed, excitedly out of his arms as he struggled to unlock the door to enter the block. When the door opened, she ran to the stairs, it was only two floors to their apartment as the building was set into the cliff face. He chased after her but she reached the top landing before him, where she turned, slipped her dress off her body, whirled it round her head a couple of times and threw it down the stairs towards him. Then she ran off along the corridor. Tom picked up her dress and followed her. As they entered the bedroom, Sarah flung herself on her back across the bed, her fingers falling naturally to her pubes. "Thank you for picking up my dress, it is one of my favourites." Her eyes were big and doleful. "Really?" Tom said quietly, "Then what would have been your reaction if I had left where it fell?" He fingers began to circle her labia. "I knew you would pick it up." She told him. "But what if I did this to it?" he threatened to tear the dress down the back. "I wouldn't like it." But her fingers began to rub her clitoris. "Are you sure?" He pulled on the dress and the snapping of threads could be heard. Her fingers began to work a little faster. "Yes ... er.... No.......MMmmmm!" He tore the dress, just a little, down the back. Her fingers were now going like a steam hammer and she was sweating as she lay there masturbating. "Was it an expensive dress?" He asked her. She nodded. Her fingers were almost a blur going in and out of her wet vagina. "Then watch!" he ordered her. He ripped the back of the dress completely open. She yelped as she frigged herself towards orgasm. He almost frantically tore the dress apart. Her legs came up into the air, bent at the knees. "Do it!" she urged him. "Rip it! Destroy it totally!............Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She climaxed violently and thrashed about on the bed. "Oh Tom I love you!" she cried out, "now fuck me quickly!" He was on her and in her in an instant. He didn't make love to her, her didn't just shag her, he all but raped her, but she wanted it boy! Did she want it. It was too frenetic to last long, and soon they were sipping drinks alongside each other. He looked at her, "Ok?" She smiled and replied, "Better than OK, - try ecstatic!" "Then," he said, "I can see that I'm going to have to rip up your clothes more often." She laughed and said "Yes, I think you should!" then added, "whenever you like." He grinned, "and the more expensive they are the better." She kissed him and gasped in a throaty voice, "Oh Yes!" "Do you still want to move in with me?" he asked. "More than ever!" she told him, "But I can see I'm going to be in either wet or torn clothes much of the time. And before you ask, I'm looking forward to it!" They slept late, indeed they were woken by the maid coming in to service the room. "Shall we go round to Carole's to see if she is ok?" Sarah asked Tom. "Do you think she'll be there?" Tom replied, "I don't think she had any intention of going home last night." Sarah laughed. "Don't you mean that José had no intention of letting her go home last night!" Tom grinned, "You could be right. C'mon, slip something on and let's go round there and see anyway." "Er Tom," Sarah interrupted him, "we both have to shower first!" They walked down to the area where Carole lived. Sarah was a bit uneasy as she felt exposed in what she described as a "dodgy" area, dressed as she was in a short tight, denim miniskirt and a thin white top. "You'll be fine." Tom assured her. "Last time I walked down here, it was with Carole, and she was only wearing one of my shirts. And that was later in the day than this!" Sarah seemed a little reassured by this and stopped complaining if not worrying. When they got to the flat, Carole was not in. So they began their way back down the stairs and met her coming up. "What are you two doing here?" She asked in some surprise. "We just thought we'd come and see a) that you are ok and b) how you got on last night." Sarah told her. "Well, in two words, yes and brilliantly!" Carole giggled. "Come on in and we'll have a coffee." She led them into a scruffy but tidy flat. "It's not much but it is all I can afford." She told them. "However I hope that with my new job I can get something better." "How was it with José! That's what we want to know!" Sarah almost shouted at her. "It was great, what else is there to say?" Carole said as she served the coffee with an enigmatic smile. "I want to know all the gory and gooey details!" Sarah insisted. Carole began to relate in a soft tone, exactly how José had treated her, together with of course how she had treated him, the night before. "He took me to his bedroom in the villa for the first time." She told them. "Some how there was Champagne within minutes of us arriving. One bottle of which he poured all over my head. I was very wet." "I'll bet you were!" Sarah said. "I was still dressed then of course, so he helped me out of my wet dress and then he discovered just how wet I was!" she laughed. "So we didn't waste any more time and made love. I discovered one or two new positions for having sex, I can tell you. Then we went out on to the balcony and I fellated him, but it was too soon and nothing much happened. I told him that I would do it again when he was ready. Which, of course, he soon was. He loved it because I swallowed every drop. By this morning we were both covered in sweat and cum, but I wouldn't have changed a thing." "How about José?" Tom asked. Carole laughed, "He's obsessed, calls me his beautiful princess and I had the most tremendous trouble getting away from him this morning, but I told him I had to go to work tonight as I owed it to my boss, so I had to come back here to get my own clothes, this dress belongs to Maria, the maid. He told me I was very loyal and he hoped I would be just as loyal to him when I started work in his club." "What are you going to be doing there, anyway?" Tom asked. "I have to give blow jobs to anyone who wants one!" Carole told him holding a very straight face. Tom and Sarah looked horrified, but Carole couldn't hold her serious face for long and burst out laughing. "OK, I'm going to be helping in the office for a start to get to know the business, but I will occasionally be out on the club floor if I'm needed." Mostly I will be working with Carla for a start as she wants to see what I'm made of." "Sugar and spice and all things lickable." Tom suggested and got a dig in the ribs for his trouble from Sarah. "I am very grateful for the friendship you two have shown me in the short time you have been here. I must admit I was getting a bit depressed before you shook me out of myself. Without you I would never have met José and it looks as though that is going to change my life. So if you come along to the restaurant tonight, you have a booking for 9.30pm, you will have a nice surprise." Tom and Sarah looked at each other in amazement. "Now bugger off and let me get some rest." She indicated the door of the flat. They meekly did as they were told and started down the stairs. "Oh, and by the way, dress up tonight, because it will be appropriate. -- Bye! See you later!" "Dress up?" Sarah mused to Tom, "I wonder what she means? I haven't brought a posh frock if that's what she meant." "Let's go back to the apartment and see if we can improvise. If not I'll buy you something." Tom told her. On the way, they browsed the shops but the area didn't seem to cater for other than the holidaymaker. "What about this?" Sarah was holding a large sarong, which was lacy, fine and white. "Would you be happy to wear such a thing for a dress up night?" Tom asked her. "It all depends on the tying." She looked at the shop keeper. "We'll take it, thank you." They walked back to the apartment, dropped off the package and went down to the pool for a swim and a late lunch. Sarah being Sarah, she wore just the bottom half of a very brief bikini at the poolside. She was not alone in being topless, most of the women were, but her thong bottoms attracted a bit of attention, but of course nobody said anything, the women tutted amongst themselves and the men enjoyed the view. They lay on adjacent sun-beds and sunned themselves for a while, chatting about nothing much, when suddenly Tom asked Sarah, "Can I assume you've generally enjoyed this holiday?" Sarah looked astonished "I can't believe you've just asked me that!" "Well er.... I" stumbled Tom, "I was just wanting to be sure, er...... I wondered if some of the things we did were a bit too far out for you. Uphhhh!" The involuntary expression came about because, Sarah leapt on top of him and flattened her almost naked body against his. "Now listen to me Tom Ward!" She began, "I have never had such a fabulous time as I have had this week! It has been wonderful. I am so happy to have come here with you, I can't tell you." She wriggled on top of him, her legs spread down the sides of his sun-bed as her pelvic bone sought to crush his. "I will admit that one incident, well not the incident so much as the setting, did upset me a bit but, put in comparison with the rest of the holiday, I wouldn't change a thing." She hesitated, looked him in the eye then asked in a sweet little voice, "Tom are you getting a hard on?" "Yes." He muttered, "I think we should get in the pool for a swim rather quickly." She wriggled some more grinding her pubes into his, "Oh? And why might that be?" "Well," he said, "there are two little boys staring at the string in your arse and if we don't go for a swim they are likely to see me fuck you out here on the terrace!" They both went into the water quickly. The temperature of the pool cooled his ardour a bit but not much. They found a spot in the pool which was deep enough to prevent people from clearly seeing what they were up to, whilst at the same time, shallow enough for them both to stand on the bottom with their heads above water. He dropped his swimming trunks enough to allow his penis and his testicle to be free of them. He pulled Sarah's thong to one side, but as soon as he let it go, it sprang back into place. "Take off your thong." He said thickly. She laughed and teased him with the remark, "Only if you promise to wear it back to the apartment -- and nothing else!" "Take it off!" he demanded. She still wasn't ready to give in to him. "Take off your trunks first." She began to "help" him by sliding them further down his thighs. Then she sank below the surface of the water and took his prick into her mouth. As she did so, he raised no objection to her sliding his trunks off his legs, he even helped by lifting one leg and then the other. She snatched the trunks away and with a shriek quickly swam away from him and got out of the pool! She calmly went over to her sun-bed, put on her cover-up and began collecting her things together as if to leave the poolside. "Sarah!" he called out. "Bye Tom, I'll see you back up at the apartment, OK?" she picked up her bag and set off. Tom then saw that she had left his trunks under the sun-bed. Great! Now all he had to do was get out of the pool in full view of everyone, including children and make it twenty feet or so to the beds and then somehow put his trunks back on without attracting too much attention. He pondered for a while on how to do this and finally though that he would just have to brazen it out. So taking his confidence in both hands, he swam round to where his trunks were, hauled himself out of the water and walked quickly to his sun-bed, crouched down, reached underneath for his trunks and nimbly stepped into them. He walked round the end of the wall of the terrace, where he found Sarah giggling nervously. "See?" she said, "I knew you'd be able to do it!" He threatened to slap her. "Go on!" she said defiantly, "Give me a black eye to sport on our romantic dinner!" "What are you going to wear tonight?" he asked, "so I can be forearmed!" "I haven't decided yet." She replied airily stuck her nose in the air and strutted off in the direction of the apartment. In the event, she wore her new sarong. She pulled it across her back, under her arms, crossed it over her chest and knotted it behind her neck. The fullness of the material just about covered her down the front of her body to her knees, but when she took a step, an intriguing gap opened up. It depended on how big a step she took which decided how much of her body was on show. A small step, the length of her thigh, a larger step and from waist down she was revealed in all her glory. The material itself was only very light and pert nipples made themselves apparent through the lacy fabric. "I'm going to have a bit of fun with this tonight!" she announced to Tom, who was of course delighted! Tom put on his best pair of slacks and a good shirt, Sarah added a bit of jewellery and they set off down the street towards the restaurant. Carole was there to greet them and gave each of them a quick peck on the cheek. She was looking good too having put on the white dress which she was wearing the night they first met. (Could that possibly be less than a week ago?) Carole's dress was about mid thigh in length with a slit up the front of one leg. The neckline of the dress again matched the profile of the Wonderbra that she was wearing. "You are looking particularly delicious tonight Carole," Tom told her. "I think an hour with you is all the repast I need tonight." That earned him another kiss from Carole and a dig in the ribs from Sarah. "Ah but we have some special planned for you two tonight." Carole said. She led them into the restaurant and to a specially decorated corner table in the window. It was in fact their favourite table but it looked nothing like the fairly ordinary table that it usually was. There was a hooped pagoda in white over the table and it was decorated with flowers. It looked very romantic. "This is lovely!" exclaimed Sarah as she took her seat under the archway of flowers. Noting that their slightly elevated position still gave them a good view of those in the street and she smiled, - vice-versa. A bottle of Champagne was brought by one of the waiters, "We didn't........" Tom began. "All taken care of." The waiter assured them. The champagne was poured and they toasted their future together. "What do you think you'll parents will say when you tell them you're moving in with me?" Tom asked. "I don't know, really." Sarah replied, "but I guess they knew I would move out sometime." "I have a dare for you." Tom told her. "What? -- No. Don't tell me, - I'll do it!" Sarah said confidently. "You may not want to after I've told you what it is." Tom lowered his voice. "Why?" Sarah asked, intrigued, "Does it involve nudity, sex with someone else? What? "None of those." Tom suggested. "I would like you to be naked under your dress when you tell them." "What sort of dress are you suggesting?" "Oh! It can be something quite modest, but from what I hear about your mother , she will guess." Sarah laughed and replied. "You know, I think you're probably right! And I bet she'll let me know that she's noticed, without saying so." She took a sip from her drink. "I was wondering what you were going to dare me. I thought I might have to let my sarong open while we're dancing." "Oh! I was expecting that to happen anyway!" Tom announced. That earned him a punch on the shoulder from Sarah. The starter arrived. Tom looked a bit surprised as they hadn't actually ordered anything yet. Sarah shrugged and suggested they eat what they had been given. They did, thoroughly enjoying the delicate flavour of the prawn based dish. As the dishes were cleared away, a lemon sorbet was served cleaning their palates in preparation for the arrival of the main course. Tom shrugged and said "I guess we'll just have to go with the flow." "I know," Sarah acknowledged, then with a giggle, "It's great isn't it?" The main course was a superb meat dish which prompted Tom to joke, "I thought I hadn't seen that Donkey around for a few days." "Tom!" Sarah exclaimed, "How could you? It was lovely!" "What? The donkey or the meal?" Tom asked her appearing concerned. "Both!" Laughed Sarah and they both had a fit of the giggles. Eventually, Tom reached across the table and taking her hands in his, quietly said, "I have really enjoyed this week with you Sarah and I..........." He was interrupted by the sound of music. A trio of musicians were approaching their table and it was clear that the two of them were the focus of the band's attention. "Saved by the bell." Sarah joked before they both sat and listened to the music being played for them. The band stayed for about twenty minutes by which time Sarah and Tom were lingering over their coffees, complete with liqueurs. The leader of the trio wished them a good night and all three musicians bowed to the couple. Tom reached into his pocket to give them a tip, but almost unknown in that part of the world, the guitarist refused, saying that they had been paid well for the evening. It has to be said that the other patrons, whilst perhaps wondering who the special couple in the corner were, had also benefited from the live music and as they left the band were applauded out of the restaurant. "What would you like to do now?" Sarah asked Tom. "I'd like to find out how we got a free dinner and musical entertainment tonight!" Tom replied. "I think we can find out the answer to that outside." Sarah confided. "Carole must know." "It was a gift from José." Carole told them. "He's working tonight - I'm joining him later." "We must go along and thank him." Sarah said and with a wink to Tom, "You never know Tom, you might get your wish too!" "Tom's wish?" questioned Carole. "Oh! He just wants my sarong to open up while we're dancing." Sarah told her trying to sound bored. Carole laughed "And I wouldn't be at all surprised if that's not you're wishing too!" she hooted. "Carole!" Sarah admonished her friend, "You'll be ruining my credibility!" "OK! OK!" Carole said, "Now bugger off so I can make a living." Tom and Sarah began to move away, "See you later!" Carole called after them, "In the nightclub pool!" Sarah waggled her finger at Carole as they walked away, laughing quietly. "Will you?" Tom asked. "I think I could be persuaded." Sarah said, kissing his cheek and hugging him with her arm through his as they walked up the street, towards José's club. "Your sarong it very thin."He warned her. "You mean it will go transparent?" she asked sounding shocked "It might also come undone." She laughed and replied, "I'm banking on it!" They carried on down the street, Tom increasing their stride, causing Sarah's sarong to open up to navel level, which of course revealed her shaven pubes. "Tom." Sarah sounded amused, "Would you like me to take off my sarong right now?" "What gave you that idea?" Tom asked, knowing full well what she meant. "Look, just slow down a bit will you!" She replied, "Or I'll be worn out before we get there!" They walk into the club and seek out José, who brushes aside their effusive thanks, saying that through them he's met Carole and he's very happy about that. He tells them to enjoy themselves on their last night in Portugal. He gets called away so they head for the bar. "I don't want you getting drunk tonight." Sarah said "as we have to fly home in the morning." Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 05 This chapter starts as they prepare to leave Portugal to fly home. They noticed the dawn beginning to break and decided to finish their packing then have a couple of hours on the bed before they had to leave for the airport. Tom's mobile woke them at the appointed hour and soon their taxi was at the entrance. They were both tired and in need of some sleep to catch up on that which they had missed, but the taxi ride and checking in at the airport didn't allow time for a snooze. However once they were aboard the plane and the flight started, Sarah curled up in the window seat and was soon asleep. There was no-one sharing their row of three seats, so Tom lifted the arm of the seats and settled down himself. Tom slept fitfully and when he woke for the second time he noticed that Sarah's skirt had ridden up her thighs a little. He carefully moved the material to expose a little more of her lovely legs, she shifted her position a little which quite by chance lifted her skirt even more. As she was facing the window, her arse cheek on one side was visible up to her hip to anyone walking down the central aisle of the aircraft. Tom left her like that. Eventually Sarah woke up and realised how much leg she had is display, she turned her head and whispered "Bastard!" but grinned broadly at Tom. Before she sat up straight for the landing, she pulled her top to one side and showed him a breast. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Captain has switched on the seatbelt signs so we request that you now return to your seats for landing." Everyone took heed and soon the only people moving around were the cabin crew. Tom was now sitting in the next seat to Sarah and with the tables folded away, he had good access to her legs. He reached over and gripped the hem of her skirt in two hands and slowly ripped the fabric. He had ripped about an inch when one of the stewardesses walked down to their row checking seat belts. She caught Tom in the act of ripping his girlfriend's skirt and looked fiercely him. Tom smiled at her and whilst still in eye to eye contact with her, slowly tore the skirt another inch. The girl looked across at Sarah, who did not appear to be upset at all at what was happening. The stewardess now looked at Tom, and still not smiling, raised an eyebrow as if questioning what he was going to do next. He answered that by tearing a little more of the material. The stewardess, put her elbow on the back of the seat in front, cupped her chin in her open palm and waved her other hand up and down as if to say "more if you dare!" He dared and ripped the skirt almost up to the waistband the crew member smiled and blew him a kiss when she saw that Sarah was wearing no panties. "Cabin crew seats for landing please." A look of irritation came over the girl's face as she had to move away. The plane landed and the crew started moving about again preparing for the aircraft to come on to it's stand at the terminal. Just then a female hand appeared holding a piece of paper. The girl handed it to Sarah and as both her and Tom looked up they saw her undo a button on her blouse, before closing her jacket. She winked at them both and moved on. Sarah opened the note to find "Call me" written and a telephone number. It was signed, "Gemma". "Do you think you will?" Tom asked. "Of course!" Sarah answered, kissing him on the end of his nose. "I think she'd like me to rip her clothes off!" The thought filled Tom with passion and he kissed her hard. "My!" she said as she unclenched herself, "that has turned you on hasn't it?" She rubbed his groin and confirmed what she thought. As they stood to get out of their seats, Sarah's skirt opened wide and revealed her panty-less pubes and Tom could not resist having a quick feel. When they got into the terminal, and were walking to baggage claim, Tom noticed that with every stride that Sarah took, her skirt parted and revealed her right leg up to the waist. Sarah noticed this too and began taking longer strides. "Like the skirt?" Sarah asked. "Love it!" Tom replied. "So do I!" Sarah said. The baggage reclaimed and the walk through Customs completed, they took the overhead link to the railway station. This link is a two car unmanned tram which travels over the car parks and the exit roads of the airport to the railway, a distance of about half a mile. There was no-one else in their car, which would normally hold about ten people, but there were some people in the other car. The cars were connected to form the train, but it was not possible to pass from one car to the other. The occupants of the other car could easily be seen and vice versa. "Take of your top and stand by the window," Tom told Sarah, which she did, grinning at him. She was facing away from the other car, but it was clearly discernable from her bare back that she was naked from the waist up. Sarah watched the people and cars moving around below her, none that she could see looked up. "Do you have a coat in you hand baggage?" Tom asked. "Mmm, a small jacket, in case it was cold when we got here." She told him. There was a tearing sound as she heard Tom say "Well, you'd better get it out of your bag then." As he continued to rip the small top into shreds. Sarah looked at him and laughed. They were only a few yards from the terminus as she began to look for the jacket in her bag. She had just managed to find it as the tram drew to a stop. She threw the jacket on, but had not been able to fasten it before the automatic doors opened and they were confronted with a group of people waiting to join the tram. Tom and Sarah pushed their way through the throng, carrying their bags to enter the vestibule of the station. In the process, her jacket had been pulled to one side and one breast was exposed. She covered herself and assembled the bottom of the zip fastener on the bomber style jacket. "Still want to come and live with me?" Tom asked. Sarah slipped her arm through his and said "More than ever if you keep giving me exciting moments like that!" "Daily." He promised "Good!" Sarah kept the zip on her jacket done up to about half way, this indicated that she was wearing nothing underneath it, but at the same time only her sternum. The elasticated waist of her short jacket rode up a little to show a small amount of her midriff. They found seats on the train and settled in for the thirty minute ride to their home town. Nothing more happened on the train and as they caught a taxi, Tom asked, "Your place or mine?" I don't mind, "Mum and Dad are away tonight." Sarah replied, then loudly enough for the taxi driver to hear, "Why Mr Ward, I do believe you want to shag me in my mother's bed!" Tom laughed, "Do I have any alternative?" "Absolutely not!" "Then your place it is then." Tom admitted. It was just still light as the taxi drew up outside Sarah's house. "We'll have to go in the back way." Sarah said, "As I only have the back door key." As they walked along the passage between her house and the one next door, Sarah observed, "You've undressed me in this passage a few times." "Let's not break the habit then!" Tom said and made a grab for her. She skitted quickly out of his way, but not before he caught hold of her skirt and pulled it off. She squealed and made it to the back door of the house wearing only her bomber jacket. Having gained access to the house, She turned and said, "You bugger! I was going to wear that up the town tonight!" "I'm sure you can find something else." He told her. She grinned and said "I hope so, otherwise, we're going to find it difficult to get in pubs tonight!" They showered and Sarah unpacked. There didn't seem to be much point in Tom unpacking as he would be going to his own flat the next day. He just sorted out a pair of slacks, a shirt and a jacket, whilst Sarah sorted through her wardrobe for a dress. She decided on a tight black lycra dress that was incredibly short. It clung to her body like a second skin, it had elbow length sleeves and a low cut neckline – no bra. Tom said she looked sensational. She asked if he wanted to know whether she was wearing panties or not. "Since you ask, are you wearing panties?" he demanded "A thong, which you can ask me for at any point in the evening." She told him, "And I DO mean at any point, no matter where we are – get it?" He got it. "Don't you want a coat?" Tom asked. "Why? Are you going to rip this dress off too?" She asked as she dug her finger into his ribs. "Shall we go out and eat?" They walked the half mile into town and found a restaurant with a cosy table for two and sat down for an intimate dinner. The candle on the table added a little light to the soft lighting of the restaurant. Tom reached across the table and took Sarah's hands in his and said, "Sarah, you have never looked more beautiful." "Nah." She replied, "Trick of the light. Last time you said that, you'd just tipped something over my head!" "Are you determined to ruin the atmosphere tonight?" He asked somewhat exasperated. "Sorry." She whispered, "but I thought for a moment you were going to propose." "No, I was just trying to enjoy the moment." He told her, "Even though we've just been away for a week, we didn't seem to be alone together much." "Whose fault is that?" She asked, "Who introduced another woman into our bed?" "Actually I think that was you." He accused. "Sorry - again." She said softly, "I think you're right. Let's have some more wine." After that exchange the atmosphere between them changed and became more romantic. They took their time over dinner and enjoyed themselves. "Still want to move in with me?" he asked "Too right!" she said, "Life is much more exciting since I've been going out with you. You have fanned the flame of my exhibitionism that was just a glowing ember within me. That first time on the Sunday when we went to the country park, you made me take off my panties on the roof of the castle then got me all wet and muddy, I thought there might be something there that you and I could share. "I love to take you out in public underdressed." He told her, "and I know now that you like it too. Er...Amongst other things." "Other things?" she asked coquettishly "Well where can I begin? Having cum in your hair, getting generally wet and messy, other women, foursomes, have I left anything out?" "You ripping my clothes off?" she asked "That too." He added. "Do you really like that, or do you let me do it because I like it?" She shuddered. "I really like it! In fact I was surprised that you didn't tear my skirt more on the flight back." "I wouldn't have torn it as much as I did if the stewardess hadn't seen and encouraged me." "Yes, I must ring her tomorrow." She told him. "So soon?" he asked. "Strike whilst the iron is hot." Sarah said "And Boy! Is she hot! I could have kissed her for egging you on in the manner she did." "If you ring her, maybe you'll get the chance." He observed. "Don't forget to ring your friend Mina tomorrow too, I want to see a proper Mujra." "I'll get her to do one particularly for you." She said, "One of her special ones." "What does that mean?" He asked. "You'll just have to wait and see. Now are you going to take me to a night club and show me off or not?" "Waiter! Can we have the bill please?" Was his only reply. They went to the most popular of the night clubs in the town, and had a few more drinks. "Don't get me so drunk, that I don't know what you are doing to me." She warned him, "because I want to enjoy it as well." "Let's dance." He suggested. As they moved to the music, Sarah's tight dress began to ride up a bit. He noticed but said nothing. She noticed him looking and grinned delightedly at him. Soon the hem of the dress was above pube level and her thong was coming into view. "Like what you see?" She asked. He nodded. "Want to see more?" He nodded again. "Wait two minutes." She was right, two minutes later, her dress had ridden up to her hips and her thong was in full view. She pulled him close, "Remember I said you could ask for it at any time." "You knew this was going to happen?" He asked. "Of course!" She laughed. "I've practiced in front of the mirror at home for years. I've just never had the boyfriend who is capable of coping with it." She danced away doing a few twirls in the middle of the floor. She pulled him close again. "Another thing, you should see this dress wet!" and gurgled with laughter at his face. The music slowed and they melted into each other's arms. His right hand found the bunched up skirt at her back and his fingers were soon dancing across the tiny triangular bit of fabric which held the three strings of her thong together. His hand caressed her otherwise bare bum. She snuggled up to him, "Mmmmm, that's nice." He slid his hand up inside her dress at the back. "Ooooaaaaghh, that's even nicer. The action of him pushing his hand up the back of the tight dress, made the front of the dress slide up also. Luckily there were a lot of people on the dance floor and there was a lot of groping going on, so nobody stopped them from doing exactly as they pleased. In fact another girl had her breasts out of the top of her dress and they were being kissed and licked by her partner, - who was a girl too! Sarah saw this and lifted her dress to above her breasts, so from her armpits to her feet she was virtually naked. "Remember, I said anytime." She reminded him. "I wish this dress hadn't got these long sleeves," She whispered, "It would be so much easier for you to take it off." "Remember that another time then." Tom told her. "Or do you think I should take to carrying a pair of scissors everywhere." "That would be a good idea," she said, "or a small razor might be better. Then you can make subtle cuts when you like." Tom laughed at her. "Here you are with your dress virtually off, talking about subtlety. Give me your thong." "Take it!" He tried to snap the strings, but they were too elastic to break. Finally he said "No! You give it to me! That's what you promised to do." She stepped away from him, her dress still under her armpits, reached down, slid the thong down her legs and off her feet before waving it above her head and draping it over Tom's head. This attracted the attention of the Floor Manager who approached the couple and asked them to "cool it" It was an ultimatum, put the thong back on, or pull down the dress, or leave the club. Tom pulled down Sarah's dress until it (more or less) covered her nether regions. "We'll stay." Tom told him. The guy looked at them with a twinkle in his eye. "Just cool it for a few minutes, OK?" When the others saw the guy talking to Sarah and Tom, breasts were rapidly tucked back inside dresses and hemlines adjusted. "You heard him!" Sarah called out to them, "Just for a few minutes and then whey-hey!" Laughter all around and they carried on dancing. It wasn't long before the two girls who had been acting out a lesbian scenario were rubbing their bare titties together. All those around them knew that Sarah was now completely naked under her dress, and another girl was keen to be the same. Her boyfriend was divesting her of her panties, although she kept her full but short skirt well in place. Soon there were three or four pairs of panties on the floor. The "lesbians" were now open mouthed kissing, one had her hand up her partners skirt, whilst the other hooked her arms around the other's neck, pulling their bodies together. "Kiss me." Sarah said to Tom as she hung on to him. His hands fell to her dress hem again and eased it up a shade. The only noticeable effect was that Sarah was thrusting her pelvis at his with increased vigour. "I wish this dress had fasteners on it!" she gasped. "Are you ready to cum?" He nodded "I want a cum stain on this dress Now!" she told him and led him off the floor. They slid into the gents toilets which was crowded. A cheer went up as they disappeared into one of the cubicles and closed the door. It was not clear why they bothered to close the door as within seconds, there was a sea of faces looking over the top of the cubicle walls. Tom stood on the toilet bowl as Sarah undid his flies and began to suck him off. He was never going to last more than a few minutes given that treatment. He began to grunt as he got close to orgasm. "I'm cumming!" He gasped and proceeded to unload several strings of semen all over Sarah's face and more importantly as far as she was concerned, down the front of her dress. She did his flies back up and said "Tom I love you." But he didn't hear it because of all the cheering that was going on. He led her out of the toilets and back on to the dance floor, where her face glistening with cum and white stains on the from of her dress announced what they had been up to. Sarah wiped her finger across her cheek, went up to the lezzie girls and put her finger on one of the girls mouths. The girl gasped and said something to her friend. The friend grasped Sarah's face in her hands and proceeded to lick the cum off Sarah's cheeks. Sarah in a sort of quid-pro-quo got to feel the other girl's breasts. Everybody was happy. Tom pulled Sarah away from the other girls and grasped her to him, kissing her deeply. They danced away, Tom still pulling up her dress whenever he got the chance. As far as Sarah was concerned he could have all the chances that he wanted. Eventually she asked him, "Shall we go home?" He didn't need asking twice. They left the club and walked through the town, Sarah getting a few whistles at the shortness of her dress. They thought better of showing any more of her then was necessary as they didn't need an escort or a following group to see them home. As they reached the passageway alongside her house, he didn't try to relieve her of her only garment, because she led him by the hand in through the back door. "We'll take a shower." She said as a statement rather than an invitation. "I'll need to visit the bathroom anyway." Tom told her. She led him upstairs, where he had never been before, straight into the bathroom. She turned on the water and turned to take him in her arms. "Kiss me." She whispered. He did so and they stood caressing each other for a moment or two before he broke away. "I need to use the toilet!" He protested. "I need a piss!" "Strip first." She ordered him. In fact she helped him undress quickly. Then she sat on the toilet seat. "Now piss," she said, "Go on, over me, give me a shower and a piss shampoo!" She bent her head forward to present the top of her short blonde hair as a target. He released his bladder control and began to piss into her hair. When it was thoroughly soaked, she tipped her head back and got a face full. She then leant back and grasping his penis herself, direct the flow all over the front of her dress. "Yes! Yes!" she called out and despite the fact that he was still letting go, she was wanking his prick and spraying the piss everywhere. Suddenly she had his penis in her mouth and she was drinking down the fluid. She let go of instrument of her delight and putting her arms around him pulled him deeper into her mouth. Eventually he stopped and she released him. "God, how I've wanted to do that!" she gasped. They had a shower together, she still in her dress, so he got to see it wet as she had suggested, and she was right, he liked it. Suddenly, she got out of the shower. "Come and find me, "She told him "and when you catch me, you can do what you like to me. See-ya!" with that she was gone. He was still naked, they were both wet and he sought her out in a strange house. He searched the rooms upstairs and couldn't find her, so he crept downstairs in the dark. He couldn't find her. The rooms were in total darkness and he was unfamiliar with the layout. He was on the point of giving up when he passed onto a tiled floor. "Kitchen" he thought to himself, "she won't be in here". He turned to go back into the main house and something hit him on his shoulder. He felt it running down his back. He put his fingers into the fluid. It was an egg. He turned to see where the missile had come from when suddenly the kitchen was bathed in light and he was being pelted with eggs. He fought his way to her and soon pinned her to the floor. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 05 He looked for ammunition and saw there were a few eggs, maybe two or three left. He grabbed one and pushed it down her cleavage and crushed it against her body through the dress. The others were rubbed into her hair, she struggled and managed to get free reaching into a nearby cupboard. Two bags fell out one was sugar, which she burst over his head. She tried to get the other one, but he beat her to it. He held it above her face and punctured the bag with his fingernail. He sprinkled the contents over her head and shoulders – it was flour. She was covered, coughing a spitting a bit but still fighting. She swung open the fridge door and pulled out a carton of milk. He wrestled it from her and tipped it over her chest. She escaped at this point and managed to stand. She was breathing heavily, covered in broken eggs, flour and milk. "Give up?" he asked. She shook her head, spreading a little of the flour on the table against which she was leaning and the floor. He was still kneeling on the floor, dripping with egg, sweat and sugar. He made a grab at her, but she twisted out of his grip and he fell on the floor. She pulled a tin of golden syrup open and poured some of it over his bare arse. He got up and snatched it away from her, tipped her on her back and pulled up her dress and poured some of the sticky liquid over her pussy. He rubbed it well in, which she did not seem to mid at all. More of it went over her breasts, or more correctly, over her dress covering her breasts. She objected to that even less. He poured a little on her lips and proceeded to lick it off and kiss her. He had put the can on the floor and she upended it over the back of his head, which because he was kissing her, ran over hers too. He lay on top over her, her legs clamped round him, her arms over his head emptying the syrup over both of them. He fucked her on the kitchen floor in the mess. When he had finished he stayed where her was and let his penis go flacid inside her. "Need another piss?" she asked, laughing. They showered again and then went down naked to clean up the kitchen. "So, you do like a messy kitchen fight, don't you?" he asked as they mopped up. "Yes, and I hope that there will be many of them!" she replied, "The messier the better!" They eventually finished and retired to bed, - her bed, rather than her mother's as she had threatened. They were still in bed when Sarah's parents arrived. "Sarah, Sarah are you in?" her mother called and opened the door to Sarah's room. "Ah, Oh! Good morning Sarah and......" "Tom." He said, to help her. "Good morning." "Good morning Tom, Sarah have you eaten all the eggs?" "Yes, we were peckish when we got in last night." "You ate all of them, a whole dozen?" "Tom makes a very special omelette." "Indeed, he must....." "Mrs Wilson, I'll go and get some for you....." Tom stuttered. "No matter, My husband has gone to the shop already, he'll be back soon, - if you fancy eggs for breakfast that is!" She left and Tom felt sure he heard her laughing as she went down stairs. "Sarah! Now your mother thinks I used all the eggs!" "Well, you used more than me, on me, if I recall correctly. Now." She said throwing back the covers, "Come over here and lick my pussy." "What happens when you mother comes back in?" "When she sees how good you are at it she'll probably want hers licking too!" Sarah said giggling loudly. "Well I'm getting up." Tom told her. "No you're not!" She exclaimed, "Not until I've given you a blow job." "I can't," Tom pleaded, "not with your parents downstairs." "Do you imagine, that they think we don't have sex?" Sarah exclaimed. They're not Victorians you know, they used to go on stage in next to nothing and get pretty intimate with each other. They didn't object when I entered that wet-tee shirt competition, so I imagine they know that you have done "things" to me. However they would probably draw the line at you stripping me naked in a club and spraying me and my best dress with cum!" "It was your idea!" protested Tom. "Who do you think they'll believe? Their darling daughter who has never before brought a man home, or an oaf who comes into their house and steals all the eggs?" She was hooting with laughter at this point. He pounced on her which made her squeal even more. To tease him to the max, she called out, "Stop it Tom! You'll make me wet myself!" Eventually, the pair of them went down for breakfast in bath robes, sniggering like naughty teenagers. "Tell me dear," her mother asked, "Did you have a nice relaxing time in Portugal? You don't look very brown." "Very nice, thanks Mum," Sarah replied, "we didn't actually spend much time on the beach, but we certainly saw some sights. Some girls out there don't seem to wear much at all at any time" Tom choked on his toast. "There was one girl there with her boyfriend, - she was from England, who we never saw wear any knickers at all, - everybody could tell! She rode one of those mechanical bull things wearing just a sarong, which came off because her boyfriend had tipped the operator to give her a rough ride. Tom spent an awful lot of time ogling her." Tom was having trouble breathing by now. "Really dear?" Her mother was looking puzzled. "Oh Don't worry Mum, I was just as fascinated to see how far her boyfriend would push her to reveal all her wobbly bits. I think he saw it as a bit of a challenge and she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself." "I see." "There was one time when they were in a club and he quite literally ripped her clothes off!" "Oh Dear!" "Then he left her to walk up the brightly lit street in the remains of her dress." "He sounds horrible!" "I thought he was quite sweet – and sexy of course, which I suppose is why his girlfriend let him do the things that he did to her." Tom excused himself from the table at this point. Sarah came into the bedroom having finished her breakfast. He was fully dressed. "What did you do that for?" Tom demanded. "You virtually told them it was me!" "They don't think that at all!" Sarah protested, "It's just you and your guilty conscience!" "I'll call a taxi and go back to the flat. When are you planning to come over?" Tom asked. "I thought it was you who wanted to "cum over" me!" she hooted. He was getting a bit annoyed now and said, "I have never done anything to you that you haven't wanted me to do." "Oh I know that!" Sarah said, then giggling again, "If you could do it all over again, would you do it all over me?" "Come here." He said. He undid her robe and held her in his arms, he looked at her body and eased the robe off her shoulders so she was naked. He led her to the window which overlooked the back garden. Her father was doing a bit of hoeing amongst his vegetables. He stood her in front of the window, facing outwards. He stood behind her. He cupped one of her breasts with one hand and rubbed her pubes with the other. Her head fell back on to his shoulder and she adopted a dream like expression on her face. "Do it to me Tom," She whispered, "Make me cum in front to the window." "Your Father might see." "I know, that's what makes it so exciting, the risk........ Oh Tom...." Her legs opened a fraction and his fingers found her clitoris soon she was riding his hand like a penis inside her. She was just about at the point of ecstasy when Tom suddenly stopped. "What.......?" She was confused. "You can have the rest when you come over to my flat this afternoon." He told her. "Bastard!" But she was too near to stop so she threw herself on the bed and plunged her own hand into the slit that so recently had been occupied by his fingers. He watched her masturbating and the sight was so erotic that he became aroused himself. He lay on the bed beside her and looked at her having a big orgasm. When she had finished he leant across to caress her breasts. "Get off me you bastard!" she snarled at him. "I'll get my own back on you for what you have just done to me!" Tom's taxi arrived and as he loaded his bags into the car, Sarah came out dressed in her robe again. She teased him by giving a quick flash of her breasts before covering herself up and stepping just out of reach. "I'll come over about two this afternoon and we can discuss what we are going to do." She told him, he nodded. As they kissed, Tom reached out and pulled the belt from her robe. he stepped quickly into the car. As it drove away, he threw it out of the window a few yards up the road. "Bastard!" she said under her breath as she went to retrieve the belt, but she was smiling as she did so. Sarah turned up at Tom's flat in the afternoon as promised. She had no bag with her. They settled down with a coffee to discuss the details of her moving in with him. She would of course continue to work at the dry-cleaning shop, but her wages were such that she could not contribute a substantial amount towards the cost of the flat. "That's OK," Tom told her, "I was not expecting you to make a contribution anyway." "I will not live here, unless you let me pay something towards the rent." She told him firmly. "I would feel like a kept woman. I want to move in because I think we would both enjoy it, I want it to be a partnership. If either of us feels that we do not meet that criteria, I will move out." "God! You haven't moved in yet and already you're talking about moving out!" "Just covering the basics. Now, what rent money can I contribute?" "Why don't you pay into an account that we can use for anything, groceries, sexy clothes for you, trips to the cinema, skimpy clothes for you, day trips, outrageous clothes for you etc.," Sarah laughed at his list, he continued, "whilst I continue to cover the basic cost of the place. You know that it is rented by my dad's business, so the outgoings are just day to day stuff. OK?" She nodded and said "I'll pay in what I give Mum and Dad now towards my living costs. It's not much because they subsidise my costs, I know that." "I'll set up a separate account for you and it will always be your money, from which you can draw for anything." He suggested, "Which will include the things I've suggested already. Especially the clothes!" "We'll share the chores AND the cooking," She said, "But I am not moving in here as your unpaid housekeeper." "How about sex slave?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye. "That's negotiable on a two way basis." She offered, "Now I have to go and tell my parents, so I require you to escort me to the lift, naked." "You want to go to the lift naked?" He asked with wide grin, "That's perfectly acceptable to me." "Not me you berk!" she gasped, "You, you're the one who is going to be naked!" "Stay long enough to give me a blow job." He pleaded. "Get undressed, and I'll consider it." She instructed him. He stripped right there and then, He took her in his arms and she moved them over to the big picture window and knelt down in front of him. A little while late, he was nearing the point of no return when she suddenly pulled his penis out of her mouth, stood up and patted his cheek and said. "That's all for now, I've got to go. See you later!" She skipped out of the flat leaving him with an enormous hard on, which he had to wank to a finish. "Little bitch" he thought, but smiling broadly. Later that evening, Sarah changed for dinner into a loose button through sundress, which hung low below her armpits and had a mid calf hem. The buttons from her waist down were mostly undone, as were three of the six above her waist. It was her only garment, she even had bare feet. They talked about the holiday and other more mundane matters, until she said, "Tom has asked me to move in with him." Her father said, "I assume because you have told us that, you have agreed to do so." "Broadly, yes." She said, "I love living here with you, but I think Tom and I have a future together, at least for a while, and I want to give it a try. Please don't be offended, I love you and I always will, but I want to give it a go." "Does he have a nice house?" her mother asked. "Mmm," Sarah said between mouthfuls of food, shaking her head, "A flat in the Old Warehouse development. On the eighth floor." "Classy" Mused her father, tilting his head. "Will you be happy in a flat? He Mother asked, "You know how you like to sit in the garden in the summer." "Mum. I'm only across town, I hope I can still come and sit in the garden sometimes." "Sweetheart, there will always be a place for you here if you want it." He dad said somewhat gruffly clearing his throat, perhaps covering his emotion. Sarah, close to tears, herself, managed to say softly "Thank you dad." They had finished their meal, so Sarah began clearing the table. During one of her trips to the kitchen, her father said to her mother, "well, it had to come sometime." Her mother added "She's so young." "She's no younger than you were when you ran away with me to go on the stage." He told her. "We didn't run away, our parents approved." "Are you suggesting, we should forbid her to move in with this man?" he asked her, "Because if we do, I fear we shall lose touch with her, very quickly." "No, I am not, although I worry about her. Have you noticed she appears to be wearing very little under her dress?" He smiled, "She reminds me of you at her age in so many ways." She had to smile too. "You made me do some outrageous things sometimes." "Made?" "Well encouraged, then." She admitted, "However, I wouldn't change our lives, - we did have some fun, didn't we?" "Perhaps, love, it is time we let her have her time then." He said. With tears in her eyes, she nodded, "Yes, I think perhaps it is." They were sitting holding hands with tears in their eyes when Sarah re-entered the room. She knelt by them, "Mum, Dad, please be happy for me!" she pleaded. "We are dear." Her mother said quietly, "We knew you would meet someone one day, we just hope that he is good to you, and you remain happy, that's all anyone can ask." "I would like to have a talk with this young man of yours, Tom, that's his name isn't it?" Her father told her. "Yes it is," Sarah answered, "What about?" "About how he should treat you." Sarah immediately thought of Tom pouring stuff over her, or undressing her, or both. "He treats me very well Dad." She told him. "Well you say that," He replied, "But since you've been going with him, we've noticed certain things about you have changed, and I want to make sure they're for the better." "What things?" "Well, we've noticed that you are wearing less a lot of the time......." "Daaaad!" Sarah interrupted him "Don't get the wrong idea, Sarah, I have no objection to you wearing what you wish. Your Mother and I often wore very little as you know, when we were on stage. I just want to make sure that you are wearing the clothes that you want to wear and not those being imposed on you by this young man of yours. "Tell me Dad, did you and Mum ever take your on-stage activities out of the theatre?" He smiled. "Yes, my dear we did, some times outrageously so, but it was mutually satisfying when we did. I never forced or cajoled your mother to do anything that that she did not enjoy or found exciting." "I wondered where I got it from." Sarah mumbled. "You thought I didn't see you in the window this morning, but I did and it surprised me." "Dad I can explain......" "Sarah don't interrupt!" he said briskly and then laughed, "It surprised when I thought how long it was since your mother and I did something similar! Come here, my sweet and give me a hug." They hugged. "If this young man is the man you really want, then go with him, enjoy things with him, have fun with him, take risks with him, be excited by him and the things you do together. You will not find us criticising you, but remember this." He held her at arm's length and looked into her eyes. "Remember this Sarah, if it does not work out, you can always come home without recriminations, Just you remember that!" "Thanks Dad." She hugged him, "thanks Mum," both women were in tears and her father seemed to have something in his eye. "Go to him Sarah," her Mother said, "Go to him right now, as you are and tell him to come to dinner tomorrow to have a proper talk with your Father." "Jim," she said turning to her husband, "take her in the car and drop her at the door of the building." "Come on my love," he said taking her hand. Tom opened the door to his flat to find Sarah standing there in floods of tears. "Sarah! What's happened? Were they awful?" "No Tom, they were brilliant, really brilliant!" she said as she cried on his shoulder. He then noticed her state of dress. "You went through with it, didn't you? Naked under your dress when you told them, as I suggested, Darling I love you!" He steered her into the lounge area and they plopped down on to the settee and made love. It was eleven in the evening when she decided she would have to go home as she was due at work the next day. Tom drove her back in his small 4 x 4 and dropped her at her gate. "Thank you Tom for everything, don't forget diner at eight tomorrow night." A quick kiss and she was gone. Sarah was having the day from hell at work. Everything seemed to be going wrong. The dry-cleaning machine was playing up, it twice stopped in mid cycle. A particularly awkward customer had kept her at the counter for about twenty minutes. Would she would be glad when it was lunchtime? Not half! When lunchtime came, she was too knackered to do anything but sit in the back room with a coffee and some sandwiches. She was flaked out on the old sofa in the staff room, when Fred came in. Sarah, there's a customer who insists on speaking to you. I won't do apparently, come through to the shop will you?" She sighed and dragged herself off the sofa and trudged back into the shop. There was person in the shop, a pimply youth, who was standing unnervingly close to the high counter. "Are you Sarah Wilson?" he asked. "Yes." "Tara!" he exclaimed and produced a big bouquet of flowers from under his coat. She was taken aback and clearly not understanding. "Their from Mr Ward," he said "I work in his office." "Tom? Of course!" she said. "Oh thank him so much!" Then, after a moment's thought. "Will you deliver something to him for me? But it has to be given to him as I give it to you." "Yes of course" "Promise, exactly as I give it to you?" "Promise." She leaned over the counter and kissed him directly on the lips. The kid looked delighted then the realisation of what he had committed to do hit him. "Out!" she pointed at the door "And don't forget, exactly as I gave it to you. Go on! Before I chase you out of the shop!" About half an hour later the shop phone rang. It was Tom. "Sarah, What have you done? I'm the talk of the office now because that oily kid came into the office and kissed me in front of all the girls!" Sarah laughed out loud. "You should have delivered the flowers yourself then!" She told him. "I'll speak to you tonight!" Tom said and rang off. Oh dear thought Sarah and laughed out loud again. Fred had seen the whole thing and suddenly she was quite cheered up for the rest of the day. Tom arrived at the Wilson's house at quarter to eight. The door was opened by Sarah's mother. "Good evening Tom, Sarah is just getting dressed. Harold! Tom is here, go through Tom." She indicated the door to the lounge. He walked through and she followed, "drink?" "I'll wait, thanks." Tom answered. The sideboard in the room had a large bouquet of flowers on display in expensive looking vase. "The flowers you sent were nice." Mrs Wilson observed. "Yes I must have a word with Sarah about her thank you for them." Tom said wryly. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 05 "Oh, didn't she send a message of thanks? That's very unlike her." She said. "Oh she sent a thank you all right. It was the form of that I was surprised by." Sarah's mother let that pass, as the girl herself put in an appearance. - Boy what an appearance! She was dressed in the most revealing dress, but it was classy and certainly not cheap. It was essentially a body stocking, with some appliqué hiding her nipples, but only just. It also had a tiny tulle skirt. He was amazed that she would wear such a thing in front of her mother. "Hi Tom," she kissed him lightly on the cheek, "Dad wants to see you, he's in the conservatory, shall I take you through?" She led the way and said, "Dad, Tom is here." Then turning to Tom she said, "I see you in a few minutes." Then as she slipped past him "assuming you survive!" "Sit down Tom," Mr Wilson indicated a bamboo chair similar to the one he was sitting in. "Now I understand that you and Sarah have plans to move in together." "Yes sir." "Right, that girl is very dear to her mother and I, and I hope that you will take good care of her." Tom opened his mouth to speak, but stop at the signal of a hand being held up. "I further understand that you have been encouraging her to go out semi naked." Tom slumped back in his chair, He didn't like the way this interview was going. "Now we are both men of the world and we know what can happen to girls in less than adequate clothing, unless they are cared for in the strongest possible sense. Get my meaning? Good! Now as far as I am concerned, if you take Sarah under your roof, you are undertaking the obligation to take the very best care of her. Do you understand that?" "I do sir," Tom began, "Since I met I Sarah, I have become very fond of her and would not see any harm coming to her, which was within my capacity to prevent." "That sounds a bit mealy mouthed young man." Mr Wilson ventured. "I had hoped that you would fully commit to looking after my daughter." "Perhaps my choice of language was wrong sir, I have never felt so much for girl in my life as I do for Sarah, she knows that and trusts me. Together we will survive anything that life throws at us." "That maybe what you think young man and I hope that that it turns out to be true. However I have to tell you that Sarah knows that the instant she feels unsafe with you, of feels that your relationship is not going anywhere, she can come back here and be welcomed with open arms." "I respect that sir," Tom replied, "And I have given her the assurance that even should our relationship not work out, I will personally deliver her here myself." "That is all I ask, then shall we go through for dinner?" They both stood and shook hands, there was an understanding between them, both thinking that they would get on in the future. Dinner was great as far as Tom was concerned. Although he was surprised to find that the table was glass topped and originated in the 1960's. The mystery of the revealing dress was solved when Sarah's Mum told Tom that it was one of her costumes from when she and her husband did a dancing act. "It was probably a bit racy for the times," she said, "But we got a lot of bookings because of the costumes that we wore." She looked directly at Tom and said "Sex sells, it always did." Tom took another look at the dress. Sarah stood up and said "Look Tom the skirt is detachable." She gave it a quick flick and the skirt was in her hand. She was wearing no panties and only the slightly opaque nature of the body stocking prevented her pussy from being shown. Sarah's mother laughed, "We used to make believe that the skirt coming off was an accident, but bravely we carried on with the dance in the fine tradition of the show must go on. In fact it was all part of the act. All the patrons ever really saw was a bit of my bum, we arranged the lights that way. We can see a lot more of Sarah here than they could see of me." They all looked at Sarah a second time, who did a twirl in front of a lamp on a low table. She might as well have been naked. She didn't seem to be uncomfortable in this state in front of her parents. "Aren't the flowers lovely Mum?" Before she could answer, Tom said he needed to speak to Sarah about her "thank you" for them. "Why, what happened? Sarah's Mother asked. "I sent some flowers over the Sarah's shop," Tom began, "because I thought she might be feeling a bit low on her first day back from holiday. I bought them, but didn't have time to take them over myself, because I called into a meeting. So I sent them with my colleague's new office junior." He continued, "That was fine and good. I saw him come back and speak to my colleague, who smiled and pointed towards me. He looked at her and she nodded and waved him over to my corner of the office. He came up to me and kissed me full on the mouth in front of the whole office! The girls all stood there laughing their socks off. I later found out that he had asked my colleague Jessica what he should do. She told him to always do as the customer, in this case, Sarah, said he should do. She apparently said he had been given a task and should carry it out. So he did! I reckon he's as queer as a nine dollar note!" By this time all around the table were chuckling away at the tale. Sarah said, "You have no idea just how much those flowers cheered me up. I just wanted to let you know that I loved them. If you had delivered them yourself, you would have got the kiss first, instead of second hand. As it was, you got your kiss, I got my flowers and the boy got two kisses." "Hmmph!" exclaimed Tom, "I'm not sure which one he enjoyed the most!" After dinner, Sarah and Tom sat in the conservatory. "Did Dad give you a hard time?" she asked. "Not really, although he did convince me that he loves you very much, but more than that he trusts you. I think it will be a while before he trusts me. Do you trust me Sarah?" "Not always," She admitted, "But that's what makes it fun." Then, changing the subject, "Will you stay tonight?" "Do you want me to stay?" "Of course! Not only because I need to get shagged, I have something to tell you which might inspire you to do a good job." "You are all the inspiration I need to make love to you." He told her. "Nonetheless," She replied, "providing you agree, next Saturday evening, Mina and I will do a Mujra for you at your flat, but she'll have to stay the night. In fact she will do two, a proper one and then we'll do a sexy one." "Deal!" Tom said immediately, She can have the spare room." "You don't understand Tom," Sarah said quietly, "She and I will sleep together, but we might allow you a corner of the bed if you are very good." "Good? I'll be really wicked!" Tom answered. "I like the sound of that," Sarah told him with a smirk"By the way, I phoned Gemma, the girl on the plane. She wants to meet us. She has to work out her shifts, she's got my mobile number, but she sounds fun!" "How?" She wagged her finger at him, "You'll just have to wait and see!" Sarah's Mother came into the room, "We're going to bed now, Your father has to go to Ipswich tomorrow so early start for him. G'night to you both." "'Night Mum" "Good Night Mrs Wilson." "Call me Helen, Tom." "er OK er Helen, 'night." Helen disappeared upstairs. "Your parents are really something aren't they?" said Tom. "I mean they are very open about what they did in the past." "I know, they were telling me earlier about the various acts they did, I extracted from Mum that they didn't always restrict their near nudity to the stage!" Sarah confided, "In fact she has actually given me some ideas." "What sort of ideas?" "Not so fast mister!" Sarah said jokingly, "I want to keep a few tricks up my sleeve for later, when you run out of ideas." "Me? Out of ideas? With you around? – Never!" She allowed him to strip her completely in the lit glass conservatory, leaving the costume on one of the chairs for her mother to find it in the morning. "It's a pity I'm not wearing panties," She said, "We could have left them draped over the lampshade!" "That's a good idea!" Tom whispered as he carried her towards the stairs. "I think you should start them wearing all the time and then we can leave them in compromising places." "Or hand them to waitresses as we leave restaurants!" She added. "Or have them on the table whilst we are having our meal." He suggested. "Together with a torn bra!" she laughed. Suddenly she said, "Put me down." He did so and she took him by the hand and led him outside to the passage between her house and the one next door. She stood naked against the wall in the moonlight, clearly visible from the street if anyone cared to look. "Fuck me." She said. The next day Tom left early, before Sarah was up, as he had to go to his flat before going on to the office. When Sarah arrived downstairs in her bath robe, her father had left and her mother was folding the garment Sarah had worn the night before. "I see you got undressed downstairs last night." Her mother said, without any indication of either approval or rancour. "Mmm." Sarah acknowledged. "We didn't hear you." "You wouldn't have done," Sarah told her, "We were outside in the alley." A somewhat dreamy look came into her mother's eyes, "I always thought sex in the open air was more exciting." "Did you do it outside a lot?" Sarah asked. Her mother laughed, "whenever we got the chance, and sometimes when we hadn't!" "Did you ever get caught?" "Many times." "Mum!" "What's the matter? Sarah? Do you think your generation invented exciting sex?" "No but....." Sarah paused. "What would you do if someone caught you?" "Mostly we'd stop, but sometimes we'd carry on." She thought for a while, and mused "It was often more stimulating if we didn't stop." Sarah was shocked. The thought of her parents putting on an exhibition like that was... well....well she didn't know what it was but it was certainly a surprise. "So you wouldn't be shocked if I told you, Tom and I had had sex with another couple in the room?" "I would think it perfectly natural. Did you swap?" Sarah nodded meekly. "Did you have sex with the other girl?" "Yes." "Did the men have sex together too?" "Mum, that's just too gross!" "Why should you think that? Do you not think homosexuality has been going on for centuries? "Yes, but two men together, Ugh!" "More so than two women?" "Yes I suppose. We did it because whilst we enjoyed our sex, the men liked watching us." "So you put on a spectacle for the men." "I suppose, but the primary objective was that we should enjoy it." "And you did." "Certainly." "Have you any plans to do it again?" "Mum!" "Sarah. Why should you be coy about it? You've just told me that all involved enjoyed the experience, both those participating and those observing, no one got hurt. I cannot see that in those circumstances, you have any other plans but to try it again. Am I right?" "Yes. But I don't know why I am telling you all this." "I hope we can always be honest with each other dear." "Yeah, I see that." "All those tales about that girl whose boyfriend exposed her in public whilst you were in the Algarve, that girl was you wasn't it Sarah?" Sarah was very quiet. "Sarah?" her mother questioned her. "Yes." She almost whispered. "Now we're getting to the truth!" Her mother exclaimed triumphantly. "In fact Sarah, you are an exhibitionist." She put up her hand to stop any protest from her daughter. "I recognise the signs, because, your father and I have also been so in the past." "I didn't know." Sarah said. "You must have guessed, surely," her mother told her, "When you saw the costumes." "I just thought...." "That it was all for the stage? Well I suppose you have to be an exhibitionist of some sort to get up on the stage in the first place. But your father and I got some gratification out of making the costumes more and more revealing. It is more difficult for the man, but I, on the other hand could get away with much more..... God! Is that the time? You should be at work! I'll phone Fred and tell him you're on your way. I've enjoyed our little talk, and I hope that you never feel the need to hide things from us in the future." "You not going to tell Dad!" Sarah was horrified. "Of course I shall tell your father, we share everything, that's how our marriage has worked. He guessed anyway, he's not as daft and doddery as you might think. Now! Go and get ready for work, whilst I placate Fred! Go on. Be off with you! Sarah arrived almost an hour late at the shop. Fred was a bit stern with her, but he soon forgave her. She was a good employee, reliable (usually), keen and great with the customers. She wasn't bad to look at either. Just the two of them ran the shop, she was a trusted key holder, he hoped that her new boyfriend would not take her away from him. In a quiet moment, Sarah rang Tom's office and spoke to his secretary, asking her to pass on the message to ring her back when he could. "OK Sarah, I'll tell him, or should I send young Andy down to take a message for you?" She laughed and added, "We all thought it was hilarious, it is a pity you missed it." Sarah smiled down the phone, "I must admit when Tom told us at the weekend, my parents found it funny too." The week went very quickly as Sarah and Tom spent most evenings moving some of her stuff into the flat and sorting out her share of the storage space. "Is Mina still coming Saturday?" Tom asked trying to sound casual. "Of course," Sarah replied, "but in view of her efforts, I thought we should offer to take her out to dinner beforehand. Do you agree?" He did and made a booking at a nice restaurant within walking distance. When that was done, Sarah said, "Mina will come here first to drop off her stuff, then we can all go out together, Ok?" OK? He couldn't wait! On the Friday, evening when things were pretty well settled, she sat down and told him about her conversation with her mother. "Oh God!" Tom thought, "They must think I'm taking advantage of her." He told Sarah what he was thinking. "If that's what they think, then I agree with them." She said, "You are taking advantage of me. But it's mutual, I am taking advantage of being with a wonderful man who excites me and puts me in situations that I find excruciatingly erotic. - Just what I have been hoping for over the years. You on the other hand have the advantage of being with a pliant, foxy lady who will let you do almost anything to her whenever and wherever you wish. Now you just try and tell me that you are not exploiting that opportunity." "Come my little foxy wench and let me show you what exploiting an opportunity really means!" He stripped her, stood her against the floor to ceiling windows and fucked the daylights out of her. She was suitably grateful. Saturday came and late in the afternoon Mina came into the shop and had a whispered conversation with Sarah, which was punctuated with fits of giggles. She stayed until the shop closed and walked with Sarah to Tom's flat. When they got there, they found that he had not been idle and had set up some lights against big windows of the lounge to light the dance area, there were also a couple of lights low down in the corners to help provide additional lighting. They had a quick snack as they we all peckish, but not enough to spoil their appetites. "Right." Sarah said, "Mina and I have to get ready to go out, we claim exclusive use of the bathroom and the big bedroom for the next two hours." "Two hours!" Tom exclaimed, "Our table is booked for eight o'clock!" Sarah looked at her watch, "all right then an hour and a half, but don't blame me if I look a mess when we go out!" "Gertcha!" Tom called after them as they disappeared in to the bedroom. Soon he could hear strains of Asian music coming from the CD player in there. Precisely an hour and a quarter later (he was timing them), the bedroom door opened a tiny bit, "Tom are you ready?" "Yes! I've been ready for the last hour!" The door opened and Mina came out. She was dressed in a bright red sari with a white halter top underneath. Both were decorated in beading and sequins, she had a headdress, which to his untutored eye looked like a necklace woven into her long dark hair, which itself hung down her back in a long thick plait. Her midriff was bare and the skirt section of the sari clung precariously to her body somewhat below her hips. The way her sari was folded revealed one leg to a little above one knee. It fell across her legs to just above her other ankle. On her feet were some highly decorated flat slippers her make up was superb. She looked exquisite. Mina bowed to Tom and said "May I present, our hostess for this evening, Miss Sarah Wilson." She drew her hand in a wide circle to indicate the bedroom door. Sarah appeared in the doorway. She too was wearing a sari, hers was a very pale green, almost white. She too had a white halter top underneath, both carried sequin decoration and her short blonde hair was decorated with beads and a small headdress. Her sari was folded similarly to Mina's although hers was lower slung at the "waist" (actually nearer the top of her thighs), It also revealed a fair proportion of her leg on one side, indeed, the depth from the top of the skirt to the top of the opening at her thigh was only about nine inches. She had decorated slippers on her feet too. Tom was dumbstruck, "You look fabulous – both of you. Mina you have done a fine job dressing Sarah – beautiful" Mina laughed. "You say that now, but the way Sarah has insisted I tie her sari, I can give no guarantees that it will actually stay on!" Sarah's eye shone brightly as she looked straight at Tom. The girls put on coats against the evening chill as they walked along the wet streets (it had been raining) to the restaurant. They gave up their coats at the door and made quite an entrance as they went into the bar. They stood by the bar awaiting attention from the barman, it wasn't long in coming. They then took their places on easy chairs until their table was being announced as ready. Sarah provocatively crossed her legs and expose a lot more thigh. Mina gave her a dig in the ribs for that. Dinner was great, Tom was on top form, keeping the ladies amused and their laughter tinkled around the room to the amusement of other diners. Nobody was giving them black looks and a good atmosphere reigned. " Now Tom," Sarah began, "Mina is going to give a special performance of a proper Mujra lasting above five minutes. Depending on how you like that, she may do another one before we do one together which might be termed less traditional. How does that sound?" "Exquisite." They settled back to enjoy the meal, finishing off with liqueurs, which on top of the wine, meant that they were well equipped to have a really good evening. At the end of the meal, they didn't rush and were virtually escorted out of the restaurant by the guy who wanted to lock up. They ambled along the short distance back to the flat arm in arm and in fine spirits. When they reached the flat, they established Tom in a settee facing the "stage" which was a cleared area in front of the uncurtained windows which looked out over the traffic on the major junction which was below. The lights duly switched on, Mina started the music and entered from stage left. A slow sonorous tune began as Mina moved her body sinuously in time with the beat. This got a little faster as time went and Mina introduced some belly dance hip shaking moves into her dance. The way she moved made it look as though the sari would depart from her hips, but in fact it stayed put. A woman's voice started singing and Mina mimed to the words. Tom had no idea what the woman was singing but by the way that Mina was smoothing her hands over her breasts and arms, made it plain that the song was all about a tease and an offering of her body to the person she was dancing for. At the end of the dance the tempo was quite hectic and it culminated it Mina throwing herself on the floor at Tom's feet. Tom and Sarah applauded vigorously and Tom stood to offer a hand to Mina as she got up from the floor. Mina's hand felt small and delicate in his and quite hot. "Would you like to see another?" Mina asked as he helped her to her feet. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 05 "Most certainly." Tom said, "but you must, have rest first. I was mesmerised." Mina smiled her thanks, "It's ok I have to change for the next one any way, that will give me a rest. The professional dancers would have to keep going all night, not stop after one five minute dance, but I am both a bit out of practice and condition." "You look fine to me." Tom told her kissing her hand. "No kissing until I get involved!" Sarah called from the other side of the room, she was laughing. Mina disappeared into the bedroom quickly followed by Sarah, who reappeared shortly afterwards and began adjusting the lights. As she stooped down to the floor lights, her sari slid off her leg. She noticed, looked down at her own exposed thigh, cast a glance at Tom and smiled. Mina came out of the bedroom. She was dressed in Salwar Kameez. The Salwar a heavy blue brocade material and was almost like a tabard with very short sleeves in that it was mid thigh length, but split up the sides to just above her waist. It was zipped up the back and quite low cut at the front. The Kameez were draw string trousers in a grey silk, very full at the top and quite narrow at the ankles. "Have a drink before you start again." Tom suggested. Mina took good long swig at his cool lager. "Thank you." She said. Tom nodded graciously as he felt an Indian sheik would have done. Mina nodded to Sarah who started the music. This was much more lively start and Mina bent over several times to display her cleavage, before spinning round furiously which sent the tails of her salwar flying out revealing her midriff. After a couple of minutes of this Mina's salwar seemed more open at the top as it slid sideways towards her shoulders. As she turned Tom noticed that the zip was coming undone on her salwar. This accounted for the exposure of her shoulders. At one point, one side slide off her shoulder which she left for a few seconds before pulling it back up and carrying on. Soon it had come undone enough to allow both shoulders to exposed at the same time. She was wearing a red bra underneath, whose shoulder straps began to behave in a similar fashion to her salwar. Now when she bent forward, her full breasts and substantial cleavage could be admired. He though this was great. It was then that he noticed that the drawstring of her kameez was working it's way inexorably downwards. It was substantially below her waist now and seemingly hanging by sheer luck to her hips. Tom contemplated the possibility of her losing her trousers with some glee and expectation. However before that could happen the music seemed to be coming to an end, but not before Mina's salwar and bra straps descended to her elbows. Her breasts all but came out of the cups of her bra, but not quite! The music had ended. "Bugger!" thought Tom. Mina stood and took the applause of the other two. "Which dance did you prefer?" Mina asked him. "Oh! Come on! Mina." Sara interjected, "Men are so predictable. I can guarantee that Tom liked the second one the best." "Tom?" Mina stood there with her bra straps and her salwar halfway down her arms. "The first one.........." He began. "Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire!" chanted Sarah laughing. Then she said "I think we ought to give Mina a rest now, don't you?" Tom agreed and Mina sat alongside him on the settee, her salwar and her bra straps now pulled loosely back up to her shoulders, but actually not quite in place.... Sarah stood in front of them and announced that she would now give a solo performance. As she got herself ready, Mina took one of Tom's hands in both of hers and said, "I've so enjoyed this evening, thank you so much for setting it up." He threw his hands in the air, "Nothing to do with me, all Sarah's doing." "Oh!" She looked surprised, then as the music started, she said "I'll talk to you later." Sarah was dancing in her sari, she had lowered the lights and was now dancing with a lot of light behind her, although she was still, lit from the front, albeit somewhat dimly. It was very atmospheric as slow dance music began. Sarah was moving her hips from side to side, in a wave like form which started at her feet and finished at her head with her hair flying, such as it would, being short from side to side. This dance had a more Arabian feel to it and was much slower than either of the other dances Tom had seen that night. "She's good!" Mina whispered, leaning over to his shoulders in order that he might hear. "Yes". Tom murmured, "I think she's wonderful." "Sexy too." Mina offered, still with her cheek on his shoulder. "Yes, very sexy." Tom had to agree. He wasn't sure what was going on here, was Mina making a pass at him, or was she just being friendly? Whilst he was enjoying the close contact, he was not entirely comfortable with Mina in effect cuddling up to him whilst his girlfriend and her best friend was dancing for their entertainment. He was about to say something when things suddenly got a lot worse for him, when Mina, Put her fingers to his lips and said "Sssshh. Don't say anymore, let's just watch the dance. When Mina took her hand away from his mouth, it landed on his thigh. He jumped physically, because he had been watching Sarah's sari slowly coming undone. She was holding a handful of material at her groin and more of her hips, thighs and legs generally were coming into view. The part was still thrown over her shoulder, but her halter top had gone, when had she taken that off? He hadn't noticed. He was aware that he was getting an erection and if she didn't move her hand pretty quickly, Mina would soon feel it through his trousers! He and Mina sat on the settee watching Sarah who was by now slowing rubbing her groin with her handful of silk. The wrap over her shoulders was showing signs of slipping forward off her body, and knowing that she was naked under wrap was having a profound effect on Tom's erectile function, - it proved it was working. Inevitably, the hard prick touched the point where Mina's hand was out side the cloth of his trousers. She took it into her hand through the material. "Shhhhhhhh." She whispered in his ear. He was immensely grateful for the fact that the lights had been dimmed. Mina was simply holding his prick in her tiny delicate hand and doing nothing more, but he felt that if things continued as they were doing, he would soon be shooting his load into his pants. Suddenly, Sarah dropped the sari and was dancing in the nude and creeping closer to those on the settee. the music faded away and she stopped not two feet away from where her friend was holding Tom' penis firmly in her little hand. "Any good?" Sarah asked in the silence, quietly and perhaps a little sadly.. "Oh god!" He thought, "We didn't applaud, we didn't fucking applaud! He was just thinking what to say, when he heard Mina say "It was perfect, just perfect, he's nicely hard now." She laughed and Sarah did too. "I hope he didn't cum in his pants." "I don't know." Mina said giggling, "Shall I have a look?" He realised he'd been set up beautifully. It only worked because he didn't know Mina very well and didn't want to upset her or do anything to harm her relationship with Sarah. He'd been well and truly stuffed and he had to admire the way they'd done it, he's had no idea. What a berk! Suddenly Sarah was on him, laughing and kissing him. "Sorry Tom we couldn't resist it, you were so taken in by it we had to see how far it went." Mina was still sitting with her breasts just about, (but not quite) spilling out of her bra and salwar. "Shall we do the other thing?" she asked Sarah. "Why not?" Sarah appeared to agree. She stood up with the rolls of fabric with formed her sari, "Will you do the honours?" Mina stood up , pulled her bra straps and salwar back into place and proceeded to wrap Sarah back into her sari. "A bit lower, lower than we had it before, Sarah was saying, "Show a bit more leg, go on a lot more that THAT!" "But it might come undone." Mina protested. "So what?" Sarah demanded, "I know you're going to have it off me later anyway when you lick my pussy." "Sarah!" Mina cast an awkward glance a Tom, slightly embarrassed. "Where did you two first meet?" Tom asked them. "At school, we were in the same class." Mina, "we hit it off immediately and have been friends ever since." "We know every inch of each other's body." Sarah announced with typical forthrightness. "We started fooling around like teenage girls do and soon we were in bed together." "Oh, when did that start?" Tom was getting interested. "When we were at school. It started with tickling each other, and ended in kissing each other." Sarah said. "Ended?" Tom queried. "Well not ended, it hasn't really ended has it Meen? Although we haven't actually got together like this for a few months now. When we were at school we used to dare each other to do things." "Sarah was always braver than me," admitted Mina. "You were a woos, a scaredycat." Sarah accused her. "Only sometimes." "Yeah! Only the sometimes when there was risk of getting caught." "Take tonight for example," Mina was addressing Tom, "did you know that apart from the halter top, she was naked under her not very secure, sari in the restaurant." "No, I didn't," admitted Tom, "but it doesn't surprise me. If I had have known I would have encouraged her to show me." "The bravest thing I did at school was leave off my bra in double geography." Mina told him, "Whereas little Miss No Knickers here would take hers off during class!" "What? Her knickers?" Tom asked, amused. "Both her bra and knickers, in class full of boys!" Mina was chuckling now too. "And one day she deliberately left her gym knickers at home and had to do the class in a pair of white lacy ones. She got all wet and everyone noticed. Talk about camel toe! It was very embarrassing!" "I wasn't embarrassed, there were no boys in that class." Sarah explained "No but they were looking through the windows! They were watching me in my blue knickers!" "I bet they weren't! Sarah said roaring with laughter. "Anyway are we going to do this dance?" "Yes." "We can use the portable CD player from the bedroom." Suggested Sarah. Tom looked perplexed. Sarah looked at him, "You know that dance I did for you in Portugal?" He nodded. Mina and I are going to do similar as a duo in your big double shower." Tom's face lit up. The girls started the shower, which had two heads as well as side jets, running gently, switched on the music and walked into the flow of water. They didn't get completely soaked straight away, because the flow was so gentle, but Sarah's sari was going see-through. It wasn't long before they turned up the water and got wetter. The weight of Mina's salwar meant that she had to keep hauling in back up on to her shoulders. They were both soaked to the skin now and Sarah's nipples were showing through the flimsy material. The sari also clung wetly to her thighs. Further into the dance, Sarah flung off the wrap which went over her shoulder and it dropped down behind her. She wiggled her finger at Tom in a "come here" fashion. He went and stood under the water, fully clothed next to Sarah. She turned to face Mina and pushed her arse out towards Tom. As Tom pushed his groin against Sarah she bent forward and put her hands on Mina's shoulders for support. At least that's what Mina thought. But Sara, gripped the top of her friend's salwar and pulled the lot, bra as well down to her waist. She took one of Mina's nipples into her mouth which stifled any complaint from Mina, which might have been coming. Tom was caressing Sarah's breasts as they hung down from her body dripping water. Meanwhile, Sarah having establish that Mina no longer objected to being topless in the presence of Tom, albeit that he could see her very well and certainly not touch her, removed her friends salwar completely together with her bra. This left both women topless and soaking wet. Tom, behind Sarah began working the rest of her sari over her hips and off down her drenched thighs. Taking her lead from this, Mina found her kameez being pushed off her hips. She momentarily resisted, but a French kiss from Sarah quelled any more resistance that Mina felt able to muster. They were kissing deeply, the music had run out when Tom finally turned off the water. He got out of the shower, followed by the two women. Sarah was fine as she simply stepped out of her sari looking like a bundle of soaking rag on the floor. Mina struggled a bit more because the narrow legs of the kameez at the ankles made it difficult to immediately get them over her feet. Sara tried to help and soon the pair of them were in fits of giggles. Tom handed them each a big soft fluffy towel as he went to get out of his wet clothes. By the time he had got himself sorted out, put on his robe, switched off the extra lights in the lounge, returned to the bedroom to find the two girls, dried, naked and in bed together. Sarah saw him come in and drew back the covers on her side of the bed indicating that he should get in on her side. "I thought you said he would take the spare room?" Mina said, looking concerned. "I lied." Sarah said, "So get over it! Now you two, neither of you gets any sleep until I have been fully pleasured, Right?" She lay on her back with her arms behind Tom's and Mina's neck and her legs spread wide. The other two luckily saw the funny side and proceeded to fulfil her demands. Eventually about four in the morning, she murmured "Enough." Having been thoroughly fucked by Tom and licked by both him and Mina in places where she didn't think it was possible to get a tongue. In doing so, inevitably, Tom and Mina came into contact with each other, and despite their initial misgivings, neither of them held back. In time they were both concentrating on giving Sarah her pleasure so much that they derived some for themselves and enjoyed full and unrestricted body contact with each other. In fact for a few moments after Sarah had called a halt to her pleasuring, they engaged in some kissing and caressing of their own. Sarah with one eye surreptitiously open smiled to herself when she spotted what they were doing. Pakistani nipples were being rubbed gently between English fingers and Pakistani fingers were being wrapped round an English penis. They drew the line at penetration even by fingers and tongues, but everybody was happy. The telephone was ringing in the flat, all three occupants were still asleep, it was 10.am. "Hullo?" Tom was speaking thickly into the phone by the bed. "Good morning Tom, its Helen here, can I speak to Sarah please?" "Sarah, wake your mum's on the phone. ........Excuse me Mina can you just move your arm....that's better." "Hallo Mum, what's up?" "Nothing dear, Why? "You're ringing so early." "But it's after ten." "We're still in bed." "Goodness! I was ringing to see if you wanted to come to lunch today." "What time?" "About two." "Hang on Mum. Hey Guys, anyone fancy going to eat one of Mum's Sunday lunches today?" Tom poked his head round the door, "Absolutely Yes!" "Hallo Mum, it looks like you've got the royal assent. Oh, by the way Mina's here can she come too?" "Why of course dear, we haven't see her for such a long time. Anyone else?" "No just the three of us lazybones. See you at 1.45?" "That will be lovely dear." "Thanks mum, bye." "Bye dear." "Ok Mina, shift that lovely brown arse of yours, we've got to get showered." "Coffee is ready!" announced Tom. "In the kitchen, come and get it!" "I dare you to go out there for coffee naked!" Sarah challenged Mina. "Oh I don't know." Mina was unsure. "Come on!" He's seen everything you've got already," Sarah urged her friend on, "Look I will if you will." "Well ok then," Mina agreed. "But you've got to come as well." "On your feet sexy arse, let's give Tom a Sunday morning treat." "How do you mean?" "You'll see, come on." They walked out into the lounge area and then to the kitchen hand in hand and as naked as the day they were born. "Well, hello girls!" Tom exclaimed, "What a nice surprise!" He kissed Sarah first and then proffered his lips for a peck on the cheek for Mina. "Oh sod it!" she said and threw her arms around his neck and snogged him good and hard. To the obvious delight of Sarah who jumped up and down and clapped her hands. "Breakthrough!" she squealed. "Tom, throw her on the floor and fuck her!" "He looked up at Sarah and laughed, "I don't think she's ready for that sort of action yet." "Who says? Sarah was speaking. Mina spoke up "Look guys, I really enjoyed last night and I was conscious that I was a third party in your relationship and I am trying hard not to spoil anything." "Bollocks!" Sarah was not having any of that. "You're a sexy lady and most importantly, My best friend from way back. If I am happy to share the fun I have with Tom you, that's my business. I trust you not to try take Tom off me, and Tom knows that I trust him enough to have sex with our friends, which we have both done, without breaking anything up. So go for it girl." "Don't I have any say in this?" Tom asked, "Before, we say or do any more let's sit in the sunshine and have a coffee, now I made it." He took them over to the coffee table right next to the big windows and they sat down. "Can anyone see in?" Mina asked, "Only at night, they would have had a good view last night." Sarah told her "But they would have had to be in a helicopter." Tom told her, "so don't worry." "This is nice," Mina said as she relaxed in the chair bathed in the sunlight streaming in through the glass. "I enjoyed last night so much." Tom told the girls, "I cannot express my gratitude for the work you put in to the dancing for me." He coughed, "I also enjoyed the bed scene, particularly when you, I mean we, Mina and I were pleasuring Sarah. I don't think there's any doubt that Sarah enjoyed it. I think Mina and I made a good team for that job. The little bit of play at the end was lovely too Mina. I didn't want to take it any further then, but on another occasion it might be different. How would you feel about that?" "She'd love it!" Sarah announced "Sarah! let me answer for myself please! Tom she's right if both of you are cool with it, well, we'll see what happens if there is to be a next time. I just don't want to make a commitment, if anything happens, - it happens. The conversation died then because no-one seemed to know or have anymore to say. They sat there drinking their coffee. Then Tom asked, "How long before we have to be at your mother's?" Sarah looked at the clock, "about two hours." "Plenty of time then." He replied. Sarah said, "No there isn't! We all have to get showered and changed, and decide what to wear." "That's easy to decide then." Tom suggested. Sarah looked at him, "You wouldn't! Tom you wouldn't!" "Look," He said, "after the conversation you had with your mother, it should be easy." "What about Mina?" "She's in my house, she conforms with my rules." Sarah began to laugh. "Will some one tell me what's going on please?" Mina pleaded. "He wants us to go naked under our dresses." "Well that's easy," Mina said, "I don't have a dress here, only jeans and a top." "You will wear one of Sarah's" Tom said. "Oh, will I?" "Come on Mina, it's fun, being in a semi-formal situation with nothing on under your dress." Sarah had it seems, decided. "So you're going to do it then." Mina said. "Yes." Mina thought for a moment and then said "What dresses have you got?" Sarah clapped her hands and said "I'll show you." Tom took advantage of the time they would be deciding, to get cleaned up himself, before the girls wanted the shower. There were some giggles and he overheard snippets like, "you're not – are you? And "No I couldn't – well maybe I'll try it. He smiled to himself. He was really looking forward to taking these girls to lunch. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 05 The girls showered and went back into the bedroom. A few minutes later, he heard Sarah say, "well make up your mind, the choice is yours." He went in to see what the trouble was. "It's Mina, she won't make up her mind," Sarah complained, "I've put out two outfits, she can choose one and I'll wear the other." One was the dress she wore when she had told her parents that she was moving in with Tom, the other was a string top and miniskirt, both of which were wrap-over. "I can't wear either of these outfits in front of Sarah's parents!" Mina protested. "Of course you can!" Tom told her. "Both of these are much more modest than the stuff Helen was wearing when she was your age!" Mina looked at Sarah, who nodded. "He's right Mina, now choose!" "I'll take the dress." "Hooray, at last!" Sarah shouted. "A decision, Alleluia!" She handed the garment to Mina, "Get dressed." Mina slipped the dress on. It was a loose button-through sundress, which hung low below her armpits and had a mid calf hem. By the time Sarah had finished "adjusting" it, the buttons from her waist down were mostly undone, as were three of the six above her waist. It was her only garment. "I can't wear it like this!" Mina protested. "I did," Sarah told her, "So you will too." Sarah put on the wrap top and miniskirt and said to Mina. "Will you tie these tapes for me please? You can decide how tight they should be." She turned and winked at Tom. Mina took full advantage of the fact that she had control of the tension which would be securing (or not, as might be the case!) the top and skirt to Sarah's body. The skirt hung low on Sarah's hips But was surprising tight around the "waistband". This was because, Mina had contrived to put in a "tuck" at the back, which reduce the amount of wrap of the skirt. She'd had to tie it tight to keep the tuck in place. However the top, she tied as loosely as possible which caused the garment to gape invitingly, baring her chest down to the waist in a normal standing position, and revealing a pink breast in all it's glory whenever she moved. Tom thought to himself that he was going to enjoy this lunch. They all piled into Tom's car. As it was only a small 4x4, it only had two doors, so Mina had to scramble into the back seat. The amount of body that she revealed in doing so, amused Sarah and stimulated Tom. Mina was a bit embarrassed, but took it in good part and laughed at herself. Sarah climbed in showing more leg than she had actually got(!) and a complete breast free of any support. The short drive to Sarah's parent's house took only a few minutes. "Hi Mum!" Sarah called as she bounded up the steps to the front door of the house. "Hello darling. Hello Tom, Mina what a lovely surprise, Come in, come in and have a drink." Helen was wearing a very smart looking dress which was like a button through shirt-waister, from the front but had a completely transparent back to the waist. She was clearly not wearing a bra. Sarah gave Tom a look of both puzzlement and delight. Helen busied herself finishing off the lunch, whilst Harold, her husband, saw to the drinks. Sarah followed her mother into the kitchen. "Mum, I see that you're not wearing a bra." "No dear, I'm not, I knew you would be out to shock your father and me, so I thought I would show you that exhibitionism is not just the prerogative of the young. So you can show as much as you like in this house, we will not mind." It was Sarah who gave a shocked laugh. "Mum, are you telling me that you are not wearing any underwear?" Helen turned to her, put her hands on her daughter's shoulders, "Stick around, you may find out!" Sarah carried some items for the lunch through to the dining room, where she placed them on the glass topped dining table, (very sixties), but her primary object was to get to Mina and Tom who were in the conservatory and tell them of the conversation. Mina didn't know whether to be more relaxed or more embarrassed. "She knew that we would be coming commando?" she whispered to Sarah. "I guess so." Sarah confirmed. Tom grinned, "So she decided to play you at your own game. I suppose that proves that she is unconcerned about your state of dress." "I know, but....." Sarah began. "Then relax and go with the flow." Tom told the girls "I hate being predictable." Sarah moaned. "Then take off your skirt. – I bet she wouldn't have predicted that!" Tom's remark made Mina laugh, she seemed more relaxed now. Sarah punched Tom in the arm. "Come on kids." Sarah's Dad called, "Lunch is being served up." Whilst they were eating the excellent lunch, Sarah couldn't keep eyes off her mother's dress as it revealed a little leg above her knees when she was seated. After the main course, Sarah helped her mother clear away the used plates and took them into the kitchen. She gave Sarah a tray with three desserts on it and asked her to take them into the dining room. "I'll bring in the others in a minute." She told her daughter. Sarah served her father, Tom and Mina and sat down at her place to await her own dessert. Helen brought it in and leant over the table to place Sarah's plate in front of her. Sarah was surprised how far she could see down the front of her mother's dress. She hadn't noticed that before. When Helen sat down, Sarah immediately notice more leg. She'd undone a button on the skirt of her dress, Sarah was sure that she had! She had a second look at the top of her dress, maybe she'd undone one there too, Sarah couldn't be sure. She almost laughed at herself when she found her self counting buttons on her mother's dress. Her father in the meantime was holding forth on something or other and Sarah found it difficult to concentrate on the conversation. Tom was doing his bit though, as was Mina. Sarah however was almost totally distracted with her mother's dress seeming to becoming undone. Sara watched like a hawk, trying to catch her mother undoing or fiddling with any of her buttons, but didn't manage it and was rapidly coming to the conclusion that she was imagining the whole thing. When coffee was served she knew that she wasn't. Helen had absolutely, definitely and without doubt undone another button on both the skirt and the bodice of her dress. The amount of thigh that was exposed when Helen sat down now was really impressive. The top of the dress was less dramatic as the folds in the material did not open up to really reveal any more. Sarah nudged Mina who was sitting next to her and indicated with her head that Mina should look in the required direction. Mina looked at Sarah and quickly nodded and resumed her part in the conversation going on round the table. When lunch had finished, Mina and Sarah offered to clear the table and load the dishwasher. Tom said he would like to see the garden, so Helen and Harold gave him a conducted tour. In the kitchen, meanwhile, Saran and Mina were discussing Helen's behaviour. Mina thought it was hilarious, there were they, thinking that they were being very brave wearing next to nothing and Sarah's mother was upstaging the pair of them. Sarah was less sanguine about it, wondering if her mother was making a serious point or just taking the piss. Then they looked out of the window, Harold was tending to something down at the bottom of the garden, whilst Tom and Helen were slowly strolling back towards the house. The thing that got Sarah going was that Helen had her arm through Tom's, they were laughing and joking and Helen was brushing imaginary bits off her dress and flicking her hair, - she was flirting with him! What should Sarah do? She was still considering this when Helen and Tom arrived at the back door. "Well thanks for tips Helen, we'll certainly try some of them. I like the fact that most of them are in public too. It was certainly very brave of you to do some of them." "Nonsense." She replied, "There weren't quite so many CCTV cameras around in those days. Let me know how you get on." "What was all that about?" Sarah demanded of Tom when he had a chance to take him aside. "Firstly, I think she was trying to demonstrate that just because she's in her forties, that exhibitionism is something that can still stir her and your Dad. Secondly, she's given me some ideas for new adventures that we can try out." "What sort of ideas?" "Well you see, that would be telling," He remarked, "because some of them rely on an element of surprise." "What was all that flirting about then?" "Well, she's a good looking woman with a fine pair of legs and ....... Sarah, I believe you're getting jealous of your own mother!" "I am not!" Sarah protested. "I don't know why I'm reacting like this, I'm not the jealous type as you know, but there was something about seeing you two together that set off an alarm inside me." "Do you think I'm about to set off on an affair with Helen?" "NO!" "I mean she is quite fanciable, and if she's willing....." "TOM! Stop it! Are you trying to wind me up?" "Yes!" He laughed, "And I think I've succeeded, don't you?" She hugged his arm, "Yes you bastard!" and laughed at herself. "Right. Now calm down and ponder this, Do you think we can get your mother to undo any more of her buttons?" "Why?" "Because I want to see her tush!" He was definitely laughing at her now and she knew it. They all gathered in the conservatory for a cup of tea before they had to depart. Helen started off the conversation. "Harold, what do you think of these girls sitting here in next to nothing?" "I am reminded of things you and I used to do, I suppose." He replied. "I quite remember getting you in states of undress in inappropriate places. I think we both found it quite stimulating, would you agree my dear?" "Yes, I would," She said, "I particularly remember you getting me completely naked in the cinema on only our second date." "I wanted to find out if you were of the same mind as I, if we were to continue our relationship." "I know Harold, but was not necessary for you to cut off my underwear." She replied softly. "If you'd have asked I would have taken it off." "I know that now, But I felt it was more exciting that way, because neither of us knew what would happen." He told her, "You might have slapped my face, called the police or kissed me deeply, I had no idea. I'm glad it was the latter." He hesitated, "As for asking you to take off the underwear, I know it's some years, but if I asked you to do now, would you do it." "I am not wearing any underwear." She said. "Don't avoid the question! Dammit. "What I meant was given the same set of circumstances, what would you say if I asked." "I would say yes and do it." She told him. "Just because I am in my mid forties, doesn't mean that I have lost the zest for life." Tom, Sarah and Mina were mesmerised by all this, they were all sitting on a cane settee which was a bit small so they were squashed up a bit, thigh against thigh, shoulders tightly jammed together. Tom was having trouble keeping his hands off the girls' legs, because other than in his own groin, there was almost nowhere else to put them. Sarah took his left hand and held in both of hers. The natural place for then to fall was in her groin, which suited her just fine. Mina chirped up, "Do you still dance together Mrs Wilson?" Helen looked at her and her husband, "occasionally." Harold asked, "would you like to see one of our dances, my dear?" "Oh yes please!" The only practical place for them to dance was on the patio outside the conservatory doors. A short mumbled conversation between Harold and Helen had Helen picking out a CD and putting on the player. Seconds later, they were in each other's arms and dancing on the paving. The others stood around the edge watching. After a few moments, the pair got into the rhythm and their stride. Their movement became more extravagant and the swirling of Helen's dress led the audience in no doubt that she was telling the truth when she'd told them that she was wearing no underwear. Her breasts were clearly to be seen most of the time because her dress was open down to her waist. The few buttons holding the skirt together could not cope with the twirling and her unshaven pubes came into view many times. The others were tapping their feet to the music and generally just bobbing to the beat. Eventually the track finished with Helen bent backwards over her husband's knee, her dress fell off her legs and opened as far as her navel. The fullness of her breasts just peaking out of her top. The three watching applauded enthusiastically. Within second the next track on the CD started, and the dancers got to their feet and started jogging to the music, "Join in!" Helen called to the others, the music was so infectious that they had no hesitation in doing so. –They were having fun. Mina in a fit of devilment reached over and snatched at the tie on Sarah's wrap over top. It didn't quite come undone, but it loosened even more than it was before. Sarah looked down at her top and looked at Tom and indicated Mina with her thumb. The clear instruction being that he should take her revenge for her. Tom moved over to Mina and unceremoniously pulled her whole dress open, scattering buttons everywhere. Mina looked a little surprised and held her dress closed but kept on dancing. Tom returned to Sarah and pulled her top off completely and then gave her no chance to hide or run into the house as he held her from behind holding her tightly around the waist. Seeing that she could not escape, she decided to play up to the moment and threw her arms in the air, laughing as Tom danced her round. Mina noticed that Helen's dress was open all the way down now, so she relaxed her grip on her own and let it hang open. The music finished and all five of them were flushed and looked happy. "I need a drink!" Harold announced and drew Tom into the house. "I enjoyed that, it is a long time since we danced like that!" "You're not worried about you wife and daughter being in the nude together?" Tom asked. "Good lord no! They're both good looking women. Why should I be worried.?" The two men returned to the conservatory with some lemonade and found the women collapsed in the chairs, giggling quietly. Of Mina and Helen, neither had done up their dresses again, in Mina's case this was not possible anyway as too many buttons were missing. Sarah still had on her skirt but that was all. When Tom offered her a glass of lemonade, she uttered "I'm too hot for lemonade!" so he poured it over her head. This brought the house down, the others shrieked with laughter, including Mina who got the second glassful over her! Harold picked up the act and threw his lemonade at Helen. The women were not standing for that and wrestled the men to the floor and wet them with what was left. Tom decided not to fight but concentrate on stripping his assailants He succeeded with Sarah as a good tug pulled the tuck out her skirt and it simply fell off. There was ripping sound as he pulled on Mina's dress. However it turned out to be Helen's dress which was rent in two. Harold was very proud. The laughter subsided and flushed and excited, the party picked themselves up off the floor. "This is a surreal situation", Tom thought, as he tried to button up a shirt divested of most of them, they should be in such a state after a fairly conventional invitation to Sunday lunch. Strangely there was no embarrassment or awkward feeling in the room. He put this down to the very special people who brought his girlfriend into the world. Sarah was whispering in Tom's ear. When he finally grasped what she was saying, he said "Of course!" "Mum, Dad, We've had such a super time here today, unexpected in many was, that Tom and I would like you to accept an invitation to the flat next Sunday, come for lunch and stay as long as you like. The sunsets from the eighth floor are really something else particularly through the big windows." Helen looked at Harold and they smiled at each other. "Sarah darling, of course we'll come and thank you." It was time to go, Sarah put her top and skirt back on, Mina held her dress closed as best she could and Helen draped the remains of her dress around her shoulders as they went towards the front door. Sarah's dad opened the door, shook hands with and said "Goodbye Tom, see you next week." "Goodbye er..." he stumbled "Harold." said his host "Goodbye Harold." Sarah was just stepping out of the house into the open fronted stone porch when her mother called her. She turned, standing almost on the front garden, when her mother stepped out and embraced her. Helen was crying. "Have a beautiful life sweetheart." "I will Mum, now go inside, you'll catch cold." Helen looked down at her wrecked dress which was doing nothing in covering her modesty and chuckled. "I was used to it – once." She said. As they drove back across town, Tom said to Mina that she of course was also invited and he would take it as an affront if she refused. She said she was delighted to accept. "Even if my Mum strips off again?" Sarah asked with a laugh. "I wouldn't miss it for the world!" Mina replied, "Although I think we should plant to get the menfolk undressed this time too!" Sarah said "That's my father your talking about!" "You can concentrate on him," Mina replied, "I'll strip Tom!" "I'll fight you for your clothes when we get back." Tom suggested. "You're on!" shrieked Mina. "What about me?" Sara asked. "You," Tom replied, "can sit in the corner and frig yourself off!" They all hooted with laughter at that. Moments later Tom pulled into the underground car park of the block. They walked fairly briskly across the concrete floor, Mina let her dress flow wide open as she pirouetted towards the personnel door into the block proper. "Say hallo to George." Tom said "George?" asked Mina clutching her dress to her body. "The janitor, He'll be watching on CCTV!" Tom waved at a camera hidden in the corner. "Oh my God" Mina gasped. Sarah laughed, she was loving this guy. As the lift went past the seventh floor, Tom turned and wrenched Mina's dress down her back and off. "Hey!" she called "we're not in the flat yet!" "Tom grinned, "I couldn't wait!" he said. He did not give the dress back as the door s opened on to an empty hallway. As soon as he had opened the door of the flat, the girls pounced on him, stripped him naked and marched him up to the big windows in the lounge and displayed him through the glass. Sarah slid down and knelt in front of him and began giving him a blow job. "Make him shoot over the glass." Mina urged her. "Bugger off! I want this lot over me!" Sarah gasped. She got it. Face, hair and all down her front. She stood up and kissed him and then kissed Mina, who rubbed the mess into her hair and started licking her face. Tom went behind Mina reached under her arms to cup her breasts in his hands. Mina pushed her bare arse against his naked prick and kissed Sarah deeply on the mouth as she fumbled with the ties to Sarah's top and skirt she soon had the clothes off her friend and pushed against the tall glass windows. Sarah leant against the glass, Mina faced her, as they kissed. Tom was pressing his semi –hard penis into Mina's bum crack. Sarah slid two fingers down the front of her own body and fingered Mina's labia. After about a minute of this, Mina opened her legs and Tom touched her labia with his increasingly hardening penis. She jumped but did not move away. One thrust and he was in her. She moved then though – back towards him! Soon he was thrusting in and out of her vigorously and she was taking it and groaning, moving with abandon. Sarah who was trapped between the couple and the window, urged them both on. Mina was now bent over to give Tom better access, this had the secondary effect of allowing her to suck on Sarah's nipples. Sarah had one hand at the back of Mina's head pulling her towards her, whilst the other hand was at her own pussy frigging for all she was worth. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 06 Sarah and Tom went their separate ways to work and during Sarah's lunch break, she nipped out to the florists shop just down the street to buy some flowers and a couple of vases. We she got back, Fred had a message for her. "Tom says he's going to be a couple of hours late tonight he going out of town for a meeting and he won't be back until about eight," Sarah phoned him and confirmed all this. "I'll cook for eight then." She said, "Make sure you call me if you're going to be later!" He agreed he would. Come five-thirty when Kwik-Kleen closed, Sarah made her way to the flat. "Hi George!" she called as she walked through the vestibule of the block. "Hi Sarah! I say, that was some beautiful girl you had with you the other night. Is she likely to be visiting you again?" "You're a dirty old man, George!" Sarah called out to him as she entered the lift, chuckling to herself. Once in the flat, Sarah got to work, placing flowers and moving the odd thing about to make the place seem more homely, rather than the bachelor pad that it resembled. Five minutes to eight, the telephone rang, "I'm downstairs, I'll be up in a minute," She heard Tom's voice in her ear. She quickly hit the button on the micro-wave nipped into the bedroom pulled off the housecoat that she had on and slipped her black silky nightdress over her head. It was the strappy one, short, which had a lace hem. The one that she had worn one night as a chemise when Tom took her to a nightclub. She heard his key in the door, she lit the candle on the dining table, dashed into the kitchen poured the hot sauce over the pasta, garnished it with a few herb leaves and carried the plates into the main room. The wine was already breathing in the table. "Hi honey I'm home!" Tom called out in very poor and corny American accent. "Gee I'm sure glad to see you." She replied in just as stupid an accent. "Come and give me a ki........... By the.....Sarah, you look gorgeous! Er do I recognise that nightdress?" "You remembered." "After what you said to me about that nightdress, I am hardly likely to forget!" (She had told him that the next time she wore it he could rip it off her). They embraced. "Dinner is getting cold." She reminded him, "Sit down. Would you like some wine?" She bent over standing the other side of the table, so he could see right down the front of the nightdress. "Sit down yourself or I will forget about dinner altogether." Dinner was a delightful romantic affair, the soft music she had chosen was just right, the candlelight flicker and reflecting in their eyes as they looked at each other. She had prepared a dessert which was a chocolate mousse. Afterwards they were on the settee watching the moon through the plate glass windows, finishing off the wine. He was sitting at one end of the settee, she was lying along the length of it, her head in his lap, her legs bent so her feet could rest on the other arm, this caused the hem of her nightdress to slide up revealing most of her thighs. He was fiddling with her hair – the perfect end to the day. The door bell rang. "Bollocks!" exclaimed Tom "Who can that be? How did they get past George?" Reluctantly Sarah got up and started clearing the table as Tom went to answer the door. She heard him say "Oh Hallo, what are you........come in, come in, do you want some wine?" "Who can it be?" Sarah wondered and walked out into the lounge to see who had arrived. "Mina, what? OH Fuck!" I forgot to bring your stuff round, I'm so sorry!" Mina said "No I'm sorry I've clearly interrupted a little romantic dinner, I'm sorry." "It doesn't matter, I'll get your stuff," Sarah said. "How did you get past George?" Tom asked. "He recognised me. – From the CCTV? And he noted that I was wearing slightly more this time. He said as I was obviously a close friend he'd let me come up. I'm sorry I should have rung." "The cheeky bastard!" Tom said, "He's no right to speak to guests like that and he should certainly have called us to let us know you were coming up." "I was about to have my nightie ripped off." Sarah told her. "No you weren't." Tom contradicted her, "I told you I wanted to rip it of in public and that is what will happen." "Do you want to walk down to the pub and do it tonight?" She asked him, then quietly "You know I want you to do it, don't you?" "Yes." He said hoarsely. "Let's do it! Coming Mina?" "Of course!" she replied, I wouldn't miss it for the world. But she'll need a coat it's quite chilly out there tonight." "I have just the thing." Sarah announced and disappeared into the bedroom. Mina and Tom waited for Sarah to emerge from the bedroom. When she did they both laughed out loud. She was wearing one of Tom's jackets, an off-white linen blazer. "Are you really going to let him rip off your nightie in public?" Mina asked Sarah as they went down in the lift. "Of course!" Sarah replied, "I don't think I could stop him anyway. – Even if I wanted to. I am getting excited at the thought of it." "Excited?" Mused Mina. Sarah giggled, "Oh! Well all right then, turned on if you like!" She linked arms with Mina, "you should try it sometime." "Oh, No thank you very much! I don't want to be made a spectacle of! I don't like the idea of people looking at me very much." "What about when you dance then?" Sarah challenged her friend, "You're not wearing too much then, and you wear those Shalwar so low on your hips, it looks as though they might fall off at any moment." Mina chuckled. "They only look that way, I make sure of that. There is no way that they would drop without me meaning to let them drop." "So you have let them drop on purpose!" Sarah hooted, "When? Where? "Never you mind!" Mina retorted, then quietly "It was a private dance for a boyfriend." "Did he fuck you?" "Sarah!" Mina sounded shocked but she laughed and slapped Sarah's arm. "Well?" "Yes he was rampant, I could hardly stop him." "Did you want him to stop?" Sarah pressed her friend. "Er.....No..... I didn't actually." "Where did this act take place? In his room, your room, where? Sarah was desperate to know. "You don't want to know." "Oh yes I do!" Mina went quiet for a moment. "On the stage at a working men's club." "WHAT! "There was nobody in. I had the curtains closed anyway, I was rehearsing for a show coming up and he came by and surprised me." "I'll bet he did!" Sarah exclaimed. "You were so surprised your clothes fell off?" "At the spur of the moment I thought I would give him a treat." Mina confessed. Sarah said nothing, then Mina continued. "I was not wearing my Kameez, the top half, I only had on a full black bra, and of course my trousers, the Shalwar. I let one of my bra straps slip and the look on his face encouraged me to let it go further. So I did." "Did you take off your bra then?" Sarah asked as they walked down the street towards the town centre. "No, that came off while we were having sex. Actually he ripped it off, broke the clasp and everything." "How did you feel when that happened?" "I didn't mind." "Didn't mind? I bet you loved it!" Sarah looked directly at Mina who had a sparkle in her eye. She nodded. "I knew it!" Sarah almost shouted out loud. "Can you not see how exciting it is when something like that happens?" "I suppose..........." "You suppose? Don't you know that most women's underwear is designed to be fragile and flimsy enough to get ripped off?" Sarah was on a roll now. "Anything I buy now, I always imagine it getting soaked, messed up or ripped or torn in some way. Especially now I'm with Tom!" She laughed. "You're not scared of him raping you?" Mina asked somewhat nervously, "or exposing you somewhere unsuitable? Sarah replied immediately. "Number one, He cannot rape me, I will let him have me anytime he wants. Number two, as long as he makes sure I come to no harm, I have no worries about exposure. Number three, Of course, like any woman who knows what she is doing, I can make him want me anytime that I like!" Sarah took a breath. "And I suggest that you did exactly that when you dropped your kecks for the boyfriend!" Mina grinned. "I suppose you're right. The only nasty moment came when I tried to get back into our house with no bra on. My father engaged me in conversation in the hallway. I was petrified that he would notice." "How do you know that he didn't?" "He would have gone mad." Mina told her. "I don't suppose by any chance he might have done anything like that when he was young?" Sarah asked somewhat sarcastically. "No he had not met my mum until the wedding day." "That seems really weird to me." Sarah commented. "Lots of people of their age had arranged marriages." Mina told her. "I think secretly he would like me to do the same, but it ain't gonna happen!" "That was all very interesting Mina," Tom said, who had apparently been listening all along. "Now Sarah, please give me my jacket. I want you to make an impression as we enter the pub." Sarah happily complied. "Do you want the shoulder straps down the arms and me having to hold the slip up?" she asked. "No, just wear it as it is, there will be plenty of time for exposure later on." He told her. Sarah looked at Mina, "you look overdressed, carry your coat over your arm and give me some support." Mina shrugged and took off her bomber jacket, revealing a smart white blouse and slim grey skirt. They walked into the pub to find the place packed. It was almost standing room only. Eventually they found a seat crammed into a corner. "This will be my treat." Mina announced and disappeared towards the bar. "I have something to tell you." Sarah said. "You're not are you?" She laughed and said "No! I have to go to a trade exhibition with Fred on Sunday in Harrogate. We have to go and meet some suppliers, you know press the flesh, get to meet face to face etcetera." "Are you staying overnight?" "No we are going up and back in the day. We have to open as usual on Saturday and Monday, so Sunday is the only day we can go. Bigger outfits can free off staff to attend during the week, but we are too small for that." "OK, I see that," Tom said, "You just be careful which bits of flesh you let these suppliers press." "Tom Ward, I believe you are jealous!" Sarah laughed at him. "You are quite happy for other people to see me half naked, but you don't want me to shake hands with business colleagues!" "I suppose I asked for that." Tom conceded. "What will you wear?" "A skirt suit, very professional." "And underwear?" "Of course! I only go without undies when I'm with you." "Why is that?" He asked. "Because you like me to be naked under my dresses." She told him forthrightly. "Don't you like it?" he asked her, apparently concerned. "I love it!" she replied. "Then why don't you do it when you're not with me?" She patted the back of his hand. "Because I like to keep some things special for us." Just then Mina arrived back with the drinks, doubles for her and Sarah and two pints for Tom. "You've pushed the boat out a bit tonight!" Sarah remarked. "Have you seen the crush at the bar? I thought I would save us a trip." She hesitated. "I see you are still fully dressed, if that is a term which can be used for a woman wearing only one item." "I'm wearing shoes!" Sarah protested. "Besides, Tom is refused permission to do anything to this nightie until you have at least two buttons undone on your blouse." "Only two?" Mina asked sarcastically. "Two will do for a start." Sarah told her, grinning. "Have a sip of your drink." Mina told her trying to change the subject. They all raised their glasses. "Here's to nudity in public!" Sarah announced. "Nudity in public" the other two said in unison looking a little surprised. The crowd was getting bigger so that their little table was in danger of being overturned. Certainly no-one was taking any notice of the three squashed in the corner. Mina felt a hand caressing one of her breasts, looking down she saw that Sarah who was squeezed between her and Tom was running the palm of her hand over her bra covered nipple. Mina let it continue confident that no-one was watching. "You likee?" Sarah asked in a pale pink voice. Mina shifted round to face her friend, "You know I do." She let Sarah undo one button on her blouse. It revealed nothing. Sarah undid another, a little of Mina's brown skin could be seen, but nothing that would raise any comment. Sarah quickly undid the blouse to Mina's waist, but as it was tucked tightly into the waistband of her skirt, it stayed resolutely closed, except that a little of the lace on her creamy bra was now visible in her cleavage. "Satisfied now?" Mina demanded of Sarah. "Not really but I suppose it will have to do." Sarah admitted. Tom leaned in and said to both women. "It's too crowded in here, shall we go?" "Let's finish our drinks first." Mina suggested, then added, "She might be lucky to get out of here with the nightie still intact, such is the crush." "Mina! You're brilliant! Tom exclaimed. "Rip up the side seam on your side to above waist level and I'll do the same this side, then we'll see how she gets on pushing through the crowd!" "I thought you said others could look but not touch me?" Sarah asked of Tom. "I'm going to get felt up by everyone leaving like that!" "She has a point." Mina agreed So a compromise was reached a tear up each side only as far as the top of her thigh would be allowed. In fact both of her "friends" allowed themselves the privilege of a rip up to her hip. They finished their drinks and Sarah braced herself for the struggle towards the door. They struggled to their feet and started to make their way through the crush towards the door. Sarah led the way (of course), followed by Tom with Mina bringing up the rear. "Scuse me!" Sarah said several times as she pushed through the crowded room. As she did so, the open sides of her black nightie were pulled round and back exposing her legs to hip level, but such was the press of the crowd, no-one really noticed anything. That is except Tom who was getting a little frustrated at the lack of exposure. They gained the door and were soon outside on the pavement. Mina was a little flushed as her undone blouse had pulled open and one of her breasts, albeit cocooned within her bra, was now outside her blouse. "Nice one Mina!" Sarah grinned, "Let's see the other one!" They all chuckled at that as Mina pulled her blouse back over the exposed bra cup. Tom noticed with a smile that she did not actually button up the blouse however. "Where now?" Mina asked. "The obvious place." Tom suggested, "the nightclub round the corner." He handed Sarah the jacket that she had brought with her. "You can put it on if you like, but a word of warning, don't check it in to the cloakroom." "You mean she might need it in the club?" Mina asked. "I think he means I definitely will need it in the club." Sarah giggled "Goodbye black nightdress!" "Where better," asked Tom, "than the dance floor?" "Wow!!" exclaimed Mina. "I can't wait to see that!" "If you want to watch, there is a condition," Sarah told her, "You have to lose your bra." "But this is a white blouse!" Mina protested, "And you can tuck it into your skirt, but no buttons done up." Sarah continued. "So you can rip it open at anytime I suppose!" Mina suggested. "No!" Sarah exclaimed, "Not at all! Tom will do it!" "How come this plan to get you naked in public, involves doing the same to me?" Mina laughed. Ahh! Come on it'll be fun!" Sarah urged her friend. "Besides you'll love it!" "I will love it?" Mina exploded, "I will do no such thing!" "Don't be coming with all that false modesty." Sarah told her, as they walked towards the nightclub, "Don't forget Tom has seen your tits before – and er played with them, so you won't be showing him anything he hasn't seen and fondled before." "It's not him I'm worried about." "So you'll have him strip you off again will you?" "Yes but." "Ah-hah!" Sarah said triumphantly "if you want that to happen, you will comply with my tiny request." "I don't know why I let myself be talked into things by you." Mina replied resignedly. They arrived at the door of the club, there was no queue, so either it was a slow night, or it was already packed. It was the former, there were no more than about twelve other people in the club already. The girl on the cloakroom counter had asked, "Check in your coat? It's very hot in there." "It's going to get a damn sight hotter in a few minutes!" Mina mumbled under her breath. Once inside, she disappeared to the ladies to do Sarah's bidding, whilst Sarah and Tom headed for the bar. "Are you happy for all this to happen in here?" Tom asked Sarah. "I've told you before, as long as you control the situation, you can do what you like to me, or over me, in public or in private. Actually I'm getting quite excited at the prospect of you stripping me under the disco lighting." She replied giving him a hug and a kiss, plus a quick feel of his groin. "Just don't do it too soon, let's get in the mood for it first eh?" "Will I do?" Mina had reappeared. Her blouse was tucked into her slim skirt and it looked closed, but she eased the front open so that they could see there were no buttons fastened. There was no crush at the bar, so they had several drinks before Tom suggested the two girls went off and danced. Sarah left the jacket with Tom as they pranced away to the middle of the dance floor. They were soon joined by four other girls who danced together. Tom was very happy as he watch Sarah and Mina, he could see that they were enjoying themselves too as they laughed and joked around. The torn slits in Sarah's nightdress showed up well, her tanned legs looking really good in the lights. Mina's white blouse took on a fluorescent quality under the ultra-violet elements. After some time, the girls rejoined Tom and Sarah told him to dance with Mina whilst she went to the ladies'. "No funny stuff with her – at least until I get back!" was her final instruction. As they went on to the floor, the music slowed, so it seemed natural that they should put their arms around each other. "Have you known Sarah long?" Tom asked. "No, she's never been taller than she is now!" Mina was laughing at him. "Look you don't have to make small talk with me, just give me a hug." He did just that as they danced. Mina was very happy. They danced for a while and then noticed Sarah watching from the bar. She was sitting on a high bar stool, with one knee crossed over the other. This revealed almost more of her legs than there were legs. "You two looked like lovers." Sarah mused when they joined her. "I've got another round of drinks in, because if you are going to do what you plan to do, I need at least another one or two if I am going to exploit the situation fully." Tom quickly ordered another round. "What do you mean, exploit the situation?" He asked. "Well," she began, "This is not something that is going to happen to me everyday, so hope I can have the courage to carry out a bit of a plan. I do not want to run off the dance floor immediately, I shall carry on until either I have had enough or until the management intervenes. That is why I want you to dance with Mina again, before you do the dastardly deed." There was a slight hesitation before she said, "Come on Mina, let's give 'em a bit of a show!" With that, taking hold of Mina's hand she hauled her into the middle of the floor. The girls were having fun again as Tom guarded the drinks mounting up on the bar. Not that there was much prospect of anyone taking them, only one other couple had come into the club since they got there. Mina started flicking up the hem of Sarah's nightdress, flashing a bit of thigh but little else. Tom was unable to gauge whether anyone else had twigged on to the fact that the garment was all that she was wearing apart from shoes. Most of the other women in the club were either braless or wearing push-up bras that threatened to tip their breasts out of their tops anyway. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 06 Things took a turn for the good when Tom saw Sarah grab the sides of Mina's skirt and hoist it halfway up her thighs in revenge for the flipping that Mina had been doing to Sarah. Mina was sufficiently in drink not to mind this and didn't push it down again. They were giggling and laughing throughout all this and clearly having a whale of a time. Eventually they rejoined Tom in the relative darkness of the bar. Sarah perched herself on the bar stool again. The tightness of Mina's skirt prevented her doing the same, but it did not prevent her trying, much to the hilarity of Tom and Sarah and the amusement of others in the club. "If you took it off you could do it." Sarah suggested. "I am not stripping down to my panties just to sit on a bar stool!" Mina retorted. So she stood next to Tom and slipped an arm around his waist. "Besides, I have a better place just here right now." Tom took advantage of her closeness to slide his hand over her hip and down her thigh until he was able to touch her hose covered thigh. She did not object. Neither did Sarah as she watched him do it. Tom's fingers lipped over the hem of Mina's skirt and threatened to pull it further up her leg. "Tom." Mina said quietly, or what passed as quietly in the noise of the club. He looked at her, and she kissed him full on the mouth. "you're being very naughty!" "But she likes you!" Sarah hooted clearly enjoying the situation. She waved her hand palm upwards up and down as an apparent instruction to her boyfriend to lift her pal's skirt even higher. He put a bit more tension on the hem and it released a bit more of Mina's thigh. Eventually it got to the point where the resistance was such that he felt if he pulled anymore, the stitching would part. Had this been Sarah's skirt he would not have hesitated, but he was not sure of his ground with Mina, so he relaxed his grip. In reaching for his drink with the now released arm, his other hand brush against Mina's breasts. "Get her tits out!" Sarah encouraged him. He confined himself to slipping his hand inside her blouse and fondling her right breast. "She likes that too!" Sarah suggested. "Shut up Sarah!" Mina said sharply, but did not pull away or ask Tom to stop what he was doing. "I told you she likes it." Sarah confirmed. Mina simply let her head fall to one side and rest against Tom's shoulder. The music had livened up "Why don't you two go and dance?" Sarah asked. "I'm quite happy her.....re." Mina grumbled. "Dance!" Sarah instructed her. Tom extricated his hand from inside Mina's blouse and taking her hand moved to the nearest part of the dance floor to the bar. The fact that his hand had been inside the blouse meant that it was not quite as tightly tucked into her skirt as it had been. This became apparent as she moved to the music. She looked down and saw the movement of her breasts against the prominent white of her blouse, looked at Tom and smiled. As they danced, Tom attempted to release a bit more of the blouse from the waistband of her skirt. He met with some success, but was helped on one occasion when she pulled a bit more out herself. Now it could be seen, when viewing from directly in front of her, that she was naked under the blouse. Her brown skin glistening with sweat as it ran down between her breasts. Suddenly she pulled him close and shouted in his ear. "If you're going to do it – Do it!" With that, she pirouetted away from him so he was forced to follow him to a darker corner of the dance floor. As they moved to the music, she virtually presented herself to him, shaking her breasts from side to side. They nearly came out of her blouse of their own accord, but not quite. Tom was moved to reaching to her waist and wrenching the blouse away from its protection of the skirt. The only people who saw was Sarah, who was watching like a hawk and the disc-jockey who was amused but not shocked to see a pair of Indian tits on the dance floor. Mina held her blouse closed as they walked towards Sarah. Then Mina put her mouth very close to Tom's ear. "If you and Sarah don't work out, ....... Remember me Tom!" Tom was shocked by this but kept silent. They rejoined Sarah at the edge of the floor. "Satisfied now?" Mina demanded of her. "Satisfied?" Sarah sounded incredulous. "Satisfied? Absolutely not! You clear off to the darkest corner and cover yourself immediately. I don't call that flashing at all!" "I suppose you're going to do better!" Mina retorted. "Damn right I am! In the middle of the floor under the brightest lights or it doesn't happen!" Sarah turned to Tom, "Get that?" Tom nodded. "Right let's finish our drinks and get into action." Finishing their drinks took a little longer than they thought as there were so many lined up on the bar. Eventually they, having taken their time, downed the remaining drinks. Nobody was feeling any pain. In fact they were all very jolly. Mina had pulled her blouse completely out of her skirt and had fastened only the very bottom button, which was way below her waist. The effect was good from Tom's point of view as her cleavage was completely in view, although her nipples were hidden. Sarah commented "I don't think they get to see much daylight nowadays, do they?" "No," Mina admitted, "things have been a bit slow lately." Then she added, with a snort, "But it's not daylight in here anyhow!" "Shall we dance madam?" Tom asked Sarah. Mina gave a whoop of delight. "Do it to her Tom!" Sarah slid off her stool allowing the hem of her nightdress, so similar to a cocktail dress in the poor light, slide way up revealing her body to above waist level. "I want to do something first." Tom told her. She turned to face him her arms spread wide. He reached over and snapped both shoulder straps. Almost automatically Sarah brought her hand to her chest in order to stop the garment from falling to the floor. "Good!" Tom said. "I want you to try and stop it from falling off no matter what happens." "Really?" Sarah was nonplussed. "Really, you won't succeed, it will fall off and I will still dance with you as long as you want me to." Sarah kissed him. "I'm getting turned on by the thought of you stripping me in my home town, where people know me, feel me, I'm wet through!" "I'll do that." Mina interjected. She turned to Tom "she's right!, she's ready." Tom walked into the middle of the dance floor and beckoned Sarah towards him. As he did so the music changed to a slower number and took her in his arms. They were joined by another two couples, taking advantage of the chance to smooch a little. As they moved, you could hardly call it dancing, to the music, it was still a little too loud, but that gave Tom the chance he wanted. He reached behind Sarah, and gripping the top of the back of her nightdress, ripped through the top seam, just enough to get it started for later in the dance. She allowed him to do the same to the front bodice. Still holding it up to stop it falling she looked at him with bright clear eyes and said "I love you Tom." She fell into his arms again and he very slowly eased the tear in the back of the dress further and further down her back he stopped a little below her waist. The two sides fell away to reveal her perfect back. She kissed him, "I'm yours Tom. Yours completely, I want you to know that." "I do know it, and I love you Sarah for letting me do this." "Then do it." She insisted. The disc jockey must have thought they'd all had enough smooching so he upped the tempo a little. All the couples moved a step apart from each other and began more dance-like movements. This involved Sarah spinning round in front of Tom and he saw for the first time how far down her back the tear had gone. He moved in to grab her, but she twisted away from him, one arm in the air the other clasping her dress to her chest. Sooner or later of course he caught her, or she let him catch her, whichever view you might take of it. He caught her in his arms and she was side on to him. He reached round to one of the tears that he and Mina put into the dress in the pub, gripped it and extended it right up to the armpit stitching, which held. By now the other couples on the dance floor had noticed what was going on. The only staff member taking any notice was the guy running the music. The "Floor Supervisors" having a quiet night were in a huddle, swapping jokes away from the main floor. The next thing the watchers saw was Tom spinning Sarah round so he could do the same ripping on the other side. By now, the front and back of the garment were only held together by the stitching under the arms. As both participants were seemingly enjoying what they were doing, no-one raised any alarm. Tom and Sarah realised they were being watched, so added a bit more show to the spectacle. When Tom tore down the front of her dress, the hem stitching held together. Sarah manfully held the rags to her bosom with a single hand as Tom spun her round again and ripped the back tear right down and through the hem. Now she was effectively naked, certainly from behind. He grabbed hold of the remains of the nightdress and ripped it out of her hand. There was a cheer from the observers, strangely this did not alert the security guys, who continued their tête-à-tête. Sarah was in her element now and the disc jockey moved to a different track which enabled Sarah to exploit her nakedness. She went on dancing for a full minute before one of the floor managers noticed her. Even he was transfixed for a few seconds before images of his licence being questioned prompted him to step in. The manager got booed by the other dancers, as he escorted Sarah and Tom to the side of the floor. "Have you got anything to put on?" He asked. She nodded. "Well put it on and you can stay." "Really? I thought we might get thrown out." Sarah told him. "It's a quiet night, nobody seems to object, so put something on and stay. But no more stripping!" He told her. He walked away to tell his mates what he had seen and said. His face when he saw he wearing Tom's linen jacket was a picture. He half heartedly took a step towards her, then stopped, shrugged and waved his hand despairingly as he turned away. Needless to say, the jacket didn't stay fastened for very long, but nobody minded. Especially when Sarah and Mina danced together, as somehow the single button on Mina's blouse came undone too. The group of girls who were together got the giggles when one of them lifted her top to reveal her bra covered tits, soon they were all doing it. The main event being over Tom and the two girls decided to call it a night, especially as Sarah was hot for a fucking. They walked down the street towards Tom's apartment block. "Are you coming back up Mina?" Tom asked. "Nahh. It's too late now." She replied. "But you came round for your stuff." Sarah protested. "I'll get it some other time." She told them as she buttoned up her blouse which had still been open up to that point. "I'll leave you here. I'll give you a ring Sarah." With a kiss she was gone. "I think she enjoyed the evening." Tom said. "I bloody well know she enjoyed the evening!" Sarah told him. They walked in silence for a while before she said. "I feel very naked in just this jacket, after all it is not very long." "Don't you like being nearly naked in the street?" Tom asked, somewhat concerned. "When I'm with you, I love it." She answered, "really love it!" "Would you have danced on longer in the club, if the manager hadn't stopped you?" "Definitely, I was getting really turned on, it was all I could do not to finger myself!" "Like this?" Tom slipped his hand to her groin and found her labia, still slightly damp. "Exactly like that!" Sarah hugged him, "In fact the way I was feeling just a that moment, if you had thrown me to the floor and fucked there and then I wouldn't have stopped you." They had reached the apartment block. "How about a fuck in the lift?" Tom suggested. "You are such a romantic!" Sarah told him sarcastically, his fingers still working their magic inside her. Then "Aren't there CCTV cameras in the lift which George monitors?" "Yes." "Then it's a definite yes from me!" Sarah almost shrieked. "Are we going to walk in the front doors with your hand still up my cunt?" "What do you think?" "I think you would if you could!" she pushed his hand away, "but you can't." Sex in the lift did not last long because, the trip was not long enough. They finished their session just in side the door of the apartment on the floor. She was still wearing the jacket as he pumped her full of his seed. They were both exhausted as well as being more than a little drunk. They slept where they were, his penis still inside her, but now flaccid and soft. The mixture of sperm and her juices ran out of her on to the cream coloured linen jacket. After a while, she woke and eased him off her. He then woke and saw the mess on the jacket. "That'll need cleaning." He muttered. "I'll take it in tomorrow," she told him, "In fact I'll wear it into the shop. I like the smell of you on me." The next evening, as they sat eating a pizza in front of the television, "I have something to tell you." "What again?" He asked. "No! Not that, - at least not yet." She giggled. "About this exhibition at the weekend. Fred and I have been invited to dinner on the Saturday night. Fred has accepted, so It means we are to travel up after closing on Saturday and meeting up for dinner, then staying overnight. Do you mind?" "Double room?" "Absolutely not!" She laughed, "I love Fred dearly but not to the extent of sleeping with him!" "So you are going to leave me all alone on my own, with no-one to wank me." Tom said sadly. "I've been thinking about that," She said. "Really?" "Yes really." She put down her pizza and reached across and kissed him. "I love you with all my heart, and trust you implicitly." "You mad fool!" "Shut up and listen." "One thing before you go on." He held her hands. "What?" "This dinner with the suppliers and Fred." "What about it?" "I want you to be naked under your dress." "If that's what you want." "It is." "OK then, but listen." She took a breath. "Mina is having a bad time at the moment, what with one thing or another, she need cheering up." "She seemed pretty cheerful the other night." Sarah sighed, "She was and she certainly enjoyed our company, and what we got up to. Would you take her out for dinner on Saturday evening? Please? For me?" "Just for dinner." "Well you could always bring her back here for coffee and the like." "Coffee and the like?" "Use your imagination.!" "What exactly are you asking, telling me to do?" "Anything goes." "Anything?" "So if she wants to spend the night here that's ok?" "Of course!" She replied, And if she wants spend the night in your bed, that's ok too." "You know what's likely to happen, if she spends the night in my –our bed." "Of course!" "You don't mind?" "Of course not, I love the pair of you and let's face it, it won't be the first time you and her will have had sex." "But you were there last time." "I know, but I also want to give Mina a good time." "I thought that was a job you were giving to me!" Tom laughed. "Don't act stupid!" She slapped him on the arm. They went to bed that night and made soft passionate love, there was no hard fucking or severe shagging, they slept in each other's arms after truly consummating their love for each other. The next couple of days went by without incident or comment from either of them. On the Friday evening, she modelled her dress for the Saturday evening dinner. It was a long translucent deep vee necked pale green dress with lots of tiny pleats which helped to prevent it being see through. "I will have to wear stockings with it, so I have bought some white hold ups. Do you like the back?" She turned round to show it was almost completely backless. There was a ribbon tie between the shoulders across the back to secure it, but she hadn't done them up. "Wear it like that." Tom said hoarsely "Like what?" "Without that ribbon thing done up." "They're there to stop it slipping off my shoulders." "I know! Wear it like that please!" "OK but I'll have to do something with them, I can't have them hanging down." "Cut them off." "I can't, this dress belongs to my mother!" "Is she ever going to wear it again?" "I wouldn't think so." "Does she want it back?" "Probably not." "Then cut the bloody ribbons off!" Sarah looked at him, "I'll unpick them, then I can sew them back on if necessary." "It won't be necessary." "Anyway," She said turning to face him, I haven't shown you this." This, turned out to be a slit in the skirt up to the top of one thigh. "Like it?" "Love it! Wear it out for dinner with me next week." "I thought you might say that, of course I will." "Have you got everything else ready?" "Yes, But I had to buy a new suit, I'm hoping that Fred will let the business pay for that, it was very expensive, the old one was too shabby." That evening Tom phoned Mina and asked her out to dinner the following night. She seemed surprised and delighted to be asked, but was a bit reluctant to commit until she had spoken to Sarah. It turns out that Sarah phoned her on the Saturday morning and gave her blessing, after which Mina phoned to accept the invitation. "Nice quiet dinner this time, no disco either if that's what you'd like." Tom had told her. "We'll see." She had replied Tom popped into the shop to let Sarah know it was all set, and jokingly to warn Fred to keep his hands off Sarah. "You can look, but not touch." Tom said with a smile. "She's my secret weapon, I'm hoping that we can do a deal on Saturday evening and make a start back after lunch on Sunday." Fred told him. "She won't be any secret if she wears the dress she showed me!" Tom guffawed. "Really I am most intrigued." Fred replied scratching his chin and looking at Sarah in a new light. Sarah smiled angelically at them both. Mina arrived by taxi at the apartment block, she didn't want to be picked up from her house by Tom. George rang Tom to say she had arrived. She was wearing an outdoor coat and a wrap. "Can I go up as I want to leave my coat in the apartment," she asked George. "Of course." He replied and phoned Tom again to tell him the new arrangement. As a consequence Tom was waiting for her at the lift when she arrived at his floor. "Why the coat?" he asked. "It's not that cold is it?" "No." She replied, "I just didn't want my Dad to see my dress." "Really?" Tom said with a smile, then a smirk, "May I take Madam's coat?" "Mina WOW!" He was taken aback by the sight before him. She was wearing a white crotched dress with large holes at the front of her midriff and progressively smaller ones at crucial places like where her nipples and pubes were, but there were holes there too. It was a halter neck style and backless to below her waist. The brown skin of her belly sported a jewelled stud in her navel. The skirt of which there was not much, was full in the sense that the hem was a longer measurement than the waist measurement, but it was comprised mainly of holes rather than wool. It was clear that she was not wearing a bra and while he was trying to work out if she was wearing a thong or not, she put him right on that score. "Sarah said if she was not allowed any underwear tonight, neither was I. So here I am. You like it?" She did a twirl which caused the skirt to flutter. "Don't worry, I can twirl a lot faster than that!" She did a fast spin and the skirt few out almost horizontally. They descended in the lift. She had her long printed muslin wrap round her shoulders, in fact it was so long she had folded it three times to make it a reasonable length, even then it reached her thighs when round her shoulders. "Just in case anything happens to the dress!" she joked. At least he thought she might be joking. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 06 Tom called a taxi and took Mina to a high level restaurant and nightspot a few miles out of town. Their booked table was not quite ready, (they were early) so they sat in the bar. "This is very kind of you Tom, taking me out like this. It looks very expensive here." "It's a sort of dry run." Tom replied. "I am trying it out for when Sarah gets back. If it works out OK I'll bring her here too." "So I'm a sort of guinea pig!" Mina said, trying to sound annoyed but failing. "But a very beautiful one." Tom told her squeezing her hand. The waiter brought the menu so they could order at their leisure. Mina was wearing her wrap so that the revealing nature of her dress was not immediately obvious. Only the amount of thigh on display indicated how short the skirt was. They took their time deciding what to order, the waiter helping them decide, telling them about each dish. They finally settled on their meal and soon the Sommelier arrived. She was a beautiful long haired brunette wearing a very classy, but sexy black dress. She was brilliant, lavishing attention on them both with equal measure. She helped them select both a main course wine and a dessert wine. It was a bit extravagant, but Tom told her that Mina and him were having a very special date, but he did not elaborate. After she'd gone, Mina offered the opinion that the Sommelier had fancied Tom. "I don't think so." He said, "She just fancied my wallet." He took another sip of his drink, "anyway she certainly liked you, she was giving you a really good look over." "I suppose she was wondering what a gentleman like you saw in a woman like me." "You are the most beautiful and sexy woman in the room," Mina was just taking a sip of her drink when Tom continued, "and no doubt she was weighing up her chances with you!" Mina choked on her drink, with some of it coming back down her nose. "Tom!" she scolded him, "Stop it!" They sat talking for a little while longer then a syrupy waiter suddenly appeared, telling them their table was ready. Neither of them saw him coming, it was as if he appeared out of nowhere. Mina followed him with Tom bringing up the rear, watching the smooth wiggle of Mina's buttocks hardly hidden at all by the crocheted skirt. They were shown to a corner table , where they could both sit and face out into the restaurant. The food arrived as if by magic with three people waiting on them, two men and a young woman. As quickly as they appeared, they were gone, leaving the couple to enjoy their meal. Tom reached under the table, "Mina, give me your hand." She did as she had been bidden. "You know when we were dancing in the nightclub and you said that if ever things between Sarah and I didn't work out, you'd be there for me?" "Don't remind me Tom, it was an awful thing to say, Sarah is my best friend and I wouldn't do anything to hurt her or try to break you two up." Mina was almost in tears. "Mina." Tom began. "Please let me finish, Tom," Mina pleaded with him. "I know why I said it, and it has more than an element of truth in it, but I would never forgive you or myself if we were to cause Sarah and you to part." "Thank you for saying that Mina," Tom replied, "Sarah and I are not going to break up, so you can relax on that point. I know that you and her go back a long way and I have no intention of coming between you and her. I wants us all three to be the best of friends." Mina smiled at him through tear filled eyes. "You are a lovely man Tom and I hope you and I can become good friends too." "I'm glad that that is settled, Tom said softly, "now enjoy your meal and the rest of the evening, because later on I want to shag the arse off you!" Mina laughed out loud at that, causing some faces to be turned their way in the restaurant. "Sarah told me to wear a "Fuck me" dress tonight, because she would have done if she was here." She whispered. "Are you looking forward to having sex whilst still fully clothed in the bath?" Tom asked her. "If that's what you want Tom." "Oh no!" Tom exclaimed. "This night is about you and what you want, do you understand that?" "In that case Yes to both counts." Mina said wearing a big wide smile. "On the other hand we could go out into the grounds and fuck against a tree." Tom looked at her as he made the suggestion. "That too if you like, Surprise me." She told him. It surprised them both how quickly the time had passed, and by the time they were having their after dinner coffee, they had been there almost three hours. "Shall we try and find the ballroom?" Tom asked. "Yes, that would be nice. Do you want to show me off to the other guests?" "Definitely, are you up for that?" "Tom," she sounded a little exasperated, "Have you seen how I'm dressed? Of course I'm up for that!" "How long have you had that dress by the way?" Tom asked her. "A couple of weeks, I bought it off the internet, intending to wear it only at a small intimate party. I never imagined wearing it in public!" "I'm glad you did." "I did it for you, Tom." She sighed "Sarah has told me to expect that anything I might wear may not survive the night. So tonight what's mine is yours. Just get me home safely." "I will." Tom told her as they walked through the corridors of the hotel, "although not necessarily dressed." Mina laughed, "That's why I brought the wrap." "Even that, is only muslin and see through." He noted. "Precisely. I didn't want to spoil all your fun." She snuggled up to his arm. They heard the sounds of a dance band and followed them to the ballroom. It was busy, but not overcrowded. They were playing a waltz. "Let's dance Mina." She melted into his arms and their bodies moulded together, their pelvises gently nudging each other. "I wonder if you are the only one on this dance floor not wearing panties." He whispered into her ear. She gently slapped his shoulder, "I bet I'm not, have you seen how tight some of those silk dresses are? I haven't seen a VPL at all yet." "Are you trying to turn me on?" he asked, "Telling me that most of the women surrounding me are naked under their dresses? Some of them look like really classy women." "They are the worst." They continued dancing for a long time, luxuriating in the smooth sounds of the band. "Do you want a drink Mina?" She shook her head, "Now I am very happy as I am. I don't want the dancing to get any faster, I like it here in your arms." "You realise that we are going to have to do some quickstep or even Rock'n'Roll don't you, I want everyone to see that neat little arse you've got." He told her. She shuddered slightly and murmured "I know!" He detected the shudder, "do you not want to do it?" he asked. "Yes I do!" she told him emphatically, "None of my boyfriends has ever asked me to do anything like this. I'm so excited at the prospect, of people seeing me displaying my body for my partner. In fact I've changed my mind, I would like a drink, a big stiff one and I will be ready." He guided her over to the bar and sat her on a high bar stool. She crossed her legs, but he manipulated them so that one thigh crossed the other about half way up. She felt uncomfortable, but was delighted that her legs were so exposed and that she was getting some attention. It wasn't long before the tempo of the music increased sufficiently that some dancers were jiving. "Your time has come Mina, leave your wrap here and let's flash some flesh." Tom said to her. She almost wet herself with delight as she slid down from the stool and her dress caught up on it, momentarily exposing her bum cheeks. Tom handed her wrap to one of the barmen and told him to keep it for her. There were a number of mostly older people standing round the edge of the dance floor watching the more energetic ones jiving. Tom had to push his way politely through the three deep audience reaching behind himself to pull Mina along. She needed no pulling she was as anxious as he was to get dancing. They started in a fairly conservatory fashion. But he loved the way she spun round and her skirt flew out. He could see her breasts moving inside the holey dress and he was getting very excited at the prospect of a nipple flash. They weren't used to each other's dancing so no ambitious moves were made. But every now and then he put his arm around her and displaced her dress allowing either her bum to be seen or almost a whole breast. After a while they realised that many more people were watching than dancing, indeed some of the dancers had stopped to watch him and Mina. She was getting her wish to put on a show, there was no doubt in the minds of anyone watching that she was naked under her dress. It was clear that the band were going into the big finish so her tried the through the legs move where Mina slid down through his legs and was pulled back so her legs were thrown into the air. Luckily Mina twigged on to his plan and co-operated. She pulled her feet together and slid her legs along the floor between his. Her dress caught a little on his trousers and she ended up exposed from the waist down. The return move relied on him pulling her back with such force that she would be thrown into the air, holding on to his shoulders. Again as this happened, her dress slid up her body almost to breast level exposing her bum and pussy to all. She landed back on her feet to a rapturous round of applause from most who were watching, some of the women looked disgusted, but they were more than countered by those who enjoyed the show. They made their way back to the bar and found drinks being bought for them. One man came up and said what a wonderful show they had put on, but someone had complained to the management about her nudity, but he had been dissuaded from acting on the complaints by those who had enjoyed the dancing. The barman offered Mina's wrap back but she told him to hang on to it for a little longer. After a refreshing drink, slow dancing was back, the main lights had been dimmed and only the wall lights round the room remained on. This gave an intimate feel to even such a large room. Mina and Tom smooched their way round the floor. Their arms wrapped around each other. Tom put one hand to the back of her neck and kissed her for the first time that night. Her response was her tongue into his mouth. They stayed like that for a moment or two. She pulled her face away from his sufficiently to say, "It's a hook and eye, Tom." He realised that he was holding the halter top fastening of her dress. "It undoes like a bra." She whispered. He needed no further instruction and moments later the halter had slipped forward and their body pressure and his hand on her breast were all that was stopping the dress from falling off. He was enjoying himself, but she was in heaven! They danced until the band packed up and left. Her halter was reconnected and her wrap collected. "Would you like a walk in the grounds, or shall we go home?" Tome asked her. "Let's go home." She said quietly. They were really lucky with a taxi. One had just dropped off some guests who were staying at the hotel having been out somewhere else for the evening. The driver was very pleased to pick up a return fare. George was on station in reception (does he ever go home?) "Evening Mr Ward" he greeted Tom and had a smirk on his face when he saw that it was not Sarah on his arm. "Had a good night sir?" "Thank you George, yes we have." Tom told him as they waited for the lift doors to open. As they stepped inside the car, Tom suggested to Mina that she had been wearing her dress for long enough that evening. "I thought you wanted to throw me into the bath whilst I was still wearing it." Mina responded. "That was only one of a number of options." He told her, reaching behind her neck to unfasten the clip. Mina grinned at him as she spread her arms wide and let the garment slither to the floor. She pulled her wrap round herself and said "Satisfied now?" Tom looked at her encased only in the beautiful printed muslin wrap, "I am only disappointed that you did not wear that on the dance floor instead of your dress." "I'll show you." She said. She unravelled the wrap and wound it round herself to form a sort of dress. "You like it?" "Bugger me!" Exclaimed Tom, If I had known you could do that, I'd have insisted that you would have come out with me dressed like that." "Sorry, kid, you missed your chance." She was laughing at him. "Would you have done it?" He asked "Yes, I think I would have, going where we went tonight, although jiving would have been out of the question of course." They arrived at the correct floor and stepped across the hall way towards the apartment. "Wave at George." Tom told her indicating a CCTV camera in the corner. She did as he said and did a little curtsey to the camera. Inside, he took her in his arms and said "I've had a whale of a time tonight and if you have," She nodded, "and want to leave it there," (she shook her head), "then I suppose we could go to bed." (she nodded again). She took his hand and led him to the bedroom where she threw herself on the bed. "Make love to me Tom." She said softly and watch as he slowly disrobed, determined to build up the atmosphere. He was right to do so as she was more than ready for him when he joined her, naked on the bed. "You'll have to unwrap me." She told him. She had made such a good job of winding the wrap round herself and tucking it in that he was a bit nonplussed as to where to start. She giggled "I learnt to tie a sari many years ago and it came in handy tonight." She made him fight his way into the garment, while she collapsed in a fit of giggles. Eventually he had her free of any encumbrances and he lay on top of her kissing her gently. "Thank you for tonight, Tom, it's been lovely." "Lovely?" He questioned. "And exciting." She added, "It was great to think of all those people seeing me." "I should think so too!" Tom told her, "I was proud to be seen with you, you beautiful, sexy woman, you. You liked being exposed in next to nothing to strangers.?" "I did and Sarah told me to expect to be shown off, so I went with it and loved it!" She laughed, "to think last week I was reluctant to take off my bra! Now you have opened a Pandora's Box, you have turned me into a right exhibitionist." Tom smiled. "What are you smiling at?" she asked. "Sarah said she had been hoping to meet someone like me, who would allow her to indulge in her latent wish to play risqué games." "Right, Tom, turn over and let me indulge you for a moment." He rolled over on to his back and she slid down his body and took his penis into her mouth. She hesitated for a moment. "Would you like me to be a really dirty girl for you?" She received a grunt in reply, which indicated his acquiescence, so she lifted his leg and started to lick his perineum which is the patch of skin between the scrotum and the anus. He jerked so much that he knocked her head with his thigh. "No-one has ever done that to me before!" he gasped. He lifted his legs higher in an invitation for her to continue. She needed no second bidding and ran the flat of her tongue along the reddish, slightly sweaty, skin. "Ahhhh," he moaned, then she took one of his testicles into her mouth and just gently gripped it with her teeth. He was writhing in a mixture of agony and ecstasy this was a new experience for him and he was somewhat horrified at what might happen, but not wanting her to stop what she was doing. She teased him with her teeth, threatening to bite, but still using her tongue on the part of the scrotum in her mouth. She clearly could not talk while she was busy, so she reached above her head and found his penis with her hand. Pulling his foreskin back, found his stigola, the hole in the end of the urethra, with her fingernail and waggled it back and forth. She was giving him quite a few new experiences this night and he was not sure quite how much he was enjoying them. She relaxed after a while and then took his penis in her hand and began to wank him whilst looking directly at his face. She smiled, in fact displayed a wide grin. "I have other tricks." she said. "You are some girl Mina!" he groaned. "Where did you learn to do that?" "My brother." "Your brother!?" He sat bolt upright. She burst into a hearty laugh, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" when she had stopped laughing, tears streaming down her cheeks, she said, "Your face! It was a picture!" When she had got his full attention, "actually it was one of my aunts, who told me how to do it." "Your aunt?" "Yes, in our culture we are taught how to treat our men, and it is often the aunts that teach the younger girls in the little things that can please men. You have heard of the Karma Sutra?" he nodded, "well," she said with an enormous wink, "not all things are written down." "Blimey!" Tom uttered, "How long have you been doing that to men?" "You are the first." "Wow!" "Did you like it?" "Well it was certainly stimulating. I'm still making up my mind whether I liked it or not. It wasn't unpleasant, just unexpected. You certainly are a girl of surprises." "Maybe, I can try it again sometime, perhaps later, after you have pumped your seed into me." He made a grab for her, "now that is something that I enjoy!" He rolled her on to her back, lifted her legs, which she curled round his body and slid his extremely erect penis into her. They made soft gentle love, a sexual meeting of two lovers, no-one was in a rush to climax and that made it much more enjoyable. After a while they began moving in a gentle rhythm working in harmony to each satisfy the other. The orgasms, when they came were almost simultaneous, she having her first before him. This spurred him on to greater effort and he injected three, four, five streams of ejaculate into her willing body. She clamped him hard in her and held him there until his hardness had gone. He rolled on to his back and she clambered on top of him allowing the mixture of her juices and his sperm to run out of her all over his chest. She then slithered down and rubbed it over him with her breasts. He pulled her to him and they kissed for several minutes, tonguing each other, her arms around his neck and his hands caressing her buttocks. His fingers found her anus and he began to run his finger round her rim. "That's something that no man has ever done to me." She whispered, "would you like to try?" "Give me time to recover first sweetie." He murmured, "you have no idea what you have taken out of me tonight." "Of course." She whispered, "but when you do, be gentle with me." "I'll be as gentle as a lamb." They lay in each other's arms for some time, before she started playing with his penis again. It began to show signs of life, which she took as an encouraging sign and eventually of course he developed a decent erection, he looked at her "ready?" "Yes, but....." she hesitated, "could you find something, to ... to help?" "A lubricant?" "Yes." "OK then." He got up and disappeared out of the bedroom. "Mina!" he called from the other room. "What?" "I'm coming ready or not!" She got off the bed and knelt on the floor, with her legs splayed out and her torso across the bed. He knelt behind her she felt something cold, soft and creamy being applied to her backside. "It's cold! What is it?" "Don't ask!" She giggled but stopped doing so almost immediately as she felt fingers applying the cream, to the edge of her rectum. The fingers were then replaced by something bigger and harder. He stayed at the very entrance of her anus. "You must tell me if you want me to stop." He instructed her. "I mean it!" "Yes!" she gasped. "do it!" she gave a sharp intake of breath as he ease slowly into her. It felt wet and messy, and tight but slippery. It felt as though her whole body was being invaded. She felt his groin touch her buttocks and knew he was right in. She was sure that she could feel his prick pushing against her womb. This was obviously impossible and just a feeling, a feeling she was beginning to like. "Tom." Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 06 "Yes?" "Fuck me up there!" He began to move, gently at first and them more insistently, so much so that he was having to be careful not to come out on the back stroke. He placed his greasy hands on her shoulders and thrust into her with such force that the bed was moving away from them. Finally he came. He spat his semen into her arse, and after a couple spurts, her pulled back and his penis fell out of her. He stood up and she knelt before him and took his slippery smelly prick into her mouth. He plunged his hands, into her hair still covered in what he had used as a lubricant, which lay in a tub on the bed, he held her head, so she couldn't get his prick out of her mouth. There was no need for this as she was sucking and licking it clean. He suddenly had an urge to make a mess of her. He reached over and took a handful of the spreadable margarine that was in the tub and rubbed it into her hair. She was aware that he was rubbing her hair in a strange manner, but she didn't care, she wanted that penis in her mouth. He decided that putting margarine in her hair was fun and took another handful and slapped it on top of her head. He rubbed it in like shampoo, making sure that he missed not a hair. He massaged the messy hair, round the back of her neck and behind her ears, her hair was a complete mess. "What have you done to me?" she was still on her knees and looking up at him. Her arms still round his thighs. "I didn't want to waste any." he said. "Waste any what?" "You'll see. Did you not like it?" She now knew her hair was covered in something greasy, but didn't know what it was. "I didn't mind at all." She whispered, the somewhat more concerned , "Will it wash out?" "Of course!" he told her. "Then do your worst!" she tipped her head forward so he scraped the last of the margarine out of the tub and rubbed all over her bare back. He stood her up and anointed her breasts with the residue and gave a final messy slap to her pubes. "You, Tom, are a dirty bugger!" she said kissing him and smiling. "It was you who suggested that you were a dirty girl." He said. She spread her hands, "Well I am now, for sure! And by the way Tom, you're also a lot of fun." They showered together, washing each other down, a great deal of shampoo was used to ensure that all the grease was out of her hair and off her body. They returned to the bedroom and slept. There was a phone was ringing somewhere far away, then it seemed to get closer, and Tom realised it was the bedside phone waking them. "Hallo." "Where were you, still in bed?" It was Sarah. "Huh?" "We're on our way back, should be there in a couple of hours, we've had lunch. Bye" The line went dead. He looked across at a naked Mina, lying on her front, her arms and legs spread eagled. "What a temptation." He thought to himself and reached across and rubbed his finger along her expose slit. She groaned and shifted herself. He looked at the clock it was 2.oopm. "God! Look at the flat!" He roused Mina, "Mina it's two in the afternoon. Wake up!" She was brilliant, he got the breakfast (!) whilst she cleaned up the apartment. She changed the bed and put the sheets into wash and in what seemed no time at all, the place was spotless. She had to borrow one of Sarah's dresses to go home in. Tom wanted to drive her, but she insisted not, so he called a taxi for her. They waited in the vestibule of the complex, for once George was not on duty. "Mina," Tom began. She put her fingers to his lips, "Don't say anything. I had a lovely time and if the opportunity raises itself, I'd like to do it again." She kissed him on the lips as the taxi pulled up outside. "Go and get ready to welcome your girlfriend home." As she neared the doors, "Will you tell her everything?" "I... er.... I haven't decided." "Do!" she told him, "because I will, we tell each other everything." With that, she turned away from him and headed outside as she did so, she turned and faced him and lifted the hem of her dress to show him that she was naked underneath it. Then she was gone. Not too long after that, Tom heard a key in the door and Sarah walked in. She looked a little tired. She slumped on to the sofa still in her business suit. Tom brought her a cup of tea and they talked. "How did it go?" Tom asked. "Brilliantly," she said, wearily. " During dinner, Fred and I did a super deal on a new machine, it has a lot more capacity, computer controlled and should cost a lot less to run. After that Joe and John, the dealers took us out to celebrate and it went on a bit." "Tell me all about it." Tom said. "Oh not now, let me relax and tell me about your night." "Well Mina turned up wearing this heavy coat..........." He began and went into the story, missing nothing out – at all! In fact in the telling Tom found himself getting a little aroused. "You dirty pair of buggers!" Sarah exclaimed, "I'm quite jealous! The margarine! What a surprise for her." She looked at him with a tired smile. "When are you going surprise me then matey?" "Right now!" he said. "Oh, not now Tom, I'm too tired." She pleaded. "You don't have to do a thing, just lay back and relax." The next thing she knew, he was kneeling by her feet brandishing a big pair of scissors. She watched amazed as he made a cut right through the hem of the skirt of her business suit. "No Tom not the suit....Shit!" She was too late as he proceeded to advance up the skirt, cutting everything in his way, skirt, tights, panties, blouse, bra everything. He pulled everything back and exposed her from neck to feet. She wasn't tired any more. As she became resigned to losing her precious and expensive suit, in a perverse way she began to enjoy the process. So much so that when he lay on top of her, her arms locked round his neck and her tongue down his throat. "You are a crazy bastard Tom , but I love you!" He carried her, still half dressed in a suit cut in half, into the bedroom where they took great delight in cutting all her clothes into small pieces. The sex was great. He started by standing at the foot of the bed, whilst she lay in the rags that had been her smart suit, blouse and undies. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders and kissed, sucked and licked her vulva until she begged him to fuck her. After a shower, they sat in robes eating a pizza. Tom had insisted in Sarah going down to the entrance hall to collect it off the delivery man in just her bathrobe. She did it to please him especially as he had confiscated the belt so she had to hold it closed. There was a momentary difficulty when she had to pay the man, take the delivery and hold her robe closed all at the same time. She didn't quite manage it but she knew that would be the case before se left the apartment. "Tell me about the exhibition." Tom asked. "Well we didn't get to the exhibition yesterday as you know we didn't leave here until after closing time. We went straight to the hotel, had a quick coffee then changed for dinner." "Did you wear the dress as I had asked you to?" "Of course! She said sounding surprised that he should ask. "the only things I wore under my dress were my white hold ups. That was a thing too. I hadn't realised that the tops, you know the welts, would show through my dress. It wasn't so obvious when I modelled it for you, because I didn't have my stockings on then. When I put them on, it was immediately obvious that I was naked und the dress as there was no sign of panties." "Anyway as I walked to the bar to meet Fred, he was wowed , he called me his secret weapon. He had never seen me in anything other than my work clothes, so I came as a bit of a surprise to him. He was fascinated by my daring and as soon as we met up with John and Joe, Fred asked them what they thought of my dress. They twigged straight away, so I was their favourite all evening. I was getting excited about being so underdressed that my nipples became more prominent. Some how or other I had to be the one to keep bending over to get papers out of Fred's briefcase, whilst they all ogled my arse. We negotiated a deal before going into dinner. We got a super deal, far better than Fred thought we would get. Anyway, during dinner they tried to get me drunk, but I was wise to that one and took things very slowly. They kept looking at my nipples poking through the light material, but I didn't mind, in fact I quite liked it. John and Joe insisted that we made a night of it and visit a nightclub under one of the hotels. They all wanted to dance with me and then they discovered how far the slit in the dress would open up if they swung me round. I am afraid I teased them a bit, because when we were sitting down in the nightclub, I pulled the slit round and exposed my legs for them." "How much leg?" Tom asked. "As much as there was." She said with a giggle, "or perhaps a tiny bit more. At one point I was in a two-seater settee with Joe and amazingly the slit crept up to above my hip, I don't know how that happened." "Did he do it?" "Oh no!" She insisted, "They looked but didn't touch, except for when we were dancing of course. Then the shoulder of the dress wouldn't stay in place and would slide down my arm. That was your fault of course. But you knew that was going to happen didn't you?" Tom nodded. "Did any of them try to cop a feel?" "Only once and then I made sure they knew the ground rules, so I helped out by doing a bit of flashing for them on the walk back to the hotel. The bar was still open so we sat and had a few more drinks and I was able to be a little less careful with my dress." "A little less careful?" "Yes you know the sort of thing, I would twist round in my seat and the dress would get rucked up and I wouldn't notice, or I would laugh at one of their jokes and the top of the dress would slip, letting my tits show for a second or two, until I "noticed", I would say "Oops" or something like that. At the end of the night, we were about to say goodnight, when Fred decided to buy a bottle of champagne to thank them for the entertainment and to seal the deal. They challenged me to open it and that's when it happened." "What?" "I struggled with the cork, and dropped the bottle at one point, but it didn't break on the carpet, so when I did get it open, it sprayed all over me. It made my dress completely transparent. I laughed so one of them shook the bottle and sprayed me properly. Then there was no doubt I was naked under my dress by then. Finally I think it was John up ended the bottle over my head. There was a big cheer from other men in the bar, and suddenly I had a lot of drink bought for me just to stop me leaving. I was the only woman in the bar and I loved being the centre of attention." "So you had a good time" "Definitely!" "Are you going again next year?" "I don't know, we won't be buying a new machine next year, so I may not be so popular next time." "Don't be ridiculous! How could a girl like you not be popular?" Tom said and taking her hand led her off to bed, his erection sticking out of his robe. "Oh Mr Ward!" She said daftly, acting shy, "What is that thing sticking out of your robe?" "Come with me and find out!" That's where we leave them for the time being, getting on with their lives. Will we visit them again? Who knows? Perhaps you should let me know. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 07 This really is the last chapter of Sarah & Tom's exploration I was going to finish it at CH 06 so this is for Carrie Anne and the others who asked for another chapter. Enjoy! The week following the weekend when Sarah went to the exhibition and Mina spent the night with Tom, was fairly mundane as far as the couple were concerned. Work every day and evening when they either went for a quiet drink after dinner at the apartment, or they stayed in to watch TV. The only exception was Wednesday. This was Sarah's day off as she and Fred took it in turns to run the shop on that day. Wednesday was a really nice day. Even so, Sarah spent the morning cleaning the apartment. In the afternoon, she did the weekly shopping. Tom phoned at lunchtime and when he heard her plans, said "Don't go meeting any other blokes there. They say that the supermarket is a good place to meet the opposite sex". She assured him that she was not looking and unlikely to be so unless he let her down very badly. Tom's remark hung around in her mind as she got ready to go shopping. "No harm in having a bit of fun though is there?" she thought to herself. She considered what to wear. The decision landed on a dark blue sundress, having wide shoulder straps with a sweetheart bodice, a mid calf length hem and a dozen buttons connecting the two. Habitually she left the buttons below mid thigh undone and the top one at the bodice unfastened too. It was not immodest at all, in fact she looked almost demure. She had the use of Tom's small 4x4 to go shopping in and as she usually did on her day off. She threw the bags in the back seat and climbed in. As she drove her legs slowly became uncovered as she changed gear, (it was a manual or as is said in the USA, a floor shift). Every time she pushed down the clutch pedal, a little more thigh came into view. She parked in the supermarket car park, reached over to retrieve the bags and having got them, sat and looked down at her legs. She grinned as a thought came to her, the next thing her fingers were undoing the next button on the skirt of her dress. This meant that the only buttons that were still fastened were those immediately below her pubes hidden this day by only her white lacy panties. She made her way into the store and pushing her trolley started working her way through her list. "Huh!" she murmured, "So much for meeting a hunky guy on a Wednesday afternoon!" If there was one thing the shop was short of it was guys to that specification. She was by the open top freezers when she caught sight of a pimply youth who seemed to be a junior employee. He didn't appear to have a lot to do as he was obviously trying to watch her without getting caught. One of the cabinets was nearly empty and the only product left was right at the back and on the bottom of the fridge. Sarah turned away from him for a moment and quickly undid two buttons at her bodice. Nothing of her breasts could be seen, but the very slight gapping showed that she was not wearing a bra. Sarah called the lad over and asked, "Do you have any more of those in the stock room?" pointing to the large tubs of ice cream at the back. "I- er think so". Stammered the lad, "Would you like me to fetch one out for you?" "Oh! No." Sarah told him with a smile "I think I can reach if I bend over." She bent over side ways so that her shoulder strap slipped out of place. This all being part of the plan. She bent over so far that the lad had a clear view of her right breast. Not only that, in an attempt to stop herself over balancing into the freezer (some chance!) she extended her left leg out horizontally into the aisle. The number of buttons undone on her skirt allowed the fabric to slide off her leg almost to her hip. The lad was suddenly presented with the choice of a bare breast or bare leg including see through panties. Poor lad he didn't know where to look, he blushed deeply and excused himself. He didn't go far as Sarah kept seeing him as she continued to shop. Each time she caught his eye, she would give him a sweet smile. The whole thing cheered her up no end and she laughed to herself as she drove home. Tom nearly wet himself with laughter as Sarah related the events of the afternoon to him. "I particularly like the line, Would you like me to fetch one out for you!" he hooted. "I'll be he did fetch one out but only in the back room when he thought no-one was watching!" Laughing again. "Tom!" Sarah admonished him, "You are being cruel!" "Oh no!" Tom argued, "You were the one being cruel to the poor lad. First you get his attention where he cannot escape then you flash your body at him. "That was really cruel." "I'd rather hoped that it might have made his day." Sarah said sulkily. "I'm sure it did, my dear." Tom said patting her patronisingly on her head. "I've no doubt that he will gain some street cred by telling all his mates. I wouldn't be surprised if there weren't a dozen of them there next Wednesday." "If there are, then tough!" Sarah giggled, "I'm working next Wednesday!" The following Sunday was the day eventually arranged, after several cancellations, for Sarah's parents and Mina to come to lunch. Sarah was getting more stressed as the day got nearer. "Why are you panicking so much?" Tom asked her. "It's my first real test as a housewife" she told him. "What is the worst that could happen?" he asked. "What do you think?" she demanded, "The meal could be ruined". "How many meals have you prepared since you having been living here?" "Oh, I don't know, lots I suppose." "How many have been ruined?" "Not many." She admitted "I can tell you the precise number." Tom told her emphatically, "None, a big fat zero. So stop worrying and calm down." He hesitated, "By the way I forgot to tell you there will be a couple of extra guests on Sunday, my parents are coming too." "WHAT!?" "Yes I thought it would be nice to have a get together, so everyone could get to know each other." "Tom you didn't......" He thought she was going to cry. He smiled and admitted quietly, "No, I didn't, but haven't I now just reduced the stress level just a bit?" "You're a pig!" "But a lovable pig?" he asked, taking her in his arms. "Yes but I could kill you!" She cuddled up to him. They kissed and made up. So much so that they stood, with the low sun streaming in through the big windows, as she let him divest herself of the shirt she was wearing. He caressed he beautiful breasts and rubbed her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of one hand as the other was searching for the zip on the back of her skirt. He unzipped it and flicked open the catch and pushed her skirt over her hips. He was surprised by her panties, not that she was wearing any, but their style. They were full and enclosing. He looked at her and raised his eyebrows. "Mother nature I'm afraid." She told him. "However, that's not to say............" "What?" he demanded, "You're surely not suggesting that we...........?" She smiled at him and asked "And that would be bad because?" "Well.... I......er......" He was flummoxed as how to respond. The thought of intercourse during menstruation disgusted him. "Come on Tom, live life a little. It was always my favourite time for having sex. Nice and messy, and I know how you like to mess me up, it would be an opportunity for me to do the same to you with my own natural mess generator." "I know but....." He was horrified. "Ah well, if you're not prepared to indulge me this one little thing perhaps we are different people to what we thought." "Sarah," he began hesitantly, "if that's what you really want, then perhaps we should try it." There was a glint in her eye as she said, "Perhaps we should restrict intercourse to just during my periods. That would be really great!" He looked at her suspiciously, "Saraaaah you little minx!" She burst out laughing. "Got You! I couldn't resist winding you up after that "my parents are coming for lunch" speech!" she screeched. She twisted out of his arms and ran away "If you can catch me, you can spray your spunk anywhere except there." She didn't take much catching and he made her kneel by the floor to ceiling windows and take his penis into her mouth. He was soon hard, but she twisted round and said "Mina tells me you liked it when she did this to you." She found that bit of skin between his scrotum and his anus with her tongue. He found himself widening his stance in order to give her better access. With one hand, he steadied himself against the window frame, the other was gripping his own prick. "Go on Tom wank yourself off I've never really watch you do it." She told him between licks." She was stretched out along the floor seemingly making her body the target for his sperm. He did as she told him and sprayed her stomach, pants, thighs and legs with three powerful streams. She reached up and milked the residue out of his penis and let it drip onto her breasts. "Rub it in Tom." She whispered. "Rub it in good! As he knelt beside her, smoothing the gooey mess over her body, she said, "It's a pity I'm not wearing a dark dress then you take me down the pub with the stains all over me." "Maybe another time." He told her. She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him deeply. "Do that Tom, please do that." He smoothed his hand over her pantied pubes and rubbed his fingers over her mound. As his fingers moved more swiftly over her tight cotton covered slit, she began to respond by moving her hips in concert with his hand. She orgasmed just once and then sat up saying that she would have to shower and change. Saturday evening came and Tom suggested a meal out in a restaurant. "Good!" She said, "I have a surprise for you." The surprise came as he saw her getting ready, she was wearing a brassier. However it was a bra such as he had not seen the like of. It was a "push e'm up and out" type but the cups only contained the lower half of her breasts. Her nipples were free and out of the cups. She wore a slim skirt below a sparkly tight top which had a neckline that almost but not quite matched the tops of her bra cups. The top as well as being sparkly was a translucent peach colour which matched the colour of her bra. Her wardrobe was completed with hold- up stockings and high heels. She carried a jacket over her arm. "Will I do?" He went to pull her into his arms. "Careful you'll spoil my make up." "Your tits might come out of that top too." He mused. "Oh! That won't matter." She told him. She took his arm and the headed towards to lift. The restaurant was dark enough for intimacy, but individual wall lights bathed the diners in soft light that enabled the staff (and others) to see the diners in the booths. In fact Tom moved one of the lamps so it's beam was directed directly at Sarah's cleavage. Sarah laughed at him, "You like showing me off don't you?" "Of course I do." Tom replied, "but I think you like it just as much." She, took his hand and said "You know I do. When was the last time I wore a bra on a date with you? She pondered. "Can't remember." Tom told her, "Normally I wouldn't approve, but this time I think you were right to wear one, it makes a nice change. "Actually I can't wait to take it off, it's not very comfortable." She confided. "Then take it off." Tom sounded surprised that he needed to make the suggestion. "My cleavage will disappear, and the waiters won't be able to gaze at my nipples, which I know you are enjoying." She suggested. Tom tipped his head a little to one side, as if seeing her point. But he surprised her by taking his steak knife, pulling out her top a little and slicing the bra in two between the cups. It was a little tough going but he succeeded in achieving his goal. As the knife broke through, it slipped a bit and made the tiniest cut in the seam around the neckline of her top. "Look what you've done!" she exclaimed, then added "are you going to leave it like that?" She reached up behind her back, unclasped the broken bra, slid the straps off her shoulders and removed it. She placed it in the middle of the table and left it for all to see. "Hmmm." Muttered Tom, "I see what you mean about the cleavage thing." So he extended the tiny tear in the top until he was satisfied in the amount of breast that was visible. Sarah grinned at him, tore the top another inch or two and said "I do love you Tom." The rest of the meal went pretty well, they got very attentive service from the waiting staff, including a woman, who smiled widely at the sight before her, especially when she realised that Sarah was not at unhappy about her ruined top. The restaurant was about a mile from the apartment, but as the night was dry, they decided to walk, or rather stroll slowly home. During their walk, Sarah's top seemed to get ripped a little more quite regularly, until it resembled an undone waistcoat. They both liked it like that. Tom had unrestricted access to her breasts and she was getting her tits felt. There was very little wrong with the world. The temperature dropped so Sarah discarded the top completely and put on her jacket. They reached the town centre and stood browsing in shop windows as Tom undid the single button which fastened the jacket and it stayed that way all the way home. As they approached the apartment block, Sarah asked, "I think I should ban nasty uncomfortable bras from now on." "I agree," Tom concluded, "perhaps tiny, hardly anything of them might be permitted for special occasions." "Only if you promise to despatch them at the earliest appropriate moment." Sarah hugged him. "No, I can't agree that the moment will always be appropriate. There may be times when it will be highly inappropriate." Tom told her. She shuddered and hugged him even tighter. As they entered the vestibule of the block, George was behind the desk, "Evening Miss, Mr. Ward" he greeted them. They returned the greeting and as they waited for the lift, Tom asked "What's the dress code for tomorrow?" "Depends." Sarah replied "If my period has finished I have a nice long cheesecloth dress which I thought I could wear. As for you, I've bought you colourful Caftan." "A Caftan?" Tom nearly choked. "Yes if I am to be naked except for my sheer cheesecloth dress, then the least you can do is be likewise." "I'll look at it." Tom conceded. The next morning, Mina arrived around ten. Sarah had been up for a couple of hours. "Hi Mina, your early." Sarah said when she arrived. "I thought I'd come and give you a hand before the parents arrived." "You're a star Meen, what's in the bag?" "My sari, I thought your parents might like to see me wearing one. What are you going to be wearing?" "I have a long white cheesecloth dress and that's all." Sarah replied, "And get this, I have persuaded Tom to wear a caftan I bought for him." "A Caftan!?" "Yup a caftan and he doesn't look half bad in it either. This supposed to be a relaxing Sunday lunch, what would be better?" "Are you relaxed Sarah?" Mina asked seeming concerned. "I'm getting there, around midweek I had a moment and Tom gave me a talking to. I'm a bit better now. Mina looked at her friend and said, "Right lets get this meal organised." With the two of them working away and Tom helping where he could everything was on schedule, when the phone rang. "It's George here, I have a Mr and Mrs Wilson here for you." the voice on the phone said. "OK." Said Tom "I'll come down and fetch them." "Why Tom, what a fetching caftan!" Helen said with some surprise as he greeted them in the vestibule. "It was Sarah's idea." Tom told her. "You see Harold, I was right." Turning to Tom, "I told him that Sarah would do something on the costume front. I'm glad we brought these now." She indicated a small travelling case. "What's in the case?" Tom asked, taking it from Harold. "All in good time my boy, all in good time." Tom showed them into the apartment to be greeted by Sarah and Mina who had by now both changed. "Hallo Sarah, my dear," said her Dad, and turning to Mina, said "Mina, you look.... you look... magnificent!" Mina thanked him and said that she thought they might like to see her dressed in her (best) sari, as they had only seen her in western dress before. Tom poured drinks for everyone, whilst Sarah announced that lunch would be ready in about ten minutes. "Then we'll keep our little surprise for after lunch." Helen told them. "Surprise?" asked Sarah, "what's that?" "It won't be a surprise if we tell you, silly girl!" Her mother admonished her. They sat through a leisurely lunch and chatted about all sorts of thing including Sarah and Tom's holiday in Portugal. Eventually as Sarah served coffee, Harold told them that they had brought a couple of video tapes of their various acts over the years. This was greeted with gleeful shrieks by the girls. "We have also brought one of our costume sets, from when we had the dance act, before we changed to a balancing act. Your mother thought you might like to see them too," The table was quickly cleared and they all gathered in the lounge area of the apartment, which was really one big room with a dining area included, the only separate rooms were the bedroom, the kitchen and the bathroom. They all sat in front of Tom's big plasma screen TV. The tapes started. "This was quite early on in the dance act, and if you think that the costumes are a little skimpy, you wait until later on!" Helen started then gave a running commentary as the various dances progressed. She was right, the costumes got skimpier and skimpier. But Tom saw what they had said at their earlier meeting the lights were such that the revelations were implied rather than actual. When they came to the balancing act however, they moved to a different level, both in costumes and holds. Harold would often been seen with his hand buried in Helens crutch as an essential steadying point. One trick included him holding his wife in such a way that he was actually cupping her breasts as they spun round with her feet on his knees. When the tapes had finished, Mina was first to speak. "Wow! Mrs Wilson, you were very brave wearing those clothes and doing those things on stage." "Thank you my dear, but bravery didn't come into it, once you've mastered the technique, there is very little chance of a fall, even though it looked that way." Helen told her. "Dad, will you dance with Mum for us please?" Sarah asked. "Of course we will my dear, but we need to get changed to do it properly." "Then Mina will dance a Mujra for us!" Sarah announced. Mina pretended to look annoyed before saying "Your daughter is quite good too." "Then she shall dance for us too." Her father announced. "Tom will play his guitar." Sarah told the company. "I'm not very good." Tom protested. "Nonsense!" Sarah scolded him "I like it when you play." It was decided that Harold and Helen would do a dance first, using the music from one of their video tapes. Furniture was moved to create a space, luckily the floor was covered in a wood laminate which made an acceptable surface. The couple went into the bedroom to change, whilst Mina, Sarah and Tom took care of the washing up and clearing away the lunch things. "If I am going to have to dance a Mujra, I would like to do mine before you do yours." Sarah told Mina, "Cos you're bound to show me up." Mina laughingly agreed. They had just got settled down when Helen and Harold appeared. The watchers gasped at the costumes. "Mum....... And Dad! Those really are some explicit costumes." Sarah had of course seen some of the costumes before, but not these being worn. Harold had on a sort of glittery body stocking which was slashed down to his waist, his "equipment" for want of a better word was encased in little more than a posing pouch with an almost string T back. "I didn't know whether I could still get into it." He confessed. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 07 "It's a good job it has some stretch in it." Helen remarked, for which Harold jokingly threatened to cuff her ear. She was dressed in a semi transparent floaty gown which was almost backless, caught together just above her bum. It had a high halter neck but was slashed from her neck to navel. It opened to about four inches wide between her breasts, but met at both the top and bottom of the slit. The skirt was slit from the crutch to the floor length hem. A glittery g-string was the only undergarment that she was wearing. She was wearing shiny see through tights and three inch heels. "Mr and Mrs Wilson, I think you look fabulous." "Thank you Mina," Helen replied, "I love your sari, thank you so much for wearing it." She hesitated and then said, "Let's get on with it, shall we?" Tom started the VHS tape player going and fed the music through his sound system in an attempt to improve the quality a bit. Helen and Harold started their dance. It was clear that they were used to having more space to use, but nonetheless included a few expansive twirls which caused Helen's skirt to part and her bodice to open up, giving a side view of her breasts. The music changed to a slower pace and the movements became an erotic show dance. After about five minutes the music finished and brought the dance to an end. The other three immediately sprung to their feet clapping to give the older couple a standing ovation. "Wow, That was really something!" Tom exclaimed, "Why on earth did you stop dancing? It was marvellous!" "There was less demand for ballroom dancers, so we took the balancing act on the stage and finally we found that the booking agency we had started was demanding more of our time and it was more remunerative." Harold told them. "So we gave up performing and went full time on the agency, which is still doing well." "Sarah will dance for us now." Mina announced. So Sarah took up her position whilst Mina quickly sorted through the CD's for the right track. Sarah stood in front of the big windows, the sun shone through her white cheesecloth garment, outlining her body perfectly. The areola of her breasts stood out and had she had any pubic hair that would have been seen too. The music started and she began to move sinuously with the sun behind her. As she moved the contours of her waist, hips, legs become even more visible. From time to time she turned sideways or completely round and every crevice of her shapely body was exposed as if her dress was not there. The tempo increased, which gave her the opportunity to shake her boobs at her audience, all of whom seemed to appreciate it. Eventually the music came to an end and picking a trick from Mina's book, as it did so, she threw herself at Tom's feet in an expression of submission. The hem of her dress finished up half-way up her bare thighs. Her audience also gave her an ovation. "See? I said you could do it!" Mina was clapping as she commended her friend's dancing. "Well done Sarah my dear," I've never seen you dance like that!" Clearly her father was pleased. "Mina taught me everything." She gasped, still a little out of breath. "Then I think we should see her dance." Harold said. Mina set up the CD and took up her position, her dance was very professional and she occasionally let her sari slip suggestively. The music had a regular rhythm and her traditional movements were executed perfectly. She did not on this occasion shimmy herself completely out of her sari as she could have done with ease. Sarah's mum and Dad were enthralled. "Do you do this professionally? I am sure we could get you bookings!" Mina blushed, "Oh no. I have done a couple of charity things for the school, but I do not consider myself good enough to dance professionally. I can make a good fist of it, but to dance a mujra properly takes a great deal of time and effort. There is the other end of the scale which is for girls who are little more than strippers. And my Dad would not allow me to dance professionally because of that." At this point, Tom distributed a round of drinks, hoping that they had forgotten that Sarah had suggested he might play his guitar. Sadly for him, she had not and just when he thought he had got away with it, she brought up the matter. So he was lumbered. He amused them for about half an hour with songs and instrumentals and blew away the idea that he "was not very good". The party showed signs of breaking up, so Harold and Helen went to change. Tom pulled Sarah to one side, "Would you like to ask Mina to stay the might?" "Now why would you be asking that?" she asked with smirk on her face. Before he could answer, she said "Of course I would! We could have some fun!" "Well thank you for lunch and an entertaining afternoon." Harold told Tom shaking his hand. "That's very kind of you sir, especially as you provided the major part of the entertainment." Tom replied. "Goodbye, Tom, Sarah, Thanks for today." Helen was speaking. "Cheers Mum and Dad, thank you for the dance." Sarah replied. They left, Tom going down in the lift with them. Sarah took advantage of them being alone, to invite Mina to stay. At first she refused, but was persuaded by Sarah's insistence to accept. Secretly she was delighted to be asked. Tom returned and disappeared into the kitchen, where Mina found him. "Tom, I would like to stay the night, but I need to know why? What is it that you want me to do to you, or you to me?" Tom was a bit flummoxed by her direct approach. "Well actually I hadn't thought about it really. I just thought it would be nice for the three of us." "Oh." Mina sounded disappointed, "I thought we had something special last weekend and you wanted that to continue." She dropped the shawl of her sari off her shoulder and snuggled up to him. "Well... I.... er......" The moment was broken by Sarah unable to stifle her laughter "Got you!" she called at Tom. "Tom," began Mina, "It was all Sarah's idea that I should see how you would react if I flirted with you." "That's all right Mina, I know who to blame for this. C'm here you!" he shouted at Sarah, who hid behind Mina, so he could get to her without involving Mina, which was all part of Sarah's plan. They chased around the apartment, Sarah running away from Tom, Mina trying to defend her friend from an apparently angry boyfriend. They all ended up in a heap on the floor. Mina slid her hand up inside Tom's caftan and fondled his prick and balls. He didn't say anything because he was too heavily engaged in kissing Sarah. He could stop his natural reaction to the touching though and his penis became erect. Mina stuck her head up inside the caftan and took the erection into her mouth. Sarah guessed what was happening when she saw her friend's head disappear, so momentarily breaking off from kissing Tom, she started to unpin Mina's long hair and tried to untie her sari, but she had made too good a job of putting it on. So she went back to kissing Tom. Tom's body jerks indicated that he was getting close to ejaculation. Mina redoubled her efforts to make him cum and pump it into her mouth. She succeeded and she emerged from under the caftan with a good mouthful of his sperm. She pulled Sarah's face away from Tom's in order to let the fluid dribble from her mouth on to Sarah's face. Sarah opened her mouth to receive as much as possible, before kissing Mina full on the lips. They passed the diminishing amount of seed from mouth to mouth, (they each swallowed some) until they then took it in turns to smother Tom's face with kisses. Mina ended up on top of Sarah and in the absence of any cum to dribble on her, she let a mouthful of saliva drop on to her face, before kissing it away. Sarah responded by spitting into Mina's face a couple of inches above hers. Mina then did the same to Sarah, they carried on like this until both girl's faces were wet through. Then they kissed again. Sarah had another go at getting Mina out of her sari, but was pre-empted by Tom as he pulled her away from Sarah and literally stripped the sari away from a giggling Mina's body. Sarah and Mina then set about separating Tom from his caftan. After they succeeded the two girls carried him to the bedroom and he allowed them to tie him to the bedroom chair, using the cord belts from their bath robes. In reality he could have freed himself at any time, but he sat there and allowed himself to be stimulated by Sarah and Mina making out in front of him. Mina slowly removed Sarah's dress over her head and they reclined on the bed. They kissed and fondled each other, with no areas barred from being caressed. Fingers found clits and tongues found nipples, navels, legs and thighs. They turned and twisted into different positions on the bed. At one point they lay with their legs opened in scissor fashion and their wet labias were pressed together. They thrust against each other, the blonde English girl and the black haired Indian girl, friends for what seemed like ever, they were now lovers, soaking the other's pubic mounds with their juices. The slurping sound might have been comical if it weren't so passionate, they were expressing the wetness into each other forcefully. Their arms reached out to find the other's hands and they were locked together in harmony and love. Tom in the meantime was getting very aroused at the sight before him and casting off his "ropes", he sat naked on the chair and began to handle his penis in such a way that he could somehow sate his desire to get involved, without bringing himself to a climax. He wanted this to last a good deal longer yet. On the bed, things had developed further, apart from vulva almost eating vulva and hands and fingers interlocked, Sarah was now sucking on Mina's big toe as if it were a penis. She completely wetted the foot presented to her mouth with saliva and this is turn was spread over her face. Mina followed her lead and began the same ministration to Sarah's foot. After some time, without a word to each other, they changed to a sixty nine position. Sarah was on top, her soaking labia lips dripping into Mina's mouth. Tom watched this for as long as he could bear then he crossed to the bed and inserted his rampant tool deep into Sarah's inviting slit. He was too close to ejaculation to last long, but as he shot, he removed his penis from its warm wet hole and covered Sarah's arse and Mina's face with his hot cum. "Tom that was so fucking sexy!" Mina gasped as he relaxed and let his penis return to flaccidity on her forehead. "Watching you fuck Sarah's cunt at so close range was...... well........FUCKING BRILLIANT!" They all three, lay on the bed recovering. "Think we all need to shower." Commented Mina. "Well I need a piss." Tom said "Do it over us Tom!" Sarah said getting up off the bed and dragging Mina towards the bathroom. "What?..... What are we doing....?" Stuttered Mina. "We're going to get a shower." Sarah told her "Off Tom!" At Sarah's insistence she and Mina sat in the corner of the shower cubicle, cuddling each other. "Go on Tom give us a drenching! Don't forget our hair!" Tom duly obliged making sure that both heads and faces were thoroughly covered in his hot wet piss. After they had all showered properly, Mina said, "You know I thought that was going to be disgusting. But I found it sort of..............nice." "It's better if you're fully dressed." Tom told her "In something white and flimsy." Sarah laughed. "You've missed your chance! I've been dressed like that all day!" "Put it back on and we'll go out to a country pub for a drink." Tom told her. "What are you suggesting?" Sarah asked with a knowing smile. "Use your imagination. You can find something suitable for Mina to wear, can't you?" They left the apartment, Sarah clad in only her cheesecloth dress and flat sandals. Mina had been found a white blouse and some salmon coloured loose leg shorts, which came to just above her knees. Tom was also in shirt and shorts with sandals. They drove for several miles before happening on a small country pub which clearly had not hitherto catered for the "town crowd". The place was almost deserted. Tom ordered three pints, lager for the ladies and shandy for him as he was driving. They were soon the only customers, but they kept drinking and drinking. The girls were getting quite squiffy and giggly. The time came for them to leave the pub. They had only been driving for a few minutes, when Mina asked Tom to stop. He did so in a field gateway, which had not been used for some time judging by the length of the grass. Mina got out of the car an crouched down by the gate. "Ooh! This grass tickles." She exclaimed ..... "Oi! Tom what are you doing?" What Tom was doing was pissing all over her as she crouched. Sarah dived across in front of her lengthways into the long (and now wet) grass The flow from Mina wetted the midriff of her dress, but that was hardly noticeable as Tom push Mina over Sarah and she got wetted good. Some of it from came Mina, but most came from Tom. The white cheesecloth all but disappeared as it got wet. Mina's blouse which had been specially selected for the purpose by Sarah did the same. When everyone had finished, the girls were totally drenched, Tom had had his legs splashed but otherwise had escaped. Anyone passing by a few moments later would have seen two apparently drenched females rolling a male in the long wet grass. "Now what?" Mina asked. "You take off your wet clothes, get into the car and I'll drive you home to my place." Tom suggested. "Get into the car naked?" "Why not? Its dark, no-one will see." "What will we do when we get there?" "We'll think of something." "Hold on a minute buster." Sarah said. "If we are going back naked then so are you." "Done." That took them by surprise, but he agreed. "You girls can ride in the back if you like." They agreed to this and clambered into the two door car. They had of course forgotten that with is being a 4x4, the rear seats were higher than those in the front so they would be more visible. This did not dawn on the girls until they began to hit the outskirts of town. Suddenly Sarah piped up, "This is not the way home!" "No. I thought we'd have a ride through the town centre first." Mina pleaded with Tom "Not the town centre, Tom Please!" "Oh! OK then." And he turned into a side street. "Tom where are you taking us?" Sarah asked. "Oh! GOD NO!" Mina exclaimed. "This is my street, this is where I live! Look there's my brother!" "Shall I wave to him?" Tom asked innocently. "NO! NO! NO!" get us out of here!" Mina was nervous, but strangely excited. "Well the quickest was back now is through the town." Tom explained. "Oh! Go whichever fucking way you want!" Sarah shouted at him. So Tom now having the devil in him went through the town centre and twice round the main traffic island in the middle. "You're gonna get it when we get home." Sarah hissed at him. "I thought you liked being naked in public." Tom said. "I do, but I don't think Mina does. Besides, it's all right for you, you are not so er.... exposed as we are." "Don't you like that?" "You know I do." "Well shut up and flash you tits at these guys waiting for a taxi. Hey! Why don't we offer them a lift?" "Drive us home Tom." Tom pulled up in the car park of the apartment block. "What do we do now?" asked Mina "We put our clothes back on an go upstairs." Tom said. "Our wet clothes?" "Do you have another idea?" Tom did the gentlemanly thing and got out of the car, opened the rear door and threw the girls clothes over the back of the seat to them. He climbed back into his while they struggled back into theirs within the confines of the back seat of the car. They were both giggling as they did so. They got out of the car. "Ladies, you have never looked sexier." Sarah's dress was still damp enough to cling to her body, Mina's shorts were not too bad just a darker colour than they started out to be. Her blouse, being a heavier cotton was very transparent and she gave a nervous giggle as she saw just how much of her breasts could be seen. They walked swiftly in through the vestibule. "Evening George." Tom said as they walked towards the lift. "You're back early tonight Mr Tom, it's only just gone nine." Just then another couple walked into the building and headed for the same lift as Yom and the girls. As they stood there, Tom said in way of explanation "We decided to go on the boating lake, but we upset the boat." The other couple seemed to accept his explanation, although the man was having a good look at Sarah's bare backside showing through the thin cheesecloth. They made it back into the apartment and they all burst out laughing. "Now wasn't that exciting?" Sarah demanded of Mina. "Yes I suppose it was." She admitted. "But I was really scared that my brother might have seen me." "Oh he saw you all right." Sarah told her, "It is just a question of whether he equated the topless woman in the car with his sister." "Don't say that!" Mina exclaimed. "Why not? It's the truth." Sarah said. "Come let me give you a hug." The next morning Tom got up early to take Mina home so she could change for work. Mina was very nervous that someone might recognise the car, but nobody made any comment, not even her brother. An event on the horizon was the County Accountants Association Dinner and Ball. This was a black tie affair and Tom had given Sarah adequate warning that she should consider a new gown for the event. It was still several weeks hence when Tom mentioned it again. "Am I expected to be demure and well behaved or can I express myself?" she asked. "If I were to be in a position to dictate what you wore, I would say a long elegant evening dress that looked glamorous and classical but that might contain a surprise or two." He told her. "And I could be persuaded to provide a generous budget for the right dress." She threw her arms about him and excitedly told him that she loved him. He mused on how many times she had told him that lately. It was clear that she held him in great affection even though they had known each other (in his eyes) for a relatively short time. He found himself attracted to her more and more as time went on. Firstly he loved her looks, blonde hair, trim figure and pretty face. However if it came to it, that would not have mattered to him so much, because what he really loved was her attitude, her sense of fun and her generosity. There were not many girls who would actively encourage their boyfriends to have sexual relations with their best friends. Many times Tom had thought about the offer that Mina made to him that should things not work out between him and Sarah, he should look no further for a new partner than Mina herself. He hated the idea of breaking up with Sarah, but thought that if it did, he could not be that callous as to take up with her closest friend, it would probably destroy their friendship and he would not want to be responsible for that. No, it was becoming clearer to his analytical mind that Sarah was the one for him. He wondered if he should regularise the matter, if so, when? Perhaps the night of the ball? One Sunday at lunch, Sarah told him, "I spoke to Gemma yesterday." "Really?" Tom was not really listening, his mind on a problem at work that had been bugging him all week. "Yes, She got arrested for having sex with five men and a girl in the fountains in Trafalgar Square." "Oh yes?" Now she's expecting quintuplets and wonders if there is room for the names of five fathers on the birth certificates." "What?" he was listening now all right. "See! I knew you weren't listening!" "Sorry Sarah, I was a bit preoccupied." He replied, "Sorry I am all ears." "Gemma." Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 07 "Huh?" "The cabin crew girl on the flight back from Portugal." "Oh yes, I remember." He said, he certainly did. "She was the one who made you tear all my clothes on the plane." "Well, I think she certainly encouraged me to do it." "You said later that it wouldn't have happened if she hadn't made you do it." Sarah reminded him. He remembered. "Well she has invited me to go to the Glastonbury Music Festival in two weeks." "Just you?" "Well, I suppose I could take another one, you see there was going to be three of them, all girls, but two of them are having to work, so they can't go. It was just by chance that I happened to ring her." "Well go then, why don't you take Mina?" "You don't mind?" "Of course not! You know that you don't have to ask my permission to do things, I don't appear to be that much of a control freak do I?" "No sweet Tom you don't, but I thought it would only be right for me to ask you." "Then you have my permission to go and get debauched in a tent in Dorset. I imagine three girls will be quite a rich target for the male festival goers." Sarah laughed. I don't think there will be much chance of that, because I found out that Gemma bats for the other side." "My God! Three of you in one tent, I doubt you'll ever come out of the thing!" "I'm aiming to "cum" both inside and out of the tent!" she said wickedly. "Have you said anything to Mina?" "No, I thought I would run it past you first." "You'd better ring her then." He said and returned to thoughts about work. A week later, Sarah approached silently from behind him. "What plans have you got for next weekend?" "Oh me? Nothing much I suppose." He confessed. "Are women on your agenda?" she asked quietly, her finger drawing circles on his back. "What do you take me for!? Certainly not! I am in a relationship with you, I don't want other women!" "Except perhaps Mina." "Sarah!" she was surprised and slightly frightened at the ferocity of his reply. "The one time I had Mina here without you was when YOU arranged it! I would not have done so if it hadn't been your idea. The only times other than that when she and I have had any sexual encounter was when it was a threesome with you. I am surprised and hurt that you could think otherwise." Sarah was ashamed of herself. Tom was really annoyed, she didn't know what to say to put things right, so she sidled out of the kitchen, where all this had taken place and took refuge in the bedroom. That was where Tom found her sobbing, really sobbing, the pillow was wet with her tears. "I'm so sorry Tom, you don't deserve me." She managed to say between bouts of body shaking crying. Tom took her in his arms and cuddled her. "I'm sorry too Sarah, I should not have reacted the way I did, I should have laughed it off." They kissed and spent the rest of the afternoon in a cuddle on the bed, not speaking, but not needing to. Later she said, "Perhaps I should not go to Glastonbury." "I will not hear of it." Tom told her quietly but firmly. "I know you were looking forward to it, besides if you pull out now you'll be letting the others down. Mina can't really go without you as she and Gemma have not even met. So if Mina doesn't go, Gemma will be faced with a weekend alone and after all that has been said, that doesn't seem fair. You go and tell me all about it when you come back." "You don't mind?" "Of course not." He said to her, "besides I am a bit behind at work so could do with some time to catch up." "Tom, I don't deserve you." "I think you said it was the other way round earlier on." "You know what I mean!" she said, thumping him on the arm. Glastonbury was all arranged. Even to the point that Sarah was being allowed to take Tom's 4x4. Gemma was dropping off her little city car for Tom to use if he needed it. The thinking was that should the weather turn bad (it usually did) the 4x4 would be better on the mud than Gemma's small car. She arrived on the Wednesday late afternoon and was to sleep on the couch so they could get a good start on the Thursday. Tom was intrigued with Gemma, she looked totally different out of uniform and with her long blond hair down and loose. "It's a pity she is a lesbian," he thought, "I'll bet there's more than a few men disappointed when they tried it on with her." She had a way of dressing casually that was both practical and sexy. She greeted Tom with a kiss on the cheek but Sarah got one on the lips. Tom helped moved all the camping gear from one car to another the next morning. Mina arrived and soon they were ready to be off. Sarah and Mina both gave Tom a big kiss, which amused Gemma somewhat, no doubt there would be much to talk about on the journey. Gemma came over and kissed Tom on the cheek again and said "Thanks for the loan of the car, Tom, I promise to bring both your girls back safe and sound and if it's anything to do with me, neither of them will be pregnant!" She thought this hilariously funny, but stopped laughing when she noticed that others were only being polite when they laughed too. Sarah climbed into the driving seat and tooted the horn and shouted "Put him down Gemma, we've a journey to undertake!" With that, they were gone. The next few days were all work for Tom, including Saturday. He had finally finished all the work he had brought home, had a lie in on Sunday and went to the pub for lunch and stayed there to watch the Formula One Grand Prix on the big screen. Having had rather a little too much to drink he went home and slept it off. The phone woke him up, he had hardly heard from the girls at all since they had gone, only once did they get through but the line was awful and they got cut off twice so he thought they must have given up. He knew that they had arrived safely and the concerts were good, but little else. This time the line was a little better, He spoke to all three girls, they were going to stay where they were on Sunday night as getting out of the showground was pretty hopeless. They would be home Monday evening. They had a lot to tell him and he looked forward to hearing it, but most of all he wanted Sarah back. The girls had told him that they would cook something for dinner the following evening as they didn't know what time they would make it home. Monday was a strange day for Tom, having caught up with his backlog at work he found himself without a great deal to do for much of the day. Then he had an idea. He phoned Sarah and told her to ring him when they were about an hour away and not to arrange to cook anything he would arrange everything. At four in the afternoon, he got the call, a quick check to see if Gemma had any food phobias (she didn't) and he put his plan into action. The girls arrived back at the flat around five to find Tom already home. The table was laid for four but there was no sign of any food. Quite frankly the girls were filthy, and smelt a bit, no baths, no proper washing facilities, that weren't in a poor state pretty well all of the time, all took their toll on their personal hygiene issues, so the three of them disappeared into the bathroom. The resultant laughter and giggles indicated to him that they were having a good time. When they emerged, Sarah wearing his bath robe, Mina wearing Sarah's and Gemma wearing a bath towel. They all looked fresh and (very) clean. Their faces when they saw a superb meal laid out on the table, ready to eat with wine and all the trimmings were a picture. "Tom! How did....." "All by my own fair hand." He lied. "Do you want a job as a housekeeper?" Gemma asked in wonder. "He lied." Sarah announced, she took him round the throat and said "Confess, I tell you, confess!" "Ok, Outside caterers." He admitted, "But I thought you might like a treat after a weekend of slumming it. Now eat up and tell me all about it." "Sarah and Gemma had a mud wrestling match." Mina blurted out. "Mina!" Sarah admonished her, "I was saving that for later." She looked at Tom and he seemed to have his tongue hanging out for more information. "Ok yes we did, but I'll come to that later. Firstly we all had a wonderful time. The music was great, - well most of it and we all got on well with each other." "Very well!" Mina interjected. "Mina! I'll send you home as you are if you don't stop spoiling the story!" Sarah was getting exasperated. Eventually it turned out that Gemma and the others got to know each other on the journey down. It turns out that whilst Gemma does have lesbian tendencies, She does have the occasional dalliance with men. They told him how they had had trouble finding a suitable spot for the tent and had some help from some lads who had obviously marked the party as a possibility for later in the weekend. To save any misunderstanding, the girls all pretended to be raving lesbians, having to put on a bit of a show to that effect before the lads turned their hunting in a different direction. Tom was thoroughly enjoying the dinner, especially as he could see that Gemma's towel was showing signs of beginning to slip. He was regaled with tales of the campsite and problems with water and mud. Eventually the story about the mud wrestling came up. They had been to the main stage and were wandering back through the wet grass. They were all dressed similarly, shorts and tee shirts, Gemma, although she normally wore a bra had followed the lead of Mina and Sarah on this night and gone without even one of her tiny lace ones. Not far from their tent there was a depression in the ground and it had turned muddy by others having a wallow. Sarah went to push Mina into it, but jogged into Gemma in doing so. "You'll be the one going in there if you don't watch it!" Gemma had said to Sarah. "She'd love it actually." Mina had told her. So Gemma gave Sarah a hefty push and sent her sprawling in the wet mud. Naturally enough Sarah retaliated and pulled Gemma in as well. They wrestled each other in the dark giggling, Mina rushed back to the tent to get her camera, but by the time she got back to where the action was taking place a crowd had gathered. The crowd were egging them on, when somebody shouted, "Get her shirt off!" Nobody knows who called it out, or to whom the instruction was issued, but both girls reacted to it and began to try to part her opponent from her t-shirt. Mina started snapping away but in her confusion, she couldn't get the flash to work on the camera. Meanwhile Sarah had got the hem of Gemma's shirt up to her armpits and her bare breasts were soon anointed in the mud. Suddenly a ripping sound preceded Sarah's shirt being thrown to the crowd. She wasn't taking that lying down and snatched at the waistband of Gemma's floral shorts. They did not have the resilience of denim shorts and were soon in tatters, but still around her waist. Gemma's shirt did not last too much longer after that and the appreciative crowd were soon rewarded with the sight of two almost naked women kissing in the mud. There was a big cheer which signalled the end of the bout. With their arms around each other, they followed Mina back to the tent. It took them ages to clean up and even then they could not do so properly at the tent, so in the small hours, the pair of them slid off to the showers in the hope of finding vacant cubicles. They were partially successful in that there were showers free, but no hot water. They were freezing cold when the returned to the tent to cuddle up with Mina to get warm. Mina and Sarah exchanged kisses and then Gemma made a move on Mina. They kissed too and Mina was surprised how much she enjoyed it. The girls slept late the next morning, or rather laid in late as they were engaged in exploring each other's bodies intimately for several hours. They could hear the music from one of the stages, so lay there enjoying that and Sapphic sex. "Tell him about them putting us up on the big screen." Mina encouraged Sarah. "I've had enough of this, Mina," Sarah scolded her, "You tell him." "Well," Began Mina , "after that session, we went down to the main stage area, all we were wearing were vest type shirts and shorts." "And wellies." Gemma corrected her. "And wellies," continued Mina. "We stood one in front of the other, Sarah behind me and Gemma behind her. Sarah had her arms around me and I could feel Gemma's arms around Sarah. I felt Gemma trying to get her fingers down the back of my shorts, so I unsnapped the waistband of my shorts to give her a little more room. Sarah realised what was happening and put one of her hands down the front of my shorts. Her other hand was already under my shirt fondling my breasts. It was lovely. Through out the show, the cameras had been trained on various members of the audience for a few seconds each. Then I saw myself on the big screen. Everyone could see not only Sarah with one hand down my shorts and the other under my vest, they could see that Gemma was doing the same to Sarah. There was a big cheer from the crowd, much to the surprise of the band, who couldn't see the big screen without turning their backs on the audience. The lead singer looked and saw us and said something like "Go for it Girls" into the mike. That brought another big cheer. I hope they didn't show it on TV!" Whilst this was being described in some detail, Tom could see that Gemma was a bit uncomfortable with having her sexual predilections displayed to a virtual stranger. She began to squirm a little in her seat, which allowed the towel to become looser. She was now in danger of losing the thing into her lap at any moment, yet she seemed to be unaware of this. Sarah saw Tom watching the progress of the towel and was amused, so she kept up the torture of Gemma until the inevitable happened. Gemma immediately tried to pull the towel back up. "Leave it Gemma." Sarah instructed her, "we'll join you." She pulled off her robe and Mina followed suit. In the end Gemma shrugged and giggled nervously and let her towel stay where it was in her lap. The meal was nearly finished. "Do you want to go home tonight Mina?" Sarah asked, "or do you want to share the couch with Gemma?" Mina inspected some breadcrumbs on the table and quietly said "I rather hoped I could stay." Gemma smiled and nothing more was said. A relaxed evening followed, where they listened or danced to music from Tom's vast CD collection. Gemma rearranged her towel, but it was not adequate cover really. This was done mainly for the benefit of Mina, or possibly Sarah, but Tom was also a major beneficiary of the vast expanse of thigh that was on display and later on her beautifully tanned breasts crept into view. Tom and Sarah retired to Tom's big bed and left the other two girls to squeeze on to the couch. About twenty minutes later the bedroom door opened and in walked Mina pulling Gemma into the room, they were both naked. "Bunk up you two, There's not enough room for the two of us on the couch." Mina instructed the couple. Tom threw back the covers and said "Come on then and join the party." Pulling the covers away, revealed he had an enormous erection. Sarah grinned at her friend and said "Want some?" She pointed to Tom's purple prick. Mina grinned, nodded and sank her mouth over it. Gemma was surprised at this generosity and stood back a little. "Come and make love to me Gemma, like you did in the tent." Gemma was still not entirely comfortable with Sarah's openness, but lowered herself on to the bed alongside her. "But first I think you should kiss our host goodnight – er... properly." Gemma found herself in an embrace such as she had not had for a long time. Tom had not shaved since the morning so his beard had started to grow a little and she found the slight roughness a not unpleasant sensation. In fairness to her she responded to Tom's kiss , especially when he engaged his tongue into the action. Her reaction may or may not have been a result of the fact that Sarah was kissing and licking her nipples at the time. So she relaxed and began to enjoy herself. It was not long before a fully blown foursome was in progress, much to the delight of Sarah as that had been her intention all along. Later, Tom was on top of Sarah, trying to get his engorged penis into her, Gemma was sitting on the pillow above Sarah's head, playing with her own clitoris, whilst Mina was behind Tom, fingering his balls with one hand and rubbing his chest with the other. Things progressed nicely as Tom achieved the penetration that he (and Sarah) wanted, Gemma was now rubbing Sarah's hair vigorously into her own vagina. She was getting both herself and Sarah's forehead very wet. Tom was not in the mood to mess about this night, so he shot his seed deep inside his girlfriend. Conscious of what had just happened and caught up in the moment, Gemma orgasmed with such ferocity that she spurted over Sarah's face. Mina was the only one who hadn't come, but she took care of that herself whist allowing Tom's slimy penis to go flaccid in her mouth. They were all exhausted after that little session and slept, four of them in the king sized bed. It was all go the next morning, Sarah and Mina went off to work whilst Tom helped Gemma transfer her stuff from his car to hers. "Where is the tent?" he asked her as he couldn't find it. "We left it there, there is a charity which collects tents left behind and uses them in Africa. It only cost £100, so it seemed a reasonable thing to do, besides, I have no idea when I would ever have used it again." After everything was packed away, she turned to him "Thank you for your hospitality and lending me your girlfriends for the weekend." "Sarah is my girlfriend." He reminded her, "Mina is just a friend, although I guess you could say she is Sarah's girlfriend." "Well thank you anyway." Gemma said to him and she kissed him. This was not the slightly self-conscious peck on the cheek that she greeted him with a few days ago, but a full on-the-lips kiss. "You're quite a man Tom. 'Bye." And she was gone. "And you're quite a girl, Gemma." He thought to himself, rubbing the back of his hand over his mouth. The next event of any great significance coming up was the big ball to which he was taking Sarah. "I wonder what she'll wear?", he was pondering one day. A bit later on the phone in his office rang, it was Sarah. "You," she told him, "Are a very naughty boy!" "Why? What have I done?" "You have caused me to spend an enormous sum on an outrageous dress!" "Really?" he remarked, "How outrageous?" "Let's put it like this, you will either be very proud of having me on your arm, or embarrassed to be seen with me!" "I like the sound of it already." He told her, "By the way I told you I would pay for it." "Before you commit yourself........." ".......Too late." He interrupted her. "Will you please listen?" she told him. "Before you commit yourself, I have known girls who have spent less on a wedding dress." He was silent. "Are you still there?" she asked. "What?..... Oh yes, yes I am. I was just contemplating you in a strapless, backless, see through wedding dress." "Who have you been talking to?" she asked suspiciously. "No-one, I promise." He told her. "Has Mina been giving you any.........." "Mina has given me nothing that you don't know about." "..... hints?" she asked. She suddenly twigged on to his meaning. "You know that I am not worried about anything that Mina gives you, whether I am there or not." "What do you know about my new dress?" she asked directly. "Nothing, I promise, I was just thinking through the possibilities." He told her. "Hmmm," she muttered, "It's, just that your description is dangerously close to reality." The night of the ball was approaching. Tom had booked a room at the hotel where the event was being held, so that they could arrive early have a relaxing afternoon before going to the dinner, then the ball. Staying overnight meant that both of them could enjoy a drink. However it also meant that Sarah had to have that very rare thing, a Saturday off. Fred eventually agreed, but Sarah guessed that it would cost her later on. Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 07 The Saturday arrived, the couple drove to the hotel around midday. They were lucky that their room was ready when they arrived as it was well before the official time for occupancy. Tom had still not seen the dress and Sarah was determined that he wouldn't before she was ready to go downstairs. They did go to the hotel pool for a swim and she teased him by wearing a miniscule bikini. It wasn't see through or anything like that and nor did become so when it got wet, but the floral pattern on the small amount of material included in the garment looked well on her. They had a light tea in the coffee shop and Sarah brought up the question of Gemma's stay. "What did you think of Gemma?" she asked, then added "generally." "A very attractive girl," He told her, "who looked and behaved very differently out of uniform." "Did you like her tits?" she looked over her cup at him, "better than mine?" "Now hold on a minute, I am not making comparisons here!" Tom spoke sternly to her. "She is a nice looking girl, I have no idea about whether I like her or not as I really didn't get chance to get to know her." "She likes you." "Good, doesn't every one?" she kicked him under the table. "What has she said?" "She wants to come and visit again." "Well that's entirely up to you, she's your friend." "Why do you think she only wore a towel, that night we got back?" "Because there were only two robes?" He suggested. "I offered her something else from my wardrobe, but she refused, politely, but still refused. I saw you hoping that the towel would slip." "I er... I was just wondering if it would." He admitted. "Y'see? I knew you liked her! Sarah exclaimed. "Now you listen to me Sarah, I think I quite like her, not the same as I like Mina, but I think we could get on in short doses. Are you getting this? I like her, but I love you!" Sarah was silent. She looked at him and then said quietly, "That's the first time you've said that." "I know. I have been doing a lot of thinking and I was hoping for a better moment than this," He slid off his chair down on to one knee. Some women at a nearby table saw what he was doing, chortled and smiled. "Sarah Wilson, will you marry me?" Sarah was in shock. "Tom, are you sure?" "Not really," he said, "I thought If you turned me down I might ask someone else!....... Of course I'm sure! He was back in his seat now. "Tom, I'd love to!" she reached over and threw her arms around his neck, but she knocked over the teapot and two cups and saucer smashed on the coffee shop floor. "Then I have something upstairs that I would like you to wear for me tonight." "But I have my dres...." She began. "It's only very small and won't interfere with your dress. It's my grandmother's engagement ring." He smiled, "I sorry to palm you off with a second hand ring, but I'll buy you a new one if you don't like it." Sarah was in tears, the cleaner from the coffee shop was trying to clear away the debris. "Shall we get out of here?" She nodded and they went for a walk in the garden. "If you hadn't asked me when you did, when were you going to do it?" "It was going to be either this afternoon on a walk in the garden, or tonight when you showed me up in front of my mates by turning up in a non-existent dress." He told her, "But sadly you forced my hand by accusing me of trying to dump you and get off with Gemma." "I always was a fool." She told him, "Rush my fences, you know?" "I love a fool," he replied, "Especially the one I am with now." "Oh god! You are worried I might show you up. You said so!" she seemed to be really worried. "I don't want you to show me up, and neither will you. However, I am happy to show you off and I will take care of you, no matter what stage of undress you might get into, where ever you get into it." "That's good." She seemed cheered a little by his speech. "Because you wait until you see the dress!" They retired to the room for a bit of love making. By the time they had finished that and had a little sleep, it was getting near the time for preparations to be made for the night ahead. Tom shaved and showered first and was about to start getting dressed, when he found himself banished to the hotel corridor in a hotel robe for a few minutes whilst the dress was transferred from case to bathroom. Sarah then went to let him in by opening the door naked. But he wasn't standing outside, he had wandered down to the window at the end of the corridor and was looking out on to the garden. Making sure the door would not slam shut, she crept up behind him and put her arms round his waist. He turned and saw her unclothed state and told her that he loved her and they walked hand in hand slowly back to the room. They heard the lift stop at their floor , but neither of them flinched. "Let 'em look." she whispered. They didn't discover if anyone looked or not as they sauntered into their room. Sarah locked herself in the bathroom whilst Tom started dressing in his dinner suit. When he had finished, he sat and watched a bit of TV and switched on to the soft porn channel. One of the videos being shown was a bride and her bridesmaids getting unceremoniously dumped into the pool. The dresses ballooned out showing stocking and suspenders as well as frilly knickers. "If you're thinking of doing that to me, - well go ahead, but you've got a couple of disappointments coming!" He turned around and gasped at the sight before him. She was beautiful. He always known that of course, but tonight she had topped anything that he had seen before. "Do I look good enough to be your bride?" She asked. "Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful." He muttered Her hair was up, round her neck was the diamond pendant he had bought for her some weeks ago. Her make up was pristine, perfect, he had never seen her look more beautiful, he told her so, - several times. The dress was white lace decorated with false pearls and it had the thinnest of linings made of a gauze that it self was transparent. The combination of the lace and the gauze was not quite enough to stop her areola being seen through the strapless top. The top was square across her breasts, showing no cleavage at all except that the shape of her breasts could be seen through it. The dress was ankle length and of the same lace and gauze construction, the welts of her white hold-up stockings could just be seen through the skirt. "Do you like the back?" She twirled round and showed another sensational feature of the dress. The back was fastened at the height of the bodice between her shoulder blades the fastening was perhaps an inch deep and was similar to a bra strap fitting in that there were three of four hooks and eyes holding the dress closed. Beneath that there was a big oval cut out that extended down to the crack of her bum, leaving a great deal of her back bare. She turned to face him again, "and look!" She moved her left leg forward and a slit appeared in the skirt to the top of her thigh. It showed her bare leg above the top of her stocking. He was speechless. "There's another secret." She told him. She pulled away the four more Velcro fastenings which took the slit up almost to her breast. "You can adjust the slit to taste as the night progresses." She told him. It was clear that apart from stockings and shoes, the dress was her only garment. "Will I do?" "Sarah darling, what a ridiculous question! I told you that you'd more than do for me before you went to all this trouble." He reached into his jacket pocket which was hung over the back of a chair. "Perhaps you'd like to wear this too. My Grandmother's ring." "Oh Tom!" She gasped, "What a beautiful ring!" He tried it on her finger, it was a bit tight, but she insisted on wearing it. He took her into his arms and kissed her gently, mindful of spoiling her make up too early in the evening. "Don't mess up my face too early, you naughty boy, but anything goes later on." "What are the disappointments you mentioned?" He asked, "Because I cannot see any at all." "In that film you were watching, the bride was wearing both frilly knickers and suspenders, whereas, sadly I am not wearing either." "Those are not disappointments, they are positive advantages." He whispered in her ear as he held her to him. "In fact I absolutely ban you from wearing suspenders, ever in my presence!" "That's a relief!" She said, "I hate them myself." They made their way down to the bar of the hotel, where most of the guests were congregating. It was a bit crowded, so the impact of her dress was a bit lost on those not in the immediate vicinity. Sarah was introduced to Tom's work colleagues and other members of the association as his fiancée. This took a number of them by surprise and resulted in her coming under increased scrutiny. One of the women from Tom's office complemented her on both her engagement and her dress. "You're very brave wearing such a dress in this company." She was told. "Oh, Why is that?" Sarah asked "Well after the bigwigs have departed the room, things have been known to get..... er.... a bit, - well wild, I suppose is the correct term." "Great!" Sarah responded. "I can't wait!" The readiness of dinner was announced and they all filed into the dining cum ballroom. As they walked into dinner, Sarah slipped her hand through Tom's arm. "I've been hearing things that perhaps you should have told me." She said to him. "Really what's that?" "That these do's sometimes tend to get a bit wild." Tom laughed out loud, "I wouldn't say wild, they are actually quite tame compared with things we've done. There's sometimes a bit of raucous dancing and wives kissing the wrong husbands etc. That's what they call wild at this do." "I'm disappointed." Sarah announced, "I thought she meant more than that." "Perhaps you should up the ante a bit." Tom told her. "You wouldn't mind?" Sarah checked with him. They had now arrived at the circular table, "Try me." He said as they looked for their places. Sarah was seated between Tom and a man of similar age from a different concern. He introduced himself as Dave. Whilst Sarah tried to be polite and engage him in conversation, she found him a complete bore. In contrast, Tom was sitting next to a vivacious older woman, perhaps in her forties, who was wearing a very low cut dress, which he found difficult to tear his eyes away from. She had what has been termed a "dirty" laugh and she was not shy about using it. She teased Tom about looking down her cleavage and apparently told him he could have a better look later on. Whilst doing his duty as a gentleman and keeping the conversation with her going, Tom nonetheless slipped his hand into Sarah's at regular intervals. The dinner could not be over soon enough for Sarah. The after dinner speaker was brilliant though and got the mood going very well. Soon the speeches were over and the guests were invited to retire to the bar whilst the staff prepared the room for the dancing. "Who's your friend?" Sarah demanded of Tom when she got the chance. "That's Dorianne from a firm in Oxford." Tom told her, "She is usually one of those that is the centre of any fun later on." "Perhaps I should keep an eye on her, to see if I can pick up any tips." Sarah suggested with a sweet smile, but Tom knew that it was a serious suggestion. The drinks flowed freely in the bar and later on they heard the music start up. Some people moved into the ballroom immediately, others held on in the bar for a few more drinks. Sarah noticed that Dorianne was one of those, she had a cluster round her mostly of men. Sarah's train of thought was interrupted when Tom suggested they move into the ballroom. There was a five piece band playing live including a brunette girl singing and sometimes playing keyboards, a long haired blonde playing rhythm guitar. They started off playing conventional modern ballroom music and the floor quickly gained a few dancers , Tom and Sarah included. "Happy?" Tom asked as her held Sarah against him. "Unbelievably happy." She told him pressing her pelvis hard into his. They danced like this for a while before they found a table at which to sit. The hotel had opened a bar directly in the same room and put on a waitress service. Sarah was surprised to see the waitresses in such short skirts with their white blouses tucked tightly into the waistbands. Their white bras showing through the cotton blouses when you were close enough. "Those girls are taking a bit of a risk of having their legs and more touched, dressed like that." Especially as she noticed that some bras were tinier than others. "They are quite safe." Tom told her, "Unless they choose not to be, in return for large tips." "The room will soon be filled with drunken men." Sarah remarked. "With their wives." Tom added. "I can't believe I'm to become your wife." She remarked. "Will you promise to obey?" Tom joked. "Yes." Sarah said quite seriously. "even tonight." She flashed him a smile, so he said, "Let's see a little more of your legs then." She crossed her legs so one thigh was across the other. The skirt of her dress parted a full display of her stocking tops restricted only by the first Velcro tab. "That enough or do you want me to show more?" "I want you to show a lot more, but perhaps a little later on." "Are you going to tell me when or should I use my initiative?" "I've never been disappointed in your initiative." He told her sliding his hand along her thigh. "What's this Mr Ward, feeling up your girl friend?" "Hallo Dorianne. What have you got planned for later on?" Tom asked. She bent over and displayed her ample bosom, even to the extent of pulling out the top of her dress. "You'll see, you'll see." She went away laughing. The dancing carried on for about an hour then the band announced that they were having a break. They put on a tape of some background music and clients crowded round the bar. "It's normally at this point the more senior people disappear." Tom told Sarah. "What? All ready?" Sarah was surprised. "They either go to private parties in the rooms or stay in the other bar." Tom suggested. The two of them socialised with other guests making small talk or exchanging jokes. Sarah saw two men bringing a canvas wardrobe into the room and putting by the side of the stage. She inclined her head towards it and raised a questioning eyebrow. Tom looked at it, then shrugged his shoulders. He reached down and pulled the first of the Velcro tabs securing the slit in her dress apart. She put out her tongue at him, but she indicated with her finger that he should draw close. "I love you Tom Ward." She told him. The band came back and was transformed. Both girls were now playing guitars and were dressed in impossibly short dresses. They formed the front line, each equipped with a microphone on a stand. When they struck up it was clear that the music was going to be different in the second half. This was definitely now a rock band. The lively start encouraged many dancers on to the floor, including Tom and Sarah. It was not long before most of the men were sweating and their ladies "glowing". In Sarah's case this added to the transparency of her lace dress. This proved to be exciting for both her and Tom. Her excitement was undisguised by the prominence of her nipples protruding through the white lace. Tom's excitement was somewhat hidden by the cut of his suit. Suddenly, Dorianne appeared on the stage, followed by two men carrying the cloth wardrobe. This was essentially a metal frame with a zipped fabric cover. It was the sort of thing that stores like Ikea sell to young people who can't afford proper furniture. "Can I have my ladies up to the stage please?" Dorianne announced. When the six women had joined her on the stage, she then went on, "Gentlemen, I hope you have brought your wallets! We need to collect a lot of money for our charity tonight." She went on to explain what the charity did and was hoping to achieve. Finally she said, "The first sale is for one of these lovely ladies to go into our special cabinet here and for the highest bidder to be able to do anything he wants, provided he stays outside of the cabinet for thirty seconds" She quickly canvassed her crew of ladies, "No-one wants to drop out of this little trick do they?" The others all knew Dorianne of old and all laughed and said things like "Dirty Dorianne strikes again!" Dorianne then announced that Betty would be first into the cabinet and proceeded to conduct the first auction. The sum of £250 was raised and a man came up waving the money. Betty went into the cabinet and was safely zipped inside. The band played a short piece of music whilst the man essentially felt her body through the fabric for the stipulated thirty seconds. It was soon over and Dorianne started to conduct the next auction this was going to be for one minute of the same sort of action, with a different woman inside. This time the bidding brought in £325 and it followed the pattern on the first. Both participants emerging flushed at the end. Then came the underwear sale the men were now bidding for the bra of one of the other women. And so it went on. The penultimate auction involved Dorianne herself and she would go into the cabinet with the highest bidder for one minute. No holds barred. "However I should warn you I have my cast iron panties on, so you'll be getting no joy there!" Some bloke bid £1000 for one minute in the cabinet with her. It was a tight squeeze for the two of them so she was essentially very safe from a rape taking place, and after all it was only for a minute. The band played one minute of music, then Betty quickly undid the zipper and revealed Dorianne with her top out of her dress and the man with his trousers round his knees. Everyone thought it was hilariously funny including the participants. The dancing started up again, whilst Dorianne went off to count up the money she had raised. As the band played on it was noticeable how the dresses that the girl guitarists were wearing seemed to be revealing a little more than at the beginning. Things like the girls shoulders could not, it would seem, be persuaded to stay inside the dresses. The girls had seemed to be wearing fairly normal if short, dresses which had apparently been transformed into off the shoulder styles. In fact they were more like halfway-down- their-arm type styles. The tops of their breasts were emerging from beneath the fabric as they were more and more engrossed in their playing. They were not entirely convincing in their apparent ignorance of the display they were putting on. Sarah mentioned to Tom that unless he looked at the band he might be missing something. "Hmm.....Happens every year." He told her "One or other of them will finish one number with her bra in full view. Still, the men seem to like it a most of the women don't care." They were dancing to a fairly slow song, and Tom slid his hand down Sara's bare back. Her response was to pull open all of the Velcro strap fastenings and press her body to his. The pressure between their bodies prevented the slit opening up to it's fullest extent, which was perhaps just as well, even though the whole room was lit almost exclusively by the stage lights, as the slit went up her dress to just below her left breast. "Are you going to leave your dress like that for the quicker dances?" He asked her. "Would you like me to?" "Would you feel comfortable doing that?" He asked. "I would feel comfortable, with you." "Then do as you wish." "I love you Tom." She told him quietly. "I have a favour to ask of you." "What's that?" "I want you to push me into the pool." "Why don't you jump? I'll jump in with you." "I want you to push me, and don't jump in after me! I want you to help me out of the water afterwards." Sarah and Tom Explore Ch. 07 "Anything else?" "Yes, we have to make sure that people see you do it. If necessary I'll make a fuss." "People will think I'm a right bastard!" He told her. She gave a short laugh. "Not after you've helped me out of the pool, I promise you." "Hmmph!" He exclaimed not convinced, but he knew he would do as she asked. "By the way, look at the girls on the stage." She turned and saw that the one girl was so intent on her guitar solo, that she was apparently unaware that her dress was falling off. "You were wrong about one thing." She told him. "I noticed." He replied. "She's not wearing a bra!" They hugged each other and laughed. "Do you want to go through to the pool?" It was just alongside the ballroom, with big glass windows, which were normally hidden by heavy curtains, but they were pulled back. The pool lights were on and the water looked very inviting. "Not yet, unless of course, you don't want to show me off in some of the faster dances, my dress is still undone." She reminded him. "And likely to stay that way." The band finally began to up the tempo a little and played some good old Rock'n'Roll. The girls on stage began to talk to each other with their guitars, each taking the lead in turn. They were good and the floor started to fill up with dancers. As most of the women were wearing long dresses, the opportunities for jiving were restricted, so most couples made it up as they went along. Sarah started a bluesy sort of sinuous movement in front of Tom and he did his best to keep up. One thing that Tom and a few others noticed that as she moved her body from side to side, she removed any doubt that anyone might have had about her lack of underwear. The dress opened up nicely and revealed her bare skin from stocking tops to lower torso. The quick flashes of her neatly trimmed pubic hair was also noticed by the band. This was not too difficult for them as Tom and Sarah were dancing directly in front of the stage. Sarah was getting calls of encouragement from members of the band that included the girls. Thus encouraged she exaggerated her movements to the extent that her bare hip would slide out from beneath the cover of the flimsy lace dress. After a few minutes of this, they needed a rest and moved to the bar area of the room. Tom lifted her up on to a particularly high stool, she crossed her legs and the dress parted completely up to her bust. In truth nothing could be seem other than through the lace material, which was plenty anyway, but the sight was immensely erotic. Tom and Sarah were soon surrounded by Tom's colleagues, who all seemed to want to buy them drinks. Dorianne pushed her way into the crowd and said, "That's some show you are putting on there, Sarah, I must get you involved in our little auction next year." Sarah just smiled at her. "Stick around." Tom whispered into Dorianne's ear. "There's more to come yet!" Dorianne gave a good example of her dirty laugh and said in reply, "I look forward to it!" When Tom wouldn't give her any clues as to what was going to happen, she called him a tease. "Not me." Tom insisted, "I rely on my fiancée to do that." After a couple (or more) refreshing drinks, the pair decided to more back to the dance floor. Sarah did a lot more flashing and finally whispered to Tom, "I think it's time." He took her hand and they strolled towards to the door leading to the pool area. Clearly Dorianne had put the word out and a lots of eyes followed them. They walked slowly along the side of the bath. Tom made to push Sarah into the pool. She resisted. He tried a bit harder, she resisted still. "Make sure I go in!" she gasped at him as he continued to try to prevent him succeeding. Finally with a big splash in she went. There was a big cheer , mostly from the men, but some of the women gave Tom looks that could kill. He almost jumped in beside her, but remembered her instructions and walked to the side of the pool where she was standing holding her hands in the air for assistance. She was standing in perhaps three feet of water, so it was not difficult for him to pull her out, dripping wet. Her dress was now completely transparent and all of her body could be seen without difficulty. However, he didn't have time to take in the vision as she clung to him and her left leg clasped round his buttocks and she kissed him hard. "I do love you, Tom." She said when she came up for air. "You do indulge me!" They heard a splash and looked round to see Dorianne fully dressed in the water. "I want someone to kiss me like that when I get out!" she called. There was, it seems several volunteers. "Now take me dancing again." Sarah said to Tom. They walked with her dripping water on the floor into the middle of the dance floor and a yelp of approval came from one of the girls on the stage. They continued dancing until the band finished their set and sat at the side of the stage holding hands. "Still want to marry me?" asked Tom, "Even though I put you in the pool?" "I wouldn't have married you if you hadn't." she told him. Just then the girls from the band came over and said how much they had enjoyed the night and it was mainly down to her. "I loved the way your dresses got more revealing as the night went on," Sarah told them. "I thought that was very sexy." "I'm Clare, we do sexier things than that." One of them said, "It depends on where we are playing. We get away with a lot more if we are playing a nightclub." "What sort of music do you play in nightclubs?" Tom asked. "Some of the numbers you did tonight were great for here, but I can't image you doing that sort of thing in a nightclub." Clare laughed. "We can do pretty well any sort of music. Normally there are three of us girls, but Emma is off sick tonight, she is our main singer. Now she is really sexy." She handed Tom a card, "give us a ring if you want to come and hear us doing something different and we'll tell you where our gigs are." There was a call from the stage and with a wave they were gone." "Right Miss Wilson, you come with as me there is something I have to do." Tom was being very assertive. "Oh?" said Sarah, "What is that," "I want to come all over your pretty little face." "You know, I think I might enjoy that as much as you!" She replied and they walked through to the main lobby of the hotel to get the lift. Her dress being light was already drying, but her breasts could still clearly be seen, as could her very erect nipples. Tom was amused to catch sight of Sarah's thin dress clinging to her still damp buttocks in a mirror. When they arrived in their room, Tom spun her round and she knelt in front of him. She helped him undo his trousers and gazed at the impressive erect penis as it sprung free. She had seen it before of course, but much as he liked looking at her naked body, she enjoyed the sight of the gun that was soon to discharge over her. Sarah raised herself off her haunches to take the purple, angry looking prick into her mouth. However Tom was too aroused for that and withdrew from her wet mouth, this was all about him and his gratification, he was not at that moment concerned as to whether she gained anything from it or not. He gave his penis a couple of quick strokes and spat his sperm straight at her face. He was genuinely aroused at what he had seen whilst downstairs and as a result, three, four, five thick streams of semen covered her face from brow to chin. Her face was covered in his white seed and she relished it. She took his penis back into her mouth in it's softening state and sucked on it as if her life depending on it. She soon discovered however that for now he was a spent force. She stood up "Come with me." She said softly, refastening his trousers. "Where are we going?" He asked. "For a walk round the hotel." She replied, "I want people to see me covered in your spunk!" The thought of this brought a twitch to his loins, but he followed her out into the corridor. By now the semen had begun to drip off her chin and run down the front of her dress. She nudged him, pointed to the stains on the white lace, "It looks good huh?" He smiled and went to kiss her, but she pushed him away "Don't smudge it, I want everyone to see. In fact I hope someone takes a photograph and posts it on the internet. I want them to know I am yours." They made their way down to the bar and Tom ordered drinks. The girl behind the bar initially looked shocked, then she smiled. "I'm envious." She then continued, "Envious of your courage to wear that cum on your face in public." "I'm sure he'll do it to you if you ask." Sarah told her. The girl laughed and said, "I think my husband might have something to say about that!" "Then get your husband to do it for you." "Oh! He has, many times, but I wouldn't do what you are doing and allow myself to be taken out in public in that state." The bar girl was still smiling. "It was my idea to come out here." Sarah told her. "Then you're pluckier than I thought." "Not plucky, just loved and in love." Sarah said bringing the conversation to an end. Soon most of the evidence was off her face and down the front of her dress, where it stayed and stained. "Shall we go for a walk outside?" Tom asked. "Hmm – why not?" she replied. As they walked through the front doors of the hotel, across the gravel of the car park, which made it difficult for her to walk in her high heels. They reached the manicured lawns where she kicked off her shoes and continued in bare feet. She stopped. "Was that a raindrop I felt just then?" She asked. "Maybe, but you're going to get wet whether it rains or not!" He told her gruffly. "But there's no lake or fount.........Oh! I get it! She laughed. She fell to the ground, lay on her back and told him, "Make it good mister. Make it good!" He undid his flies and began spraying her from head to toe. She rolled back and forth making sure that she was thoroughly wetted, back and front, feet and hair. When he stopped, she sat up resting with her hands behind her. "Finished?" she asked, "Or can you spare me a drop to drink?" He knelt beside her on the wet grass. "No." She told him, "Let's go back to the room, you owe me several orgasms!" They walked back in through the main doors of the hotel and a woman seeing Sarah's state with her dress soaked and her hair plastered to her head, exclaimed "My God! Is it raining?" Sarah smiled at her, "It has been, in fact you could say it has been pissing down!" She giggled at her own wit all the way to the lift. She stripped off in the bathroom, looked at the drenched and dirty dress, "hmm," she said to herself "I'll take that into work and see what I can do with it." They showered together for a long time and when they were quite clean, proceeded to get down and dirty together again. He was as good as his word and gave her several orgasms throughout the night. Some of these were by conventional means, i.e. by penetration, others were by hand – or tongue. He worshipped her naked body, caressing it, sucking, licking and kissing everywhere from toes, vagina, anus, belly, navel, breasts, neck, face, and not missing out her perineum, that tiny spot between her vagina and anus. He had learned something from that night Mina spent with him. She luxuriated it the close attention and felt valued and deeply loved, despite the appearances of what he had done to her earlier. She lay back as he gently attended to her needs and thought there was nothing she would not do for this man. They woke late for breakfast. They both threw on jeans and tee-shirt and dashed down to the breakfast room. Luckily they were still serving. Whilst eating, Dorianne approached and stood by their table. "That was some show you put on last night." She told them. "Did you like it?" Tom asked, "It was primarily for our own enjoyment." "I sure did and I was not the only one!" Turning to Sarah, "How did you get so wet outside last night? It wasn't raining that hard." "Do you really want to know?" Sarah asked her. "Yes of course!" "He pissed all over me!" Dorianne, caught her breath and gave such a loud guffaw that a tiny bit of her breakfast which was still in her mouth, shot out and landed on the table. "God! I 'm sorry! How embarrassing, I do apologise! My, what can you think of me?" She was so embarrassed that she made no further mention of the remark that prompted the projectile food delivery. Tom being the perfect gentleman picked up the offending article with his fork and offered it back to Dorianne. "Tom Ward you're a perfect beast!" she exclaimed and laughing went back to her own table. They finished breakfast and decided a walk in the grounds would give them a bit of fresh air. "Should I bring my Macintosh?" Sarah asked him jokingly. "Only if that's all you're going to wear." They stepped outside and explored the grounds properly and decided that they might come back again there was a nice wooded area they would like to explore. "Are you going to change for the drive back?" Tom asked. "Do you want me to?" "Not particularly, but I do like the sight of your legs when I'm driving." "You should concentrate on your driving." "Nonetheless........" "Okay, I'll put on a skirt so you can ogle my knees as you drive." "I have a better idea, you drive then I can interfere with your clothing as we travel." "If that's what you want, then I'll drive." They went back up to the room and packed. "How about this skirt?" She asked, "I'll have to do as it is the only one I have with me." Tom rubbed his chin, "Hmmm. It's a bit long." It was a pencil skirt to just above her knees. "If you feel that way, do something about it!" She told him, then added "There are some scissors in my vanity bag." He cut round the hem of the skirt so it was well above mid thigh. "Shall we go now?" she asked. He nodded, but kept the scissors. They ran the gauntlet of other guests who were also checking out and leaving. Lots of people saying goodbye to each other, Tom and Sarah included, a general melee and too many people about, eventually and none too soon, they found themselves at the car. The bags were thrown into the back and Sarah clambered into the driver's seat. "Where too sir?" she asked in a manner associated with a chauffeuse. "Somewhere nice for lunch driver if you please." So off she drove. After several miles, she asked "Pub sir?" and indicated a sign at the side of the road. "Yes. That will be fine, would you care to join me for lunch?" "Thank you sir, Yes." They couldn't keep this up of course and were giggling quietly as Sarah parked the car. All the way there, Tom had been mesmerised by the amount that the shortened skirt had ridden up her thighs. This was something that she did not seem too concerned about. Indeed as she alighted from the car she did not bother to pull it down again. "By the way, I think I should tell you," She began as they took their seats at a table by the wall, "I am wearing the neatest thong you've ever seen." "I should like to see it." "Then help yourself, whenever you like." She told him. "Perhaps I will a little later on." They ordered drinks and a meal. The drinks arrived very quickly, the meal took a little longer, but they were in no desperate hurry. Eventually Tom decided to investigate the thong. He produced the scissors and proceeded to cut up the skirt from the hem until her reached the string of the thong. He snipped through it and pulled so he could get at the other string and snipped that too. It was the matter of a moment to remove the item of underwear, hold it up to the light and place it in the middle of the table. Neither of them spoke. They finished their meal and a teenage girl came to take away their plates, she saw the thong and uttered "Oh My God!" she picked up the plates working around touching the thong and disappeared into the kitchen. A minute later the Landlord arrived. "Have you been upsetting my staff?" He demanded. "Upset her?" Tom asked, "We didn't say a word to her." "What's this?" he replied pointing to the thong. "That's my thong, the damn string broke, so I had to take it off." Sarah looked so apologetic. "Why did you put it on the table?" "Where else should I have put it?" "In your pocket?" "I don't have any pockets." She protested. "What about you?" The landlord said, looking at Tom. "Look mate," Tom started, "would you put it in your pocket knowing where it's been?" "Well, er... No, I don't suppose I would." The boss admitted. "Well bring us another round of drinks and we'll say no more about it." Tom said trying not to laugh. The landlord started towards the bar, scratched his head and slowly turned round, pointed at Tom and said "Nice try son, better luck next time!" They got back into the car and as Sarah was driving along, Tom amused himself by snipping small pieces off her skirt. Then bored with that, he started on her shirt, soon her left breast was peeking through a six inch diameter hole in the shirt. When he started cutting up the sides, she looked at him and said. "You know what you doing to me don't you?" "Yes, I'm cutting you out of your clothes." "Apart from that." "What?" "Making me fucking horny!" she almost shouted at him. Suddenly the car lurched as she turned into a field through an open gate. In the next few seconds, she had stopped the car, unclipped her seat belt and pounced on top of him. They were in that field for some time. He had his seat reclined and she sat astride his nether regions pumping herself up and down on his hard prick. Miracle upon miracle, they came almost together. She collapsed onto him breathing hard. Tom gripped the shirt and ripped it off her back. Sarah raised her face a few off inches his should which is where it was resting and plunged her tongue deep into his mouth. "I fucking love you Tom." She gasped "I'd do anything for you!" Then, "I'm almost naked, do you want to finish the job?" "Naah," he said, "You've still got to drive home, remember I've been drinking. And another thing we need fuel before we get home!" She laughed, kissed him again, "you're wicked." As she started the car, her shirt almost hanging off her, Tom suddenly said, "Now that we're engaged I suppose you ought to meet my parents." "What now? Like this?" She indicated her ragged state. "Well I suppose you could pin your shirt back together." "You're not serious?" He laughed, "No, I think if you turned up like that, my mother would get the vapours, and my father would disown me. Then I'd only have you to love me." "Isn't that enough?" She asked. "Of course, but I'd prefer them to like you as their daughter. Besides, getting on with them would have certain -er... benefits." "Benefits?" "You'll see when we visit them." As their journey home progressed, Sarah pulled into a little country filling station for fuel. Tom thought she made a fine sight, filling the car with the remains of her shirt billowing in the breeze. The rather disinterested youth in the pay cabin, suddenly became more interested in what was happening at the pumps. Tom took away the lad's best opportunity of gawping at Sarah's somewhat bare breasts, by going to pay for the fuel himself. "What happened to the lady's clothes?" The lad managed to ask as he processed the payment. "Oh her!" Tom said appearing to be absent minded. "Nothing she always dresses like that!" and left the cabin. When he got back to the car, he said to Sarah, "It was a good job I went to pay, as I think you might have a new admirer." "Only one?" she asked smiling. "He was on his own, so sadly yes." "Well let's not spoil his day." She suggested, drove round between the pumps and the cabin and lifted her shirt completely, cupping one of her breasts and licking her lips.