Sarah & Tom explore Ch06

Sarah & Tom explore Ch06 [part 6 of 6]
By: topcattopone (topcattopone@yahoo.co.uk)

This story follows directly on from "Still in the Algarve" which actually formed part 5 of the whole. It starts as Sarah and Tom complete their journey home from their holiday. It help if you had read the other parts but should stand alone. 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. The 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? Do 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 damanded

"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 lone 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 under dressed." He told her, "and I know now that you like it too. 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 any chance 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. Seeya!" 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.

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 her 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 for 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.

"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 w 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 of 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.

"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 the 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, 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, they both thought 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 then 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 you 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 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 Sara 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 bedrrom 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 copuld here 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 arm, 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.

"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. I 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, be