Sarah & Tom Explore ch 04 [part 4 of 6]
By: topcattopone (topcattopone@yahoo.co.uk)
Sarah was awakened by the ring of the telephone. "I'll get it!" announced Tom, walking out of the bathroom naked. "Hello?" "Hallo Tom, its 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 laid 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 being therefore," Sarah concluded, "that Carole and I are not going to be reasonably clothed at some stage." 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 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 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. 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 lying 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 in 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 and Carole 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." Announced Tom.
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 if 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 said nothing but handed her his steak knife, 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. "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!" exclaimed Sarah, 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 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 tipping, 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 tipped 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'd 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 sun beds 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 a 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 sun bed. 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 "its 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'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 expendable 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 lie 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. 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 of 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, liking 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 an 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.
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
