This chapter starts as they prepare to leave Portugal to fly home.
They noticed the dawn beginning to break and decided to finish their packing then have a couple of hours on the bed before they had to leave for the airport.
Tom's mobile woke them at the appointed hour and soon their taxi was at the entrance. They were both tired and in need of some sleep to catch up on that which they had missed, but the taxi ride and checking in at the airport didn't allow time for a snooze. However once they were aboard the plane and the flight started, Sarah curled up in the window seat and was soon asleep. There was no-one sharing their row of three seats, so Tom lifted the arm of the seats and settled down himself.
Tom slept fitfully and when he woke for the second time he noticed that Sarah's skirt had ridden up her thighs a little. He carefully moved the material to expose a little more of her lovely legs, she shifted her position a little which quite by chance lifted her skirt even more. As she was facing the window, her arse cheek on one side was visible up to her hip to anyone walking down the central aisle of the aircraft. Tom left her like that.
Eventually Sarah woke up and realised how much leg she had is display, she turned her head and whispered "Bastard!" but grinned broadly at Tom. Before she sat up straight for the landing, she pulled her top to one side and showed him a breast.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the Captain has switched on the seatbelt signs so we request that you now return to your seats for landing." Everyone took heed and soon the only people moving around were the cabin crew. Tom was now sitting in the next seat to Sarah and with the tables folded away, he had good access to her legs. He reached over and gripped the hem of her skirt in two hands and slowly ripped the fabric. He had ripped about an inch when one of the stewardesses walked down to their row checking seat belts. She caught Tom in the act of ripping his girlfriend's skirt and looked fiercely him. Tom smiled at her and whilst still in eye to eye contact with her, slowly tore the skirt another inch. The girl looked across at Sarah, who did not appear to be upset at all at what was happening. The stewardess now looked at Tom, and still not smiling, raised an eyebrow as if questioning what he was going to do next. He answered that by tearing a little more of the material. The stewardess, put her elbow on the back of the seat in front, cupped her chin in her open palm and waved her other hand up and down as if to say "more if you dare!" He dared and ripped the skirt almost up to the waistband the crew member smiled and blew him a kiss when she saw that Sarah was wearing no panties. "Cabin crew seats for landing please." A look of irritation came over the girl's face as she had to move away.
The plane landed and the crew started moving about again preparing for the aircraft to come on to it's stand at the terminal. Just then a female hand appeared holding a piece of paper. The girl handed it to Sarah and as both her and Tom looked up they saw her undo a button on her blouse, before closing her jacket. She winked at them both and moved on. Sarah opened the note to find "Call me" written and a telephone number. It was signed, "Gemma". "Do you think you will?" Tom asked.
"Of course!" Sarah answered, kissing him on the end of his nose. "I think she'd like me to rip her clothes off!" The thought filled Tom with passion and he kissed her hard. "My!" she said as she unclenched herself, "that has turned you on hasn't it?" She rubbed his groin and confirmed what she thought.
As they stood to get out of their seats, Sarah's skirt opened wide and revealed her panty-less pubes and Tom could not resist having a quick feel. When they got into the terminal, and were walking to baggage claim, Tom noticed that with every stride that Sarah took, her skirt parted and revealed her right leg up to the waist. Sarah noticed this too and began taking longer strides. "Like the skirt?" Sarah asked.
"Love it!" Tom replied.
"So do I!" Sarah said.
The baggage reclaimed and the walk through Customs completed, they took the overhead link to the railway station. This link is a two car unmanned tram which travels over the car parks and the exit roads of the airport to the railway, a distance of about half a mile. There was no-one else in their car, which would normally hold about ten people, but there were some people in the other car. The cars were connected to form the train, but it was not possible to pass from one car to the other. The occupants of the other car could easily be seen and vice versa. "Take of your top and stand by the window," Tom told Sarah, which she did, grinning at him. She was facing away from the other car, but it was clearly discernable from her bare back that she was naked from the waist up. Sarah watched the people and cars moving around below her, none that she could see looked up. "Do you have a coat in you hand baggage?" Tom asked.
"Mmm, a small jacket, in case it was cold when we got here." She told him.
There was a tearing sound as she heard Tom say "Well, you'd better get it out of your bag then." As he continued to rip the small top into shreds. Sarah looked at him and laughed. They were only a few yards from the terminus as she began to look for the jacket in her bag.
She had just managed to find it as the tram drew to a stop. She threw the jacket on, but had not been able to fasten it before the automatic doors opened and they were confronted with a group of people waiting to join the tram.
Tom and Sarah pushed their way through the throng, carrying their bags to enter the vestibule of the station. In the process, her jacket had been pulled to one side and one breast was exposed. She covered herself and assembled the bottom of the zip fastener on the bomber style jacket. "Still want to come and live with me?" Tom asked.
Sarah slipped her arm through his and said "More than ever if you keep giving me exciting moments like that!"
"Daily." He promised
"Good!"
Sarah kept the zip on her jacket done up to about half way, this indicated that she was wearing nothing underneath it, but at the same time only her sternum. The elasticated waist of her short jacket rode up a little to show a small amount of her midriff. They found seats on the train and settled in for the thirty minute ride to their home town. Nothing more happened on the train and as they caught a taxi, Tom asked, "Your place or mine?"
I don't mind, "Mum and Dad are away tonight." Sarah replied, then loudly enough for the taxi driver to hear, "Why Mr Ward, I do believe you want to shag me in my mother's bed!"
Tom laughed, "Do I have any alternative?"
"Absolutely not!"
"Then your place it is then." Tom admitted.
It was just still light as the taxi drew up outside Sarah's house. "We'll have to go in the back way." Sarah said, "As I only have the back door key." As they walked along the passage between her house and the one next door, Sarah observed, "You've undressed me in this passage a few times."
"Let's not break the habit then!" Tom said and made a grab for her. She skitted quickly out of his way, but not before he caught hold of her skirt and pulled it off. She squealed and made it to the back door of the house wearing only her bomber jacket.
Having gained access to the house, She turned and said, "You bugger! I was going to wear that up the town tonight!"
"I'm sure you can find something else." He told her.
She grinned and said "I hope so, otherwise, we're going to find it difficult to get in pubs tonight!"
They showered and Sarah unpacked. There didn't seem to be much point in Tom unpacking as he would be going to his own flat the next day. He just sorted out a pair of slacks, a shirt and a jacket, whilst Sarah sorted through her wardrobe for a dress. She decided on a tight black lycra dress that was incredibly short. It clung to her body like a second skin, it had elbow length sleeves and a low cut neckline – no bra. Tom said she looked sensational. She asked if he wanted to know whether she was wearing panties or not.
"Since you ask, are you wearing panties?" he demanded
"A thong, which you can ask me for at any point in the evening." She told him, "And I DO mean at any point, no matter where we are – get it?" He got it.
"Don't you want a coat?" Tom asked.
"Why? Are you going to rip this dress off too?" She asked as she dug her finger into his ribs. "Shall we go out and eat?"
They walked the half mile into town and found a restaurant with a cosy table for two and sat down for an intimate dinner. The candle on the table added a little light to the soft lighting of the restaurant. Tom reached across the table and took Sarah's hands in his and said, "Sarah, you have never looked more beautiful."
"Nah." She replied, "Trick of the light. Last time you said that, you'd just tipped something over my head!"
"Are you determined to ruin the atmosphere tonight?" He asked somewhat exasperated.
"Sorry." She whispered, "but I thought for a moment you were going to propose."
"No, I was just trying to enjoy the moment." He told her, "Even though we've just been away for a week, we didn't seem to be alone together much."
"Whose fault is that?" She asked, "Who introduced another woman into our bed?"
"Actually I think that was you." He accused.
"Sorry - again." She said softly, "I think you're right. Let's have some more wine."
