The man stood over her after pushing Maria to the floor. He glared down at her and spit in her face in a show of absolute contempt, his face snarling as he said, "Woman! Bah! Get up! Stand up!"
Maria, supporting herself along the wall, strained and pushed herself up until she was standing again. She was not really physically afraid of the man, but he had gained the drop on her. He held a big pistol in his hand and, regardless of their being in an airplane full of passengers and maybe even a sky-marshal, she knew he would use it if he had to. However, she decided to take an offended and slightly aggressive approach in dealing with him.
"What the hell do you mean by this?" she demanded. "If you don't get out instantly I'll ring for the stewardess. This is an outrage!"
"The girl who was in here with you," he said, his voice guttural and deep with menace. "What were you talking about? What do you want with her?"
Maria narrowed her own eyes. "That's none of your damned business!" she told him. "How dare you spy on us? Get out of my way-I'm going to report this to…"
Brutally, he seized her wrist and twisted it sharply; spinning her around and jerking it up until her fingers were almost touching.the nape of her neck. She felt his breath hissing into her hair, his hard and muscular body against hers. A wave of nausea passed through her.
"Listen to me!" he said tersely. "The girl you were speaking to is very important. You do not communicate with her again! You understand?"
As quietly as possible, Maria was raising her left foot. He was standing so close to her that she felt sure he must feel her weight shifting. But apparently he didn't expect her to retaliate. He gave her wrist another vicious turn. Maria gritted her teeth against the pain.
Then she brought her stiletto heel down as hard as she could on his instep, grinding the sharp point into the soft flesh above his shoe laces.
He screamed in agony, the noise filling the tiny room. Automatically, his hand released her wrist and went down to his injured foot. Expertly, the girl swung round, smashing her bent knee below into his face.
The big man fell heavily to the floor, crashing sideways into the lavatory bowl. Maria seized his neck and lifted his head bodily into the toilet bow then brought the seat cracking down on the back of his skull. She stepped in front of the mirror and calmly made her face up; adjusted her disheveled clothing, and went out shutting the door gently behind her.
"When she walked back down the aisle to her seat, she saw the second man watching her with startled eyes. Maria gave him a sexy smile as she went past, enjoying the look of bewilderment on his face. Deliberately, she ignored Eva. It was probably better to keep the girl in suspense for the time being as to her feelings at being intimidated by the "bodyguard".
She took her seat next to Erica, knowing that their bodies and faces were well-hidden by the high-backed armchair type chairs.
"That was a long time!" Erica whispered. "What happened? Did. you have any luck with her? I saw one of the men get up and bang on the door: then he went into one of the toilets. It wasn't the one you were in, was it?" The girl looked rather concerned, Maria noticed with a renewed interest in her companion.
"Everything's under control," she reassured Erica, patting her lightly on one nylon-clad knee. "Haven't you heard? I can take very good care of myself!" She gave the girl a friendly, affectionate smile.
And then, Maria realized, I'm absolutely surrounded by beautiful and available women! Erica looked as if she wouldn't require too much gentle persuasion to submit to a little lesbian love-making. The girl was regarding her with a light in her eyes that was akin to hero-worship. She had evidently realized that Maria had quite a reputation for dealing with thugs. And when the curtains swished back and the bodyguard emerged, his mopping-up operations not altogether successful, judging by the thin trickle of blood at his mouth and the way he was holding his head, Erica's eyes popped with admiration.
Maria lit two cigarettes and placed one delicately between the girl's lips. Yes, definitely Erica, she mentally counted. And, of course, darling Sandra-waiting patiently for her on the island hideaway.
And most important of all, Eva. She must save most of her energy and inspiration for the very beautiful Hungarian, Maria reminded herself.
What about the girl with Eva, the one who looked as if she was her maid? Maria felt reasonably convinced that, knowing Eva’s true nature, her traveling companion wasn’t there solely to help her dress and undress. Their relationship was almost certainly deeper and more intimate than that, she felt sure. Her mind began to conjure up all sorts of interesting and sexy combinations.
First, though, it was imperative that she make absolutely sure of Eva. Business and pleasure before pleasure only, Maria chuckled. And it looked as if the seduction of Eva Harnecz was going to prove more pleasurable than all her other assignments put together!
At 11 p.m., Maria stood in front of the bedroom mirror, checking her appearance for the last time. She wore a close-fitting, yellow chiffon negligee; the thin, silky gauze clinging like a second skin to her otherwise naked body. She turned, presenting her profile to the mirror. The upright melons of her breasts pressed boldly underneath their solitary garment, the ripe thrust of her nipples clearly visible.
Maria had taken great pains to insure that she was looking her loveliest. She had spent a leisurely hour in the bath, sprayed her body liberally with an expensive perfume, made up her face so that her particularly full and luscious lips were shown off to perfection, and then donned the sheer, scanty negligee.
The warm night air wafted sweetly into the room and filled it with the smell of light sea breezes. Maria switched off all the lights except for a pink-bulbed table lamp and walked out onto the balcony.
From the ninth floor, she could see out over the street and beach to the Mediterranean’s horizon. Below her, the girl could see an inspiring panorama of lights and fast-moving traffic, as the tourists and locals alike made toward the late closing bars and restaurants.
The curtains billowed gently as Maria went back to the bed and let herself fall onto the well-sprung mattress, her negligee creeping carelessly above her knees. She put her bands behind her neck, fingers interlocking, causing the prominent balls of her breasts to move in a sexy jiggle. She looked down at them proudly, the nipples made stiff by the friction of the nylon against them. And then there came a faint but insistent rapping at the door.
Quickly, Maria swung her legs off the bed and crossed to it. She opened the door and Eva sidled quickly into the room, breathing heavily and obviously in a state of exhaustion after a tiring run.
Maria turned the key in the lock and helped the panting girl to a chair, sitting on the arm and leaning over her solicitously. “Did you have trouble getting away?” she asked Eva. “What happened? You look terribly out of breath.”
Eva waited until she could speak without panting. “It was the men on the plane,” she told Maria. “They’re supposed to be my bodyguards and they follow me around everywhere I go. But I think I’ve managed to shake them off. I led them quite a chase. We covered the best part of Nice, I should think!”
Eva let her head fall back against the cushion. The Hungarian girl was wearing an evening gown which fell away from her shoulders in a revealing way, exposing a generous amount of her big breasts. It was satin fronted, coming down modestly to her sides and a deep blue in color. The rise and fall of her bosom alternately widened and closed the cleavage between her breasts, and Maria’s eyes were drawn hypnotically to this intriguing, exciting spectacle.
"I'm supposed to be quite a valuable person in my country, you see," Eva went on, not without a certain tone of pride in her voice. "It's all very secret and hush-hush so I can't tell you anything about my work. But I'm hardly ever given more than a few minutes to myself! It's very trying at times!"
Maria nodded sympathetically. "There's no need for us to talk now, is there?" she asked meaningfully. "We can get to know each other later. Can't we begin this evening where we left off in the plane? I've been longing for you so much."
As she was speaking, Maria's hands had stolen slowly around Eva's neck. She inclined her face nearer and nearer to the Hungarian girl, at the same time drawing Eva's head forward, her fingers pressing firmly and insistently into the silky black hair. In dreamy slow-motion, the two girls began to kiss; their mouths coming meltingly together and merging in a sweet, infinitely prolonged tongue orgy.
Eva made room on the wide chair for Maria to slip down into the cushions beside her. Then, their bodies pressing tightly and warmly together, they started to pet and fondle: Eva's hands sliding around the American girl's waist and moving voluptuously over the dearly-craved silk of Maria's revealing negligee.
Marie kept her hands on Eva's hair, stroking the beautiful How and running her fingers down to the girl's neck, from time to time passing them under Eva's ear and feeling her squirm deliciously at the erotic touch.
“Please… " Eva gasped, breathing heavily. “Let's go to' bed. I can't stand not being able to touch you more freely and comfortably!"
Very willingly, Maria helped her to climb out of the chair. Then the girls walked, arms possessively around each other's waists, to the bed. Eva fumbled with the zipper at the back of her dress.
"Here let me help you do that!" Marla said. She drew the zipper slowly all the way down the girl's back. It extended right to Eva's buttocks, and Maria's eyes drank in the sexy cheeks greedily. They were covered only by a pair of totally inefficient black panties, so tiny that they had inadvertently been drawn tightly into the girl's ass-crease, leaving the cheeks themselves completely bare.
Maria helped her to pull her arms out of the sleeves, then stepped back slightly to watch the gown rustle excitingly to the floor. Eva turned slowly, coming around to face the American girl and pose for her.
Eva had on the wispiest bra Maria had ever seen. A mere froth of black nylon that had no webbing, no supports whatsoever; just a tautly stretched piece of gauze which cradled the girl's bulging breasts and left the globes free to sway and shimmy as she moved.
Flesh-colored stockings came right up to her crotch, the clips of her garter belt digging far more tightly than was strictly necessary into' her thighs. Eva stood with her hands loosely at her sides, allowing Maria to run her eyes as slowly and deliberately over her semi-nudity for as long as she wanted.
Maria had to keep swallowing; the sight of Eva's sexy body was quite literally breath-taking. And she began to pant as she realized that in a very few moments her hands would be roaming with complete freedom over the girl's gorgeous charms. She could feel her own nipples growing harder, thrusting into the sheer negligee and making it form two large bumps on top of her breasts. Eva’s eyes, too, were roving greedily over Maria’s body, her fingers trembling with anticipation.
They delayed the actual physical contact for as bug as possible; both wanting to savor the visual delights which confronted them before going on to the infinitely more pleasurable sensations of actually touching and fondling the smooth, creamy female flesh of each other’s bodies.
Finally, with a helpless moan of desire, Eva half fell forward into Maria’s arms. The girl caught her up, gripping her tightly around her waist, fingers sinking deliciously into the bare, warm skin. Once more, their breasts met and pressed firmly together. Both Maria and Eva rubbed themselves cat-like against one another to make their titties brush and push in sexy communion.
Eva’s hands slid beautifully onto Maria’s buttocks, fondling the barely covered globes with a deep, sensual massage of her slender fingers. Passionately, their lips met again, kissing urgently and moistly, lips parted to enable their tongues to twine in a daringly thorough penetration.
Locked in embrace, the two girls fell sideways onto the bed, not losing for a single moment their lascivious mouth-contact. Gradually, as they lay with breasts and bellies pushing and pulsing, Maria felt her negligee being slowly pulled up. Eva was continuing to knead and fondle her buttocks, but the fingers of one hand were pulling the nylon over Maria’s thighs; until the long and very shapely legs were completely bared.
For a brief moment, Maria drew back from the embrace, allowing Eva time to quickly jerk the negligee right up in front, exposing her hard-mounded cunt and the supple skin of her tummy.
She moved back against her lesbian girlfriend, feeling Eva’s hands on her naked ass, rubbing and lifting the heavy orbs with an even greater passion, her sweet breath panting into Maria’s mouth as she thrilled to the bare and supple flesh of the girl’s buttocks.
Maria herself had turned her attention to Eva’s intriguingly silken thighs. She stroked the unusually long stockings, beginning to feel something of Eva’s unusual delight in the close-fitting, tautly pulled-up nylons. Her fingers moved on the sheer, sensual material, rubbing firmly with both hands on the backs of Eva’s legs. They stroked on to the large clasps which kept the stockings in their tightly drawn position and pushed them into the softness of the girl’s thigh.
There was scarcely an inch of bare flesh exposed, since Eva’s stockings covered as much skin as possible. The swell of her buttocks almost came down to the girl’s stocking-tops, so high were they pulled. Maria was able to keep her fingers on the long stockings and, at the same time, touch the bottom of Eva’s ass-cheeks with her thumbs.
She felt the ripe balls yield under the prodding of her long-nailed thumbs, the flesh wobbling slightly as she gave it an exploratory push with the very tips of her digits. Then, giving in to her burning desire, Maria rather reluctantly released Eva’s thighs and raised all her fingers to the shapely ass.
She treated them to the same thorough and deliberate exploration which Eva was giving to her own bottom, running her hands over and over the cheeks of flesh and letting her fingers raise and pinch generous folds of the smooth skin with an ever-increasing fierceness.
The girls took pains to keep the muscles of their asses as loose and untensed as possible, letting the other girl enjoy to the full the freedom of caressing and fondling at the richly curved globes.
With an audible wet smacking sound, their lips drew back at last. Their eyes met in blissful pleasure and Eva felt an ecstatic merging of her soul with Maria s as she looked deeply into the depths of the girl's slumberous and sexy eyes. Not ceasing their steady, unashamed feeling of each other's buttocks the girls gazed longingly at one another.
Softly, Eva murmured, the words coming with a heart-stopping intensity of feeling: "I love you, Maria! With all my heart, I love you!"
Maria felt herself trembling with an unfamiliar tremulous emotion. She looked searchingly into Eve’s beautiful brown eyes, realizing that she was falling helplessly into the whirlpool which spun in each of the girl's pupils. Like a mystical force the ineffable mystery of Eva's soul seemed to reach out magnetically to her and draw her invincibly downward, plunging her into a oneness with the incredibly lovely girl.
For the first time in her life she was falling hopelessly in love. Never before had she known such a blissful, ecstatic emotion towards another human being. Maria could scarcely speak, her voice seeming to belong to someone other than the girl she had always known.
"I love you too'" she whispered. "Oh, I love you, Eva' The moments seemed to stretch into hours as they drank deeply of their suddenly realized feelings towards each other. "I love you" Maria repeated. "Oh, how I love you'"
Their lips drew closer again, this time brushing very lightly together before meeting fully in a timeless kiss that was even more thrilling than their others. Forgetting that this "seduction" was supposed to be part of her work, Maria gave herself to the strange and adorable woman without reservation. She gave not merely her body, but her entire self, feeling her whole being respond to Eva's indefinable aura of intense sexuality and idealistic love.
The girls began to writhe more and more insistently together. They thrust their itching and hotly aroused crotches against each other, Maria's bared cunt driving furiously in a side-to-side movement on Eva's.
Slow down, a warning voice told Maria. Don't rush this wonderful petting! It's more important than anything you've ever done that you give Eva the most beautiful caresses she's ever known,
Maria controlled herself with a tremendous effort, forcing her urgently demanding lust to quieten a little. Then, ignoring the fierce hammering of her heart, Maria moved herself slightly away from the other girl, letting her hands slip onto Eva's thighs and hold her at arm's length. Eva looked momentarily worried by this sudden withdrawal, but Maria quickly gave her to understand that this was only the preliminary to a more searching and thorough exploration of her body.
Firmly but gently Marla urged Eva to He on her back on the bed, She made the girl take her hands from her own body, then began to caress Eva from her smoothly rounded shoulders downwards.
Maria's hands tingled as she pressed them into the wonderful skin; fingers moving with slow deliberation over Eva's nude white flesh until they were touching the upper slopes of the girl's half-concealed breasts. Maria took her time about reaching the rising and falling globes, making her fingers dawdle deliciously over Eva's chest before finally allowing them to close over the girl's superb bosom.
She manipulated her hands under the loose bra cups, feeling the sweet warmth of the twin spheres on her fingers. The brassiere was easily pulled over the orbs and Maria drew the flimsy, filmy nylon off Eva's snowy curves with the slowest possible movement, baring the so-tiny areolas of the girl's nipples.
Her eyebrows lifted in surprise as she studied the surprisingly petite buds. Although they were evidently at full erection, they were still only barely discernible, contrasting strangely with the rich, ripe swelling of Eva's breasts.
Marie took only a moment to unclasp the wispy brassiere and leave the upper portion of Eva's body completely naked. Her hands then resumed their caressing of the girl's bosom, now sinking fully into the soft and pliable globes, lifting the generous curves up and rubbing the flesh with loving, penetrating fingers.
Bent over Eva, her shoulder-length golden hair cascaded silkily onto the girl's nudity. The fascination of the Hungarian girl's tiny nipples was very strong; and Maria started to brush her fingers across them, feeling the sweet little buttons perk very slightly at her touch.
Eva's body began to move sensuously on the bed, the girl's shoulders twisting in delicious pleasure as she felt Maria's hands kneading and twisting her breasts. Looking down, she could see-through the opening of the girl's negligee as she bent forward the full outline of Maria's titties, with their enormous nipples bobbing gently as she moved her arms in the breast-massage.
Eva raised her right hand softly, bringing her fingers into contact.With the dangling melons. A slow tightening of her upraised digits and her hand closed firmly over one of Marla's breasts, squeezing it tightly through the sheerness of her negligee.
Eva loved this even better than the feel of a totally nude breast. The thin covering of silky material around the otherwise naked titty gave her an added perhaps fetish-type pleasure. She began to "milk" the breast which lay heavily in her hand; pulling it downward and letting her fingers slide off the pointy nipple, and then repeating the caress.
When Maria’s mouth at long last carne into wet contact with her own nipple. Eva started to close her forefinger and thumb as firmly as possible around the thick and vibrant bud. She flattened the meaty cherry as much as she could, feeling her fingers almost meet… then slowly released it again, only to tighten her grasp on the nipple even more securely and repeat the action.
Uncaring about anything save the wonderful pleasure of fondling and sucking (respectively) at each other's nipples. Eva and Maria spent more than a quarter of an hour on this mode of caress alone. They were perfectly content to remain in their present position, scarcely moving, leisurely inspecting and rubbing at their breasts and nipples.
Finally Maria's fingers became excited by the possibility of exploring a more intimate territory of Eva's body. They left the girl's breast in the safe keeping other busily chewing lips and stroked persuasively down Eva's midriff until they reached the girl's tightly fastened garter belt.
There, they stole softly over the flesh-hugging undergarment and began to pet the yielding skin of the Hungarian's belly. Her panties left this area completely nude, stretching tightly across Eva’s public bulge and even allowing a few wisps of the girl’s silky sex-hair to escape their firm sheathing.
Maria's fingers glided gently across the satin surface, slipping onto the hard mound itself and beginning to fondle the sensitive spot, working the very tips, of her fingers delicately aver the sexy thrust of Eva’s cunt-bulge. She felt them give suddenly, as if the girl’s pussy had abruptly decided to permit an entrance.
Keeping a large piece of breast firmly in her mouth (and running her tongue over and over the minute nipple bud), Maria pushed one finger deliberately into Eva’s cunt, farcing the material of the girl's panties to proceed her.
When she felt her nylon briefs sinking into her vulva, Eva entered immediately into the second stage of her desire, a kind of swoony delirium where she scarcely knew what was happening to her or what she was doing to her partner. Reaching down with her other hand, the girl scientist grabbed the waistband of her panties and tugged them upwards as hard as she could, making the scanty briefs stretch into a narrow strip of material which slid recklessly over the lips of her sex, pushing them out into the open on either side of her pubic bulge.
Maria’s finger worked itself deeper and deeper into the actual hale; until the piece of nylon which she was thrusting inwards, snapped out of the way and left her finger free to penetrate all the way without hindrance.
Sensing the center of Eva's panties rubbing against her frigging finger, Maria warmed her away into the heart of the other girl's cunt. The juicy red walls closed tightly around it, seeming to suck her finger into the hat recess.
She let the panties remain where they were. The feel of them on her finger was sexier than if the girl had been totally naked. As it was, Eva's nylon briefs made an exciting addition to the sexiness of her fondling. They were stretched as tautly upwards as it was possible far them to be pulled, digging deeply into the soft crotch at the right side of Eva's slit.
Maria's finger drove in and out of the beautiful girl's cunt. It slid with the greatest of ease into. Eva's willingly open slot, came gradually out again tickling and caressing the liquid sides of her cunt and then pushed its way into the slit again.
How very supple and tight the darling pussy was! Maria wandered if she could insert another finger into the girl's sweet hale without causing her too much distress. Gently, she twisted her middle finger over the one which was penetrating Eva and began to slide them bath in together. Inside, the two fingers separated slightly, one feeling the bottom part of the cunt, the other stroking at the top wall.
Eva opened her thighs a little wider to give Maria the greatest possible access to her most sensitive sex spots. Taking advantage of this freedom of movement, Maria used her fingers to stretch the lips open to an even wider extent. She then opened and closed her fingers, making the gash pout in a supple yawning and then tighten again around her tantalizing digits.
“That's wonderful!" murmured Eva feels beautiful, so beautiful and sexy!" She raised her head slightly from the pillow. "Please… let me do the same to you now.”
Maria was only too willing to yield to this request. Her slow and deliberate toying with Eva's cunt had, naturally enough, made her own crotch itch quite violently. And the way Eva had continued to pinch and titillate her nipples had already caused her to secrete a generous portion of her love juices. She let her body slip down on the bed alongside Eva's, feeling the girl give a last sharp pull to her breasts as she was forced to release them.
Eva quickly moved her hand underneath Maria's negligee, feeling with experienced fingers for the girl's cunt-lips. As soon as she felt Eva's hand pass between her thighs, Marie lifted her leg up and placed it over her lover's thighs, thus giving Eva an enviable and easy access to her pussy.
Her own fingers never ceased for a moment their probing and fondling of her voluptuous partner's cunt. And the feel of Eva's silk stockings against her thigh gave Maria an added thrill of sexy pleasure.
Seconds later, the already pulsing lips of her cunt were being stroked by the Hungarian girl's slender fingers. Maria gasped, hardly able to keep her legs open, as Eva boldly ran her fingers right up into the crease of her buttocks and then tickled them slowly under her crotch until they petted the thick lips of her sex well. Eva drove her fingers backwards, sliding them deeply between the open slit and gradually returning them to the delicately pursued orifice of Maria's ass.
This latter hole seemed to intrigue Eva even more than Maria's cunt (at least, for the time being!) She tickled the nail of her forefinger into the tiny hole, scratching lightly but insistently. And with a sigh of acute pleasure, Eva forced the tight rosebud to yield and admit the entrance of her probing finger.
Maria fought back the violent impulse to clench her buttocks tight. Her blood pounding, she struggled to keep her muscles untensed and the cheeks of her ass loose.
Eva, ignoring for the time being the wetter and more usual hole, pushed her finger into the tight place, forcing the small passage to take the full length of her long and sharp-nailed digit. It seemed to fill the narrow channel to capacity and Maria felt totally "sexed-up" by the penetration.
Sensing the girl's feeling, Eva began to withdraw her finger an inch at a time. Looking Maria directly in the eye she whispered: "It's very sexy for you, isn't it darling?"
Maria nodded slightly, feeling herself unable to speak. The finger plopped out of her asshole and the stretched skin fell back into place. She began to frown as Eva removed her hand completely from between her thighs. Surely she wasn't going to stop? Not now! Not when they were beginning to enjoy each other so intimately and beautifully?
The fears were swiftly allayed. Eva brought her hand up in front of her face, kept her eyes fixed firmly on Maria's, deliberately opened her mouth, and popped the finger between her lips!
She sucked slowly and lingeringly on the digit, pushing it in and out of her mouth and licking it with her sexy pink tongue. Maria watched her, a tremendous feeling of violent lust racing through her body.
When her finger was well and truly moistened with her saliva, Eva removed it from her lips. She then returned it down Maria's front to her crotch again, pausing on the way to give the girl's breasts a brief but exciting fondling, running her wet finger right around the bulge of Maria's nipple.
Then, once more through the silky jungle of Maria's pubic hairs and into the girl's crotch again, Maria felt no pain or discomfort as Eva re-thrust her finger up her tight asshole. It slid daintily into the opening, pushing firmly but with a coaxing gentleness until it had penetrated her completely.
Eva's action of licking her finger fired Maria. She let her two fingers slide slowly out of Eva's cunt. They came reluctantly free of the wet and clinging hole and Maria lifted them up to her face. She held them in front of her open mouth, her eyes hot and languorous, watching Eva as the girl waited breathlessly for her to insert them between her lips.
Teasing her with a look of demure sexiness, Maria brushed the cunt-moistened fingers across her teeth. She extended her tongue slowly, only very gradually bringing it into contact with the wetly perfumed digits.
She felt Eva's breath mingling with hers and could smell the strong aroma of the girl's love-juice as she began to lick at the juicy fingers. Her mouth was only a few scant inches from Eva's and, simultaneously, both girls pressed their lips forward until they met in a deliriously extended kiss.
Maria kept her fingers to her mouth and, as the girl's tongues mingled once more, she felt Eva's join hers in. licking up and down the length of them. Together, they enjoyed the fruits of Eva's juices, tongues fighting avidly for the pleasure of dabbing them off Maria's fingers.
Realizing that they both relished this highly erotic pastime, they again returned their hands to each other's cunts and gathered a further supply of liquid from their respective vulvas.
Again, their fingers slipped into their mouths… again, both girls licked dry the moistened members, lips pressed hotly together. Their enthusiasm for this unorthodox form of petting grew both stronger and bolder. There was no need to speak, no need to indicate in any way what was required.
Instinctively, the girls began to fondle each other's cunts. And as soon as they were well moistened and made pungent by the slots, they brought them to one another's lips and allowed their fingers to be dried of the intimate juices.
First, Maria sucked Eva's fingers after they had been roving into her crotch.
Then Eva sucked Maria's fingers, tasting the cream of her own cunt juices.
Maria lasciviously licked all trace of the love-juice from.Eva's fingers, after they had been dipped deeply into her own cunt.
Finally, every possible exchange had been made, and the girl's mouths were wild with the combined flavors of both their own and their partner's crotches.
Eyes misty with the urge to abandon their petting and achieve orgasms, Maria and Eva again clung to each other with arms tightly around their bodies. Maria rolled on top of the Hungarian girl, squeezing her thighs between Eva's until she could feel the slender strip of silk which was the girl's screwed-up panties rubbing into her crotch.
Maria moved her pelvis up and down on Eva's, quickly and urgently. Her buttocks were seized by long, deep-sinking fingers and she felt them being opened and closed… lifted and pinched… as Eva drew her tighter and tighter against her.
Maria's breasts squashed their bosomy way into Eva's, and the American girl's normal-sized nipples completely covered and obliterated Eva's tiny little buds. She wondered if Eva would prefer to be cuntlicked as a means of hastening her orgasm, and was.about to wriggle down until her face was between the girl's thighs when Eva whispered:
"Please! Maria darling, could you pull my panties right up into me? I love the feel of them so much!"
Maria hastened to obey her lover's wishes. She worked her hand between their crotches and took the waistband of Eva's silken briefs between her fingers, holding it tightly, she began to pull the panties higher and higher, feeling them bite between the plump lips and disappear into the red flesh.
A slight movement of her hips, and Maria succeeded in placing her hairy mound squarely on top of Eva's. The identical lips rubbed sweetly together, like another pair of mouths kissing and pressing in a moist, fierce embrace.
Maria began to jerk the panties up in a rhythmic series of tugs, which sent Eva into a frenzy of wriggling, writhing ecstasy. The girl clawed at Maria's buttocks, nails scratching frantically into the soft and curvaceous globes and rising long red welts on the white flesh.
They ground their crotches in a furious, fucking imitation, up and do up and from side to side. Then, throbbing with uncontrollable violence, Eva hit the zenith of her passion!
One of her garter clasps had become unfastened during their vigorous lovemaking, and Eva now reached for the clasp; quickly stretched it between Maria's thighs, and pulled the elastic smartly into the girl's crotch.
She drew it so tautly that she was able to press the steel clasp into Maria's asshole, holding one cheek out of the way with her free hand. As she continued to pulse out her own orgasm, Eva initiated Maria into the pleasures of tight elastic by holding the extended webbing of her garter fastening firmly into the girl's coot, making the hard elastic cover her lips and work with a sexy friction right into the large gash itself.
Using quick, sharp movements of her fingers, Eva frigged the stocking retainer against Maria's vulva. Whenever she was forced by circumstances to masturbate, this was the mode of self-pleasure she enjoyed most. And it seemed, from the way that Maria was gasping and wiggling her crotch wildly against the elastic material, as if the American girl, too, more than appreciated her introduction to this offbeat form of caress.
"Don't stop!" Maria cried suddenly. "It's so sexy, so wonderful! Can you… can you make it tighter, darling? Can you? I'm starting to come! You don't mind if I… If I… ”
Her thighs jiggled wildly and her ass clenched so tightly that Eva had the greatest difficulty in keeping her fingers inside the crease.
When, finally, the spasm was exhausted, Maria kissed Eva's mouth with all the tenderness and all the love she could muster.
"That was beautiful!" she breathed, her lips touching Eva's as she spoke. "What a nice girl you are to think of such things." She kissed the girl scientist again, nibbling softly at her lower lip.
"I would never have done that to anyone," Eva whispered. "But with you I feel… somehow feel I can trust you completely. Trust you with all my little fancies." Her eyes seemed larger and brighter. Maria stared into them, again feeling that indefinable bond which was drawing her into a more and more intimate union with the girl it was her job to seduce.
"I feel much more free with you, too," Maria murmured. "It's as if we belong together, as if we've always belonged together."
They cuddled closely, their bodies warm and relaxed, eyes dreamily shut.
At the noise of the door crashing open, Maria toppled off Eva's body and Hung herself towards the gun which rested on the bedside table. But as her hand reached for it, a harsh voice, backed by the obvious authority of a weapon, shouted: "Do not move!"
She froze instantly.
"Turn around very slowly, Miss Marshall. I want to see your face as I shoot you!" Maria made herself face the voice, careful not to make a sudden movement. There might still be a chance if she could think of a distraction.
"What's the meaning of this?" Eva, quickly snatching up a blanket to cover herself, broke into the electric silence which had descended on the room. "You have no right to threaten my mend in this way… "
They were the men who'd accompanied Eva on the plane, Maria saw. The one she'd had the encounter with in the toilet was staring at her with an undisguised relish in his eyes. He had quite a lot of humiliation to repay her. And he looked as if he couldn't wait to start dishing it out.
Maria noted that they were both pointing guns at her; evidently her reputation had caught up with communist Integrated Intelligence at last, she thought with a wry amusement. Previously, they'd considered one man to be more than a match for the girl agent.
Not taking his eyes from Maria for a single moment, the man told Eva, "Your friend, as you call her, is a spy-Western espionage agent, you have been deceived, Comrade Harnecz. This woman is only interested in persuading you to defect to the West! Whatever she has told you, whatever affection she has shown you, has been only to further this object."
Maria cursed under her breath. If only she'd been able to turn the tables before he'd given the game away. Now, even assuming that she escaped, it would be a thousand times more difficult to get Eva to defect. And to convince her that, although at their first meeting she had been motivated by her professional duty, the last hour with the beautiful girl had completely altered her outlook.
Maria was very deeply in love with Eva! And whether she agreed to come over to the West made no difference at all to her relationship with the girl. But now even the slight possibility that Eva would help her to outwit the bodyguards was gone. Maria could see the Communist girl's eyes growing cold and accusing. They stared at her with a growing contempt, a trembling of her lips revealing the hurt she felt beneath her anger.
"Is true?" she demanded. "Is what they say true? You are Western agent?"
Maria looked her in the eyes. "Yes," she said softly. "It's true, Eva. But the rest of what they said isn't true… not any more. I do love you! No matter what they tell you, you must believe that! I love you!"
The gunman who had spoken now gestured impatiently. “Go back to your hotel, Comrade Eva," he told the girl. “We have our orders and it is best that you do not see what we must do to her. Go! You will find three men outside with a car. They will take you safely to your own room."
Eva dressed quickly, went to the door and opened it. She stood there for a moment as if tom between trying to intervene and leaving Maria to her fate.
"Go!" barked the man. "That is an order, Comrade! Even you must obey!"
She started to back out of the room, unable to tear her eyes away from Maria. When she was halfway through, a hand suddenly went around her neck and gripped her tightly.
Eva was forced forward again, her body shielding a tall, broad-shouldered man who held a.45 automatic to her head.
"Let the guns fall to the floor," he called to the men. "Easily and very quickly. Or Miss Harnecz gets a bullet through her pretty head!" They ex* changed a brief look. His finger was curled tightly around the trigger and the expression on his face showed that he would have not the slightest hesitation in keeping his word.
Two soft thuds sounded in the room. The gunmen raised their empty hands and the newcomer pushed Eva to one side, entered the room and kicked the door shut behind him.
"Very nicely done!" he remarked. Marla picked up her own gun and walked to his side.
"Don!" she cried, "How on earth did you get here?" He grinned at her, careful not to move his eyes from the two Communist agents, and recalling his "Marie" from the past.
"They cabled me after my report arrived and told me to get to Nice as quickly as possible. All the action was taking place in France, they said… and for once they were right! I chartered a private plane in Paris and Hew the thing here myself! Where do we go now?"
"Somewhere quiet," Maria told him. "I've got to have a long tall, with Eva." She glanced at the girl who was now huddled against the wall, looking startled at the rapid change of events. "What about the men downstairs? Do you think we can get past them all right?"
Don nodded. "I spotted them as I came in. Lucidly, they didn't seem to recognize me. You take Eva down the back stairs and I’ll meet you with the car by the fire exit. O.K.?"
"One of our Danish agents is with me… Erica Sondgaard, I'd better take her as well."
He looked surprised. "Erica?" he said, "Is she in the game too? Well, I'll be damned! Yes, bring her along! Anyone else?"
Maria shook her head. "Okay, off you go. I'll follow in just a moment… ”
Marla raised her eyebrows in mock-modesty, “Really, Don!" she said. "Like this? At least give me time to dress!" Then, moving quickly, she stripped off the negligee, completely unconcerned that the three men had a dazzling view of her naked body, and pulled panties, bra and a dress on, She grasped Eva's hand.
"Come along, darling," she said quietly. "Let's go somewhere where we can talk about all this. I can explain everything, I promise you."
Eva still looked stunned. She allowed herself to be led out of the room by Maria as if the girl had her under some kind of hypnotic spell. They walked down the hotel corridor toward the fire escape. Eva stopping sharply as the sound of two rapidly fired shots came from the room they'd just left.
"What was that?" she asked anxiously. "He didn't shoot them, did he? Not in cold blood?"
Marla urged her through the door which led to the rear exit. "Wait here.” She whispered. "I'm just going to slip back and get Erica. She's the girl who was with me on the plane."
“Where are we going? Where are you going to take me?"
"Trust me, darling. Please, trust me. I'll only be a moment." Maria left the frightened and bewildered girl and rapped loudly on Erica's door. She kept glancing back to Eva, whom she could see huddled nervously behind the glass-fronted door of the back exit.
Eva felt her senses numbed, her mind in a state of acute shock. Things were happening much too quickly for her. She couldn't cope with this rapid and abrupt change of pace. One moment she had been lying peacefully next to Maria's luscious body, the next, she was hurled into a dramatic and dangerous situation where human life was of little value.
Her intelligence warned her to run to flee downstairs and seek the protection of her countrymen who were waiting outside the hotel. But her emotions made her hesitate. She had to know if Maria was the evil and corrupt spy her bodyguards had accused her of being. Somehow it just didn't seem possible. Not Maria, not the sweet and beautiful girl she'd shared such bliss with.
Eva insisted to herself that there was some other explanation. Her mind searched wildly for a more comforting reason that would account for Maria's strange behavior, and the sudden appearance of the American man in her room.
She was still standing there two minutes later when Maria and Erica came through the door and, keeping her between them, each girl holding one of her arms tightly, began to hustle her down the iron stairs.
High-heels clicked noisily on the metal steps as they descended. When they reached the bottom, Don was already waiting for them, the rear door of his Opel open, the engine running.
The girls scrambled into the back seat and Maria slammed the door shut. Instantly, the car moved off. The man shifted quickly into third-gear and gunned the car into the busy traffic circle.
"Too bad about the car," he apologized. "I tried to get the Alfa-Romeo but this was all they could let me have at short notice." His face clouded. "Damn! They must have spotted us! That's their car coming up alongside!"
The traffic light was still red and the stream of traffic flowing steadily across from their right showed no sign of abating. Marla looked out of the rear window. A black Mercedes was inching up on their left, unable to draw too close to them because of another car which blocked its progress. But she could see a man leaning out of the front passenger seat, a metallic object in his hand glinting in the light from the bright street lamps.
"He's got a gun!" Maria shouted. "Get down on the floor! Quick!"
A bullet cracked through their rear window and out again, smashing the windshield. Don peered quickly up, saw that the lights were at last changing to green, and thrust the accelerator to the floor, keeping his body well down.
The car hurtled forward, narrowly missing the rear of a small truck, its engine screaming in protest as Don kept it in second gear. He weaved the Opel expertly across the wide boulevard, changing into third as they sped up a narrow street, the Mercedes dose behind.
"We'll make for the airport," he called over his shoulder. "God knows how many more of them are ill Nice. I'll try to shake them off but I don't think they'll try anything once we're in the airport grounds. Anyway, we can get their car blocked at the entrance. Maria! You'll find the short-wave radio in the glove compartment. Get on to our man there and tell him what to do."
Maria relayed the message quickly, got an okay from the Intelligence man at the airport and got down on the floor of the car again; crouching over Eva to shield her body from any ricocheting bullets.
Don managed to lose the Mercedes at the next busy intersection, where they went through the amber light just at the point it turned red. By continuing at a faster than legal speed, they were at the airport in about ten more minutes.
“She's been shot! I think she's dead!" Eva screamed, suddenly realizing that Erica's body was slumped over" in the back seat, blood from a bullet wound oozing out of her neck.
“She'll be taken care of," Don assured her firmly as he drove out to the runway of the airport and braked the car suddenly. “Come on! Let's get to my plane. Our men here have arranged the clearance!"
Eva never stopped to think that in this very serious game of espionage, she was of far more value to them than one of their own junior agents.