Eva unlocked the door of her apartment in the heart of Budapest and danced gleefully into the room, pirouetting like an excited child. Her maid, Magda, a fresh-faced girl of eighteen, came in from the bedroom where she had been dusting and was immediately swung into a close embrace.
“We're leaving in the morning, Magda!' Eva exclaimed excitedly. 'We're going to the Riviera! I've managed to fix everything!'
Magda's eyes widened and she broke into a joyful peal of laughter. 'Oh, that's wonderful!' she exclaimed, clapping her hands loudly. 'Absolutely wonderful! But how did you get around Kotak? How did you persuade him to let us go? You didn't…?' The girl left the question unfinished.
'Of course not!' Eva rebuked her. 'I blackmailed him! That's all. Well, don't I deserve a kiss for my pains?' she asked the girl demurely. She pulled Magda tightly against her and let her hands fall until they cupped the maid's buttocks, pressing them with an easy intimacy.
'Oh, yes!' the girl breathed. And immediately put her lips against Eva's, kissing her mistress passionately, her arms stealing up the woman's back and caressing her lovingly.
As they at last broke for air, Eva put her face against Magda's cheek and whispered: 'Let's go into the bedroom, my darling. This calls for a very special kind of celebration. After all, it's not every day that someone manages to outwit the head of the security group!'
Arm in arm, the two girls moved into the other room, Eva kicking the door shut behind them. Of all the many young girls she had taken to bed, Magda was the most delightful, Eva thought. She still possessed a quality of innocence, a child-like wonder at the sensual experiences which Eva could offer to her. Her family was peasant people who worked on the land near the Soviet border. Eva had been driving from Kiev after visiting one of the outlying missile sites when her car broke down. Although they did not realize the girl's immense importance, Magda's parents had put her up for the night, regretting that lack of accommodation would make it necessary for her to share the daughter's bedroom.
Next morning, after a night of quiet and leisurely love-making, Eva had told them who she was; and had persuaded them to allow her to take Magda back with her to Budapest.
Since that time, Eva had been unusually faithful to her girl lover, only once or twice allowing her over- abundance of physical affection to get the better of her. Magda was rather nice and on the plump side, providing a striking contrast to the tall and stately Miss Harnecz.
Eva unbuttoned her suit and shrugged her arms quickly out of the sleeves. She unclipped her belt and let the light brown skirt drop to the floor, standing in front of Magda in her imported nylon lingerie -abbreviated bikini panties, a flimsy see-through brassiere and garter belt to match. Her stockings were pulled right up to the tops of her lovely thighs, leaving only a scant inch of bare flesh. She adored the feel of clinging nylon on her legs, loved to have her curves encased in the exciting material.
The most voluptuous costume she could imagine would consist of nothing but diaphanous, gauzy nylon; stretched tautly from her neck to her toes, hugging her breasts, her buttocks and-best of all-her extremely prominent sex mound.
Magda, who was quite gifted with her hands was engaged in making her just such a garment. During the holiday in France, Eva hoped that her maid would complete it and help her to fit the sexy, erotic garment tightly around her limbs, making sure that the close-fitting fabric swathed her body like a second skin.
Now, there were other very exciting sexual pleasures to be engaged in. Eva watched as Magda moved around behind her and started to fumble with the clasp of her brassiere. The maid skillfully unhooked it and helped her arms free of the straps.
The ample and thrusting breasts popped nudely into view. There was one particularly striking feature about them, however. They were certainly on the large size-a generous 38 inches of firm, jutting tit-flesh. But the nipples were so tiny and insignificant that they resembled those of a boy's.
Even when fully erect, the buds were no more than minute pimples; hard and exciting to fondle, but incredibly small for so well-proportioned a girl. The fact that her nipples were so tiny didn't bother Eva, though. Not any more. At first she had been sell-conscious and ashamed of them. But she had quickly discovered that her girl friends were intrigued and fascinated by them. They loved to rub their own, riper, nipples against her small ones and excite themselves by the significant contrast in size.
Magda, in particular, was the proud possessor of larger than average nipples. Hers were nearly an inch long, and had the thickness to match. The maid felt in an odd way that these prize attributes made up for Eva's social importance and position of power, as if her extra-big nipples compensated her for her mistress's standing in Communist society.
At the moment, the girl stood closely behind Eva, looking down over the woman's lovely shaped shoulder to peer at the beautiful breasts with their boyish nipples. She rested both hands lightly on Eva's waist, fingers touching the voluptuous nylon of the girl's garter belt.
'Take my panties off, Magda,' her mistress murmured. «But leave my stockings and garter belt on, will you? I think it's much sexier that way!'
Magda stooped down behind the girl and began to slide the waistband of the pants down over Eva's hips. Her face was so close to the beautiful curved buttocks that, as they came into view, she could smell the fragrant perfume which Eva always dabbed between the cheeks.
She raised the folded-up nylon of the briefs over the girl's large, gleaming garters and lowered them slowly down Eva's thighs; letting her fingers brush into the very tight swath of her mistress' stockings.
Eva stepped out of the silky bundle and kept her legs slightly parted, posing in a dominant attitude and looking her loveliest. Magda rose to her feet again, moved around in front of the haughty girl and started to remove her own clothes.
First, the maid's uniform came off. Magda soon faced Eva clad only in her pretty lingerie-a hall-bra which revealed nearly hall her breasts, and so flimsy that the outline of her nipples could be seen plainly sticking through the white cups, red and thrusting; bright yellow panties which were drawn up as tightly as possible into her crotch, accentuating the bulge of her pubic mound and even revealing the slight indentation where her cunt-lips nestled.
Her legs were sheathed in a pair of clinging, skin colored tights. They were so sheer as to be practically invisible unless you looked very closely at them. Which was precisely what Eva intended to do!
The woman waited until Magda had unfastened her bra and let her breasts free of the restraining cups. Then she stepped across the three short paces which separated the two girls and, placing both her hands on Magda's hips, gently inclined the girl backward onto the bed.
When Magda was reclining at full length, her hands innocently at her side, Eva knelt on the floor and began to caress the girl's sexy legs, running her fingers slowly and lasciviously up and down the calves, beginning to stray boldly over the maid’s knees and onto the more interesting territory of her slightly parted thighs.
Eva watched as the supple flesh moved under her fingers, massaging the warm texture of the girl's legs with well-experienced hands. Magda submitted to the treatment passively, knowing that soon her turn would come to perform the same service for her mistress.
Eva's eyes became transfixed on the vulnerable pout of Magda's cunt. It strained softly upwards under the restraining material of the girl's tights and panties, a mound of tantalizing and wonderful heat. And concealed at its center, she knew, were the even more thrilling lips of Anna's cunt!
Forcing herself not to hurry, Eva caressed her hands and fingers allover the girl's limbs, squeezing them underneath Magda's thighs so that she could press and stroke the softer, swelling flesh at the backs of her legs. She could hear the willingly submissive girl beginning to pant-soft, breathy noises coming from her parted lips. Eva put her mouth onto the upper swell of Magda's thigh-as near to the inside as possible-and started to kiss the hot warmth of the girl's skin sheathing tights.
Magda's legs tensed momentarily, then relaxed again as she fought back the urge to press her thighs tightly together against the oral invasion of Eva's lips. Moving almost without the girl being aware of their changing position, Eva's open lips steadily shifted up the inside of her thigh towards the ill concealed curve of her sex- mound.
The woman's fingers, too, had not ceased their perpetual caressing of the maid's legs. They roamed without pause all over Magda's thighs, from time to time straying wantonly up to the girl's cunt-bulge and pressing firmly into the yielding and pliable flesh there.
Then, after perl1aps five minutes of this slow and voluptuous treatment, Eva's fingers began to pluck
