could at the girl. To her surprise, Eva-in the flesh-was a total contrast to her photographs. She had an extremely beautiful face and figure, vivacious eyes and full red lips that seemed to invite a kiss.
Maria said, “Excuse me, I’m afraid rye left an earring in there-you didn’t happen to see it by any chance, did you?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Eva replied. Her English was excellent-only the merest trace of a Hungarian accent. Maria noticed that the girl’s eyes were meeting hers with a frank, openly appraising gleam in them. Her tongue licked slowly over her upper lip, leaving a moist film on the red flesh.
“Oh dear!” Maria exclaimed. “I do hope it isn’t lost. It was a present from a very dear friend of mine. A very special girl friend,” she added, letting a very slight emphasis fall upon the last three words. An emphasis which would certainly have been completely lost on anyone unversed in lesbian affairs.
Maria saw instantly that Eva’s eyes lifted in sympathetic understanding at the phrase. An unspoken alliance had been formed between the two girls; a silent, almost subliminal bond of recognition.
Eva had been put very much on her guard when she saw the American girl waiting outside the toilet. Then, studying her more closely, she felt convinced that she was simply an ordinary (though extremely beautiful!) tourist-certainly nothing to do with Western Intelligence. A slight prickling sensation was running up and down her spine as she stood so close to Maria. The statuesque beauty of the blonde girl was strangely compelling. She sensed an almost tangible flow of rapport between them.
“Please,” she said, and it seemed to her that her voice was trembling, so magnetic was the force of the girl’s personality. “Let me help you to look for it. Come.”
Eva turned back into the toilet and Maria squeezed into the tiny room with her. Their bodies were inevitably brushing together as the girls hunted for the fictitious earring. Eva bent down to search behind the bowl of the lavatory and Maria’s silken thigh-her mini-skirt hem revealing seven inches of lovely leg above the knee-was breathtakingly close to her face.
The plane swayed and she could scarcely avoid her cheek coming into fleshy contact with the girl’s thigh, and feeling the taut nylon she loved so passionately, Eva instinctively rubbed her face against Maria’s stocking. She felt the girl’s leg writhe briefly, but couldn’t be sure whether this was due to the movement of the aircraft or not.
Flushed and aroused, Eva got to her feet again. Her companion swayed slightly towards her (and again, Eva found it impossible to know if the action was accidental or not). She put her hands out to steady the girl, and her fingers pressed into the sleek swell of her hips, feeling through the thin material of Maria’s skirt her curved and fleshy hip.
Lifting her eyes up to the girl’s face, Eva saw with a start that she was about to cry. Tears had welled up in the bright eyes, and Maria’s lower lip was trembling prettily.
“It’s lost-I know it’s lost!” she sobbed. “Ill never find it again! Oh, it meant so much to me!” Suddenly, she buried her head on Eva’s shoulder and her body shook violently. Eva put her arms more tightly around the girl, drawing her into an embrace and letting their breasts press firmly together.
'There, there'' she soothed, stroking Maria and murmuring the words tenderly into her ear. 'Please don't upset yourself. I'm sure your girl friend wouldn't want you to do that'' Eva rested Maria's tear-stained cheek against her own. 'Come try to console yourself.'
The woman was holding 'the weeping girl very close to her body, planting her feet firmly astride against the movement of the plane. Maria's hands came up slowly around her back and gradually tightened at her spine, the strong fingers pressing into Eva as the girl cuddled tearfully into her body.
'Don't cry now,' Eva whispered. 'Let me brush the tears away for you.' She touched the tips of her fingers to Maria's cheeks and softly wiped them dry. Maria's body was shaking against hers and Eva could feel the extreme prominence of the girl's breasts against her own, thrusting and pushing as Maria continued to sob wildly.
Softly, Eva began to caress her face, running her fingers tenderly over Maria's cheeks, then down to the supple whiteness of the girl's neck.
Before she quite realized what she was doing, Eva then brushed her lips slowly against Maria's, merging them sweetly in the beginning of a voluptuous kiss. She could feel herself drifting quickly into a delicious, blissful warmth; sliding helplessly towards the intimacy of an open-mouthed French kiss, knowing only that she had to enjoy the girl's wonderful beauty, no matter what repulsion she might receive when her tears had been shed and she returned to her senses.
Maria was secretly staggered by the immediacy of Eva's reaction to her play-acting. She had not realized how terribly eager the girl was for petting and loving. How desperately she needed someone of her own sex to caress and fondle.
And Eva, though fearing that she might be making a terrible mistake in being so bold; dreading that the girl, after all, was merely unhappy at the loss of a sentimental possession, hoped against hope that her affection would be returned.
Boldly, the Hungarian pressed her mouth more and more insistently against the American girl's. She felt the wet and intoxicating lips begin to reciprocate the kiss, pushing with an equal, if not stronger urgency into her own. They were breathing heavily and passionately into each other's mouths; the very tips of their tongues meeting in a tentative, trembling caress.
The girls pressed their bodies wildly together. Their crotches were starting to grow hot and moist with desire, their hard pubic mounds thrusting through their protection of panties and dresses with mounting excitement.
Neither girl wanted the kiss to end. Eva, because it would mean that she would have to confront the girl in her arms, with the possibility that she would be angry at the advantage and liberty which Eva had taken with her; Maria because she knew that the longer and more prolonged the kiss became, the more likely it was that Eva would want to have an affair with her.
So their lesbian kissing went on and on, Maria being the first to begin to explore her partner's buttocks, though Eva's hands had now strayed to the very base of her spine (as if itching to slide down the remaining inch or so and fondle the rich, full globes of Maria's ass.
She cupped the Communist girl's fleshy orbs, lifting them gently up in her open hands and starting to give them a bold and stimulating massage. They felt wonderfully soft and pliable, more sleek and sexy to her touch than any others she could recall. Maria began to squeeze the cheeks firmly, making her fingers sink deeply into the giving softness and moving Eva's curvy cheeks round and round.
Seconds later, the girl scientist was doing the same thing to her own buttocks. Encouraged by Maria's uninhibited feeling, Eva imitated her action gladly; rubbing into the gorgeous fleshiness of the girl's ass with probing, clever fingers, and taking the initiative by being the first to push her finger into the long cleft which divided the round cheeks.
Eva could feel the well-defined ridge of Maria's panties, which only succeeded in.covering a third of the girl's abundant buttocks. They were so thin and sheer, so silky!
Through the material of the dress Eva could clearly make out their texture. Her itching fingers longed to hitch up the girl's dress and feel without any hindrance whatsoever at the tingling nylon surface of the panties.
A sharp double-knock on the door made both girls twist their mouths away suddenly! They stared wild-eyed at each other and Eva swallowed nervously!
'We'd… we'd better go back to our seats,' she gulped. 'But, please, please let me see you again! Quick! Which hotel are you staying at in Nice? I'll come to you tonight. Please don't say no.' Her eyes were imploring, begging Maria not to refuse her.
'I'm at the Beau-Rivage,' Maria told her swiftly. My name’s Maria Marshall.” She kissed Eva quickly on her mouth again, just as another knock-even more insistent than the first-sounded outside. “I like you so much!” she whispered. “Tell me your name.”
Eva’s eyes were hot and misty as she softly breathed her reply, speaking distinctly but in a hushed voice into Maria’s ear. “Say nothing about meeting me,” she urged. “There are two men with me on the plane and it’s very important that they don’t see me talking to you. I’ll explain later. Please. Let me go out first and stay hidden behind the door. Wait a few minutes before returning to our seat.”
They kissed each other quickly on the lips, then Eva opened the door, went out, and closed it quickly. Maria listened with her ear to the door. It had obviously been one of the bodyguards knocking, wondering why Eva had
