Candy Mann - Lusty Lady Lovers

"And I shall tell them why you refused to let me go! Because you were unable to protect me! Because you feared that your Department was too weak to guard one woman against enemy infiltration!"

Kotak swallowed nervously. Naturally, she had the respect and attention of the highest authorities in the country. If she did fail to complete her work and blamed him for it his head would roll as surely as if she had been kidnapped while under his care.

What a bastard of a situation! Kotak couldn't see any way out of the impasse. He licked his thin lips, aware that a long silence had fallen in the room.

Eva's eyes began to glitter triumphantly. She knew that she had him just where she wanted him! For months she had looked forward to her vacation in France. It had been three years since she had set foot outside of the East and she was determined that nothing would stand in her way. In any case, it was absolutely true that she needed a complete change of locale and climate. Lately, her work had slowed down, and she was convinced that it was due to lack of relaxation and sunshine.

"All right," Kotak said at last. He stared down at his desk blotter. "You have put me in a position where I can hardly refuse you, Comrade. All right. I shall not stand in your way. But please, I beg of you, take every possible precaution. Speak to no one, man or woman! I shall see to it that you are as well guarded as possible. When do you wish to leave?"

Eva had visibly relaxed. She positively beamed at the worried-looking Kotak. "I wish to leave on tomorrow's flight!" she announced. "And I shall be away for approximately three weeks."

Kotak looked up sharply. "Tomorrow!" he exclaimed. "But that means you'll travel via Paris, running an extra risk that someone from Western Intelligence will spot you! Please, reconsider, Comrade. There's no point in running unnecessary… "

Eva shrugged her shoulders. "What does it matter?" she asked. "Your big brave men will be on the plane to look after me, won't they?" She picked up her handbag from his desk. "Perhaps you'll arrange the tickets and send them over to my apartment tonight. It was a statement rather than a question. Kotak nodded helplessly. Why did these brilliant scientists have to be so temperamental, he wondered. In the old days such insubordination to State Security would have been punished by death… at least.

The man watched as the beautiful girl turned her back on him and walked to the door. She dressed simply but attractively; a light grey worsted suit which hugged her exceedingly well-developed figure tightly. What a waste, he thought, what a terrible waste that such a gorgeous creature should only be attracted to members of her own sex!

Once again, he reflected that such a blatant and barely-disguised sexual desire would have been severely punished in the good old days. Nowadays it seemed that you could get away with almost anything.

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.