Candy Mann - Lusty Lady Lovers

Maria looked at him sharply. He was keeping the plane on an even, steady course. "What do you mean?" Her heart quickened: she had completely overlooked the possibility that if Eva was the genius they suspected and if she refused to defect… obviously, she would have to be assassinated.

Don confirmed this, giving her a strange look as if he thought she should have realized this all along. Maria did her utmost to control the feelings which she knew were already visible on her face.

“We've got to make it look like the work of a Communist," he continued. "Rig her death so that, outwardly at least, she will seem to be murdered by a jealous Soviet scientist. Something like that, anyway. The actual details have been left to us and we needn't make any plans until we know for sure that Eva won't defect. You'd better work fast, though. Pull all the stops out tonight. Win her confidence completely and make absolutely certain that she's on the verge of creating a genuine RPM." He winked broadly at her. "Then tell her she'll be much better off in the free world… and she'll have you with her for good measure!"

Maria nodded. "Right," she affirmed. And took the earphones off while she thought desperately about what she should do if Eva refused to betray her own country.

She felt certain. She could never bring herself to kill the precious girl who meant so much to her. That was impossible. Eva was too much a part of her life now, despite the fact that she'd only known the beautiful Hungarian for a few hours. A love that refused to recognize politics and the requirements of her profession had, for the very first time, been awakened in Maria. She felt that she would die herself rather than help to destroy it.

This meant that it was more important than ever before that she persuaded Eva to defect. Both their lives depended upon it. Maria vowed to herself that she would play on Eva's sexual weaknesses to the full, give the girl so much sensual pleasure that she, too, would abandon her patriotism for the sake of continuing their love affair.

Sandra! Maria had a sudden inspiration! The gorgeous secretary seemed to be so infatuated with her that she might, she just might…

Marie replaced her head-set hastily as they started to descend. The island lay below them, looking a veritable paradise with its long stretches of empty golden beaches and woods. Don guided the plane expertly onto the beach. They came to a gentle stop and Maria looked over her shoulder at Eva.

"We're going to have a wonderful time here!” she promised the girl. "You'll see-it's going to be just perfect."

Sandra puckered her lips and frowned. "I don't really like it, Maria," she said. "I thought it was just going to be the two of us. Why do we have to let her come between us? It doesn't seem right, somehow."

Maria gave her hand a squeeze. "It's only just this once, darling," she reassured her. "Look on it as a sort of experiment. After all, if two of us can have such a wonderful time together, think what three girls can do!"

They were sitting in the large luxury tent, waiting for Eva to return from the beach. The Hungarian girl had been refreshing herself with a cool dip in the sea. It was three in the morning. Sandra had been awakened an hour ago by their arrival and Maria had spent the past ten minutes explaining that she wanted the young secretary to assist her in Eva's seduction.

Sandra was still very dubious, even though Maria had taken great pains to emphasize that it was of vital importance to the West that Eva be persuaded to defect, and that the only way this could be achieved was by seducing the girl. She sat up on the bunk bed naked from the waist up, her large and mellow breasts a wonderful attraction for Maria's admiring eyes.

Only a sheet covered the rest of her body, wrapped tightly around her hips and thighs, outlining her curves and showing that the girl was unmistakably nude beneath the hugging cotton.

Maria had changed into a revealing white robe; it hung in a loose fold across her thighs, barely concealing the girl's hairy crotch. A single cord kept the garment together tied none too securely at her waist. It was quite open at her breasts, leaving most of the creamy melons whitely exposed. Beneath it, Maria was completely naked.

"You look very sexy," Sandra murmured, running her eyes up and down Maria's tall, splendidly shaped body. “I do hate the idea of sharing you with… "

She broke off suddenly as the tent flap opened and Eva ducked beneath it. Maria had given her one of the robes to wear and she looked as gorgeous as the American girl; possibly, Sandra thought with a quickening or interest, even a little bit lovelier. Her mouth felt dry as she started to imagine the intimate liberties they'd be taking with each other in a few minutes. All three of them, she reflected. Maria and Eva clad only in their brief robes, and she herself without even that much. She shivered deliciously. Perhaps it wouldn't pay her to be jealous, after all.

"Here, sit next to Sandra," Maria was suggesting. “I'm afraid our accommodation here is a bit limited. Don is going to sleep under a tree and we three will have to share the tent. Never mind, I'm sure we'll all have a very comfortable night."

Eva lowered herself onto the low-slung bed. During her dip in the sea, the feel of the salt water on her naked skin had aroused her to a deliciously sensual awareness that, no matter what Maria's motives might be, the girl (and quite possibly her companion, too) was going to do everything in her power to bring her to a new peak of sexual pleasure.

Eva didn't see any reason why she shouldn't enjoy herself as much as possible. After all, she had told herself it really is about time you were pampered and petted; why not take advantage of the situation?

Maria had promised her that in the morning she would explain why Eva's Communist bodyguards had said she was only interested in persuading her to defect. All right, Eva had decided. Let the explanations come later. First, she would take full advantage of the present.

Maria closed the tent Hap, leaving the interior in a dim mysterious half-light. She groped her way to the side of the bed, put her hand on the smooth roundness of Eva's knee and slowly squatted down beside the girl.

The only sound was the gentle breathing of the three practically naked females. A steady and strangely exciting murmur of self-conscious breathing, as if the girls were only too aware of their proximity and their mutual desires.

Maria broke the silence. “Have you thought how much this is like an ancient Gallic situation?" she whispered. "Imagine! Perhaps on this very spot, over a thousand years ago, three girls were alone together: awaiting the return of their husbands. The men had gone to fight in the wars with the Romans and all the females were without their lovers. They probably slept together, for company and protection. And maybe for other reasons, too!”

While she continued talking in a low almost hypnotic murmur, Maria began to caress Eva's thighs. She could feel the girl's legs trembling slightly though not from embarrassment or nervousness. Gently, absently, Maria's fingers strayed up the silky-soft flesh until they touched the extremely short hem of her robe. Then they wandered gradually down again, constantly moving against the firm and supple thighs.

"Wouldn't it be exciting if the three of us pretended that we, too, were all alone, longing for our men to return, but unable to stand the absence of their caressing hands?"

She talked on, moving her hand to the inside of Eva's thigh and stroking the milky-white skin. Her words were arousing her as well. Maria could feel the dark atmosphere and the thin costume she was wearing contributing to the erotic mood she was deliberately creating. She continued, her voice soft and low.