"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 knockeven more insistent than the firstsounded 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 stayed in the restroom so long. But they exchanged only a few words, and then there was silence.
Maria saw that her hands were sweaty and slightly soiled, so she decided to remain long enough to wash them. She then suddenly realized how very excited she was about Eva. She wondered if the suspicious bodyguards would or could be persuaded or fooled into letting her out that night. But as she dried her hands, she shook her head dejectedly. Why did it have to be business? Eva Harnecz was the kind of girl Maria would love to meet as a personal and loving friend.
Opening the door casually and moving out into the curtained areaway, Maria found herself suddenly slammed against the wall by a heavy-set man in a lumpy suit! Without saying a word, he brutally pushed her back into the small lavatory room and locked the door!
Chapter 7
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.