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.
"Oh, Eva, won't you let me play the part of your lover tonight? Look! I have thighs that are a1most as lovely to feel as your own!" And she took the girl's hand and guided it to her leg, passing Eva's fingers up and down the bare limb until they brushed lightly against the hairs of her pubic mound.
"Sandra, you'll allow Eva to touch your breasts, won't you?" Her pulse quickening, Sandra reached for Eva's either hand and-entering fully into the spirit of Maria's game-led it gradually to her right breast. Eva lay back on the bed beside her, beginning to fondle the naked globe of Sandra's tit, permitting Maria to pass her left hand freely up and down the girl's thigh. It stole beneath the short robe and stroked the hard and prominent mound.
As Maria slowly opened her thighs, Eva's fingers slipped into the warm, moist slit and started to rub it intimately. She didn't actually enter the cunt itself, not yet. Eva understood that this was to be a slow and tantalizing petting, the three girls prolonging for as long as possible the preliminary stages of their love-making.
She let her fingers slide easily and without haste into the parted lips of Maria's cunt; using her wrist to work them in a regular rhythm along the soft, deep gash. Maria kept her thighs generously opened, giving her complete freedom to do whatever she chose with her exposed crotch. The girl reclined on the ground-sheet which covered the Hoar of the tent, remaining motionless with her head turned towards Eva's breasts, studying the sharp thrust of her darling's beautiful globes as they bulged invitingly out from her robe.
Sandra's hand moved away from Eva's, content to let the girl fondle as she pleased at her breast. Her own fingers strayed downwards to the clearly defined lump of Eva's pubic mound which rose sexily from her loose and greatly abbreviated garment.
Her hand fell gently on Eva's belly and began to slide casually toward the lusty bulge. Sandra realized that the girl's robe had been inevitably pul1ed up when Eva fell back onto the bed. It was now hitched so high that its hem crossed the very center of Eva's crotch. On the pretext that she was adjusting the robe and smoothing it back so that it covered the girl's precious cunt, Sandra slipped her fingers beneath the hem and gently fondled the bulge.
She traced a path through the curling hairs and eased her forefinger into the extra-soft line of Eva's cunt. The lips re-opened under her inquisitive finger, the slit falling apart even though she was applying only the gentlest pressure.
Sandra felt Eva's fingers firmly stroking down the curve of her breast. They began at the Hat white skin above the globe, came down over the breast itself with a pushing pressure, and then lifted up again, this time cupping the orb and squeezing it sexily until the tit was stretched upwards as far as it would go.
Her nipples felt prickly and itchy. Sandra longed to scratch them, but resisted the impulse bravely; letting Eva continue to fondle them as she wished. The Communist girl's fingers moved again and again over the erect cherry, making it grow into a stiff little flower. But they were gone in a flash, leaving Sandra with a breathless desire to be "milked"!
A curious, almost telepathic, understanding seemed to exist between the three girls. They knew by an intuitive, unspoken agreement that this was to be a completely unhurried orgy of petting. With Eva and Sandra on the bed and Maria, her robe now hoisted above her hips, on the floor they made a voluptuous and sexy grouping in the darkened tent.
For several rapturous minutes Eva toyed leisurely with Sandra's breast, while her other hand roved up and down Marla's gladly exposed cunt. Sandra continued to submit Eva's pussy to a gentle fondling; pressing her fingertips into the hotly damp slit and moving them almost idly along the wide-lipped gash.