0 comments/ 6865 views/ 4 favorites Erfurt 1982 By: generalurko It was her first international meeting and Magda could be pleased with her performance. She had swum a personal best in the heat and finished a respectable fifth in the final. Her coach, the tall and imposing Petr Hoiniks, had taken her to one side after the final and congratulated her on her performance. He had also pointed out the things that could be improved upon and told her how her training regime would be intensified in preparation for next year's European Championships. Magda was contented as she made her way back to the locker room. Her training was on schedule, she had made her international debut at the age of eighteen and she could look forward to representing East Germany in the pool for many years to come. As Magda reached the locker room she passed three of her East German colleagues as they were leaving, "Hurry Magda, the bus won't wait." They said, stepping aside to let the newest member of the team into the sparse locker room. There was only one changing room at the Erfurt swimming arena. It was a long, grey concrete room with a wooden bench down the centre and lockers mounted on the walls. To separate the East German swimmers from those visiting from the United States a series of curtains had been draped across the middle of the locker room; dividing it in two. The curtains were on a cord about eight feet off the ground; leaving a two foot gap between the top of the curtains and the ceiling. Magda took her sports bag from her locker and reached inside for her towel. As she put the towel to her head to dry her dark curly hair she heard voices from the other side of the curtain. She stood still and listened. They were speaking English, Magda understood that much, but the voices were too full of excitement for her to understand what was being said. Magda looked over to the curtain that separated her from the American swimmers. A ball of nervous energy settled in her stomach. Apart from her two races earlier in the day Magda had never come into contact with any westerners before. Draping her towel over her shoulders Magda looked around to check she was alone in her half of the locker room then slowly made her way towards the curtain. As she approached the curtain the excited chattering on the other side continued. Magda positioned herself so that she was standing where the curtain met the bench that ran down the centre of the locker room. Her bare thigh was touching the fabric of the curtain. Magda carefully stepped up on to the bench, it creaked slightly under her weight, but the Americans were too engrossed in their conversation to notice. Holding on to the rail at the top of the bench she turned and looked anxiously at the door behind her. She knew that if she was caught listening to swimmers from the west her own swimming career would be over before it had barely started. Still in her East German swimming costume Magda took a firm grip on the rail, being careful to avoid the metal clothes pegs, and raised herself on tip-toes. Over the curtain, in the half of the locker room reserved for the visitors from America, Magda saw two of the women she had raced against in the final. There was the muscular black swimmer Sophie Vine who had won bronze; and the tall willowy redhead Ruth Fleming. Both women had changed into their U.S tracksuits. The door to the U.S. side of the locker room opened; the two U.S. swimmers and Magda looked over. In stepped Cindy Armour, she was still in her red white and blue one piece swimming costume. Her gold medal was hanging around her neck. Her teammates cheered and rushed forward to hug Cindy as she entered the locker room. The raised voices made Magda a little nervous. She stepped off the bench, walked to the door and looked outside. The corridor was deserted. When she resumed her position on the bench the three U.S swimmers were in the middle of their side of the locker room. Cindy had taken off her medal; Sophie was holding it while she and Ruth listened to Cindy. Cindy was talking too fast for Magda to understand; but Ruth and Sophie were hanging on her every word as they passed the gold medal between them. As she continued talking Cindy eased the straps of her swimsuit off her shoulders and pushed it down to her hips. She left her costume below her flat muscled stomach as she towelled her blond hair dry. There was not an ounce of fat on Cindy Armour, the muscles of her torso and limbs stood out as she twisted to towel herself dry; her breasts were two firm bumps of flesh topped with small pink nipples. Magda continued to watch over the top of the curtain as the three U.S. swimmers chatted. Casually, Cindy Armour hooked her thumbs into her costume, pushed it down to the floor and stepped out. She was now completely naked. However, the two other swimmers did not seem in the least bothered by Cindy's nudity, they continued to talk and pass her medal between them. Magda had heard stories of the decadence of westerners. She assumed this casual attitude to nudity was part of that decedent nature. Although she had been around locker rooms since her talent for swimming was noticed Magda still had a less liberal attitude to nudity. In East German locker rooms the athletes would change quickly. They would turn and face the wall until their privates were covered. It was unheard of for an East German swimmer to stand naked in the middle of a locker room whilst conversing with clothed colleagues. Magda could not ignore Cindy Armour's nude body in the same way that the two Americans did. She was so taken with Cindy's body and her supreme self-confidence. Cindy was taller than the other two Americans. She had the perfect figure for a swimmer, tall, broad shouldered and long limbed. Magda was aware that many of the western swimmers shaved their armpits. But as Cindy was standing there towelling off her body Magda was shocked to see that the American champion also shaved her privates. Not just a trim to keep everything inside her swimming costume but a total denuding of her pubic region. As Cindy was so lean her privates were on full view to Magda. Her pudenda was a distinct lump of pale flesh below her tight abdomen and between her thighs, there was a pronounced split down the middle that formed the thin outer lips. The American swimmers continued their conversation. Sophie said something that prompted Cindy to shrug her shoulders and throw her towel to the bench. The powerful looking black woman handed Cindy her gold medal. Cindy took the medal and draped the red ribbon around her neck. She adjusted the ribbon so that the medal settled between her pert breasts. Magda held her breath and watched carefully. Sophie cupped Cindy's breasts in her hands and pushed them together so that the medal was held in place between the pale flesh. The three Americans laughed; the black girl bent forward and placed a kiss on the middle of the gold medal, causing even more laughter. Using the ribbon, Cindy adjusted the medal so that it covered her left breast and said something through her toothy grin. Again Sophie bent forward and planted a kiss on the medal. It was now the turn of the redhead. She was hesitant, but after a few words of encouragement from her teammates, she bent towards the medal that was covering Cindy's small breast. Magda's toes were starting to feel the strain as she held her position. She gripped the top rail of the bench tightly as she watched the willowy redhead blush slightly then close her eyes as she bent to kiss the gold medal. Just as Ruth Fleming's pale lips were about to touch the medal Cindy pulled it away by lifting the ribbon. Her teammate's lips continued to inch forward until they came into contact with Cindy's small perky nipple. It was a couple of seconds before Ruth realised a trick had been played on her. Cindy stood still and allowed her nipple to be kissed; Sophie watched with her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles. Shocked at the trick that had just unfolded before her eyes Magda let out an involuntary gasp. She raised her hand to her mouth; the hand holding on to the bench. The Americans heard the outburst and all looked around as one. Magda just managed to notice all three American swimmers staring at her as she lost her balance, slipped off the bench, fell forward into the curtain and landed with a thump on the tiles of the locker room floor. She came to rest on her back on the American side of the locker room. The curtain that she had dragged down with her was draped across her legs. From her prone position Magda saw the naked figure of Cindy Armour stepping towards her, the American's long legs covered the short distance in three strides. The chunkier figure of her black teammate was a stride behind. Magda was unhurt but slightly dazed from the fall and the sudden surprise of being caught watching. She started to raise herself on her arms but the Americans got to her before she could get up. Sophie grabbed Magda's shoulders and, kneeling behind the East German, pinned her to the floor. Cindy stood over the two women. Magda looked at the naked woman towering over her. From her position on the floor she could look right up at Cindy's smoothly shaven pussy. The thin lips were pursed together with only a thin divide visible in between. All the Americans were talking at the same time. Magda tried to catch what was being said but the speed of their speech made it impossible for her to understand. However, there was one word that kept being repeated, a word that Magda recognised all too readily, "Spy." Cindy raised her voice and the other two Americans stopped talking. After a moment the pressure was released from Magda's shoulders. She raised herself slowly to her feet; letting the curtain fall from her waist. Ruth Fleming, who had not moved since Magda had fallen into their locker room, made her way to the door, opened it an inch, looked outside, and then on closing the door gave Cindy and Sophie solemn nod. Magda started to apologise. First in German then in broken English; but Cindy shot out a finger and held it firmly against the young East German swimmer's lips. Magda fell silent. She stood in the middle of the locker room, head bowed, hands by her sides. Ruth Fleming stood guard at the door. Cindy, the tall, lean, blond gold medal winner, and Sophie, the stocky, black bronze medal winner circled Magda, looking her up and down. After a minute of this Sophie stepped in front of Magda, bringing her face so close that their noses were almost touching, and barked out an order. When Magda did not respond Sophie repeated the order. Still unable to understand Magda shrugged her shoulders. Sophie gave up trying to talk to Magda, she stepped behind the young East German grabbed her wrists and roughly lifted her arms and forced Magda's hands onto her head. Magda was very nervous now. She was standing in the middle of the locker room, wearing only her swimming costume, with her hands on her head and at the mercy of three American swimmers. Cindy and Sophie were standing in front of Magda with their faces screwed up in disgust. They were looking at Magda's exposed hairy armpits. They stepped forward for a closer look. Cindy reached out a hand and ran her fingers through the thick, dark hair that nestled in the German swimmer's armpit. She took her time, letting the hairs curl around her fingers, seeming to enjoy the silky feeling. Every now and then Cindy would make a comment to Sophie who would react by nodding quietly and looking intently at Magda. This scrutiny by the Americans made Magda feel uncomfortable. Although her armpits were not what she would consider a private area she still felt exposed and embarrassed. As Cindy played with Magda's thick armpit hair she turned and spoke to Ruth. Ruth looked shocked for a moment then replied to Cindy in a pleading tone. Cindy ignored Ruth's reply and stepped away from Magda. Ruth left her post by the door and slowly made her way to join the others. Sophie moved close to Cindy and put her arm around her teammate, casually letting her hand fall onto Cindy's bare hip and resting it in the groove where Cindy's thigh met her abdomen. Ruth stood in front of Magda. There was a resigned look in the redhead's eyes. After another word of encouragement, this time from Sophie, Ruth dipped her head and licked the hairy flesh of Magda's armpit. Magda was shocked at having another woman tongue her armpit, but she was also surprised at how sensitive she was there. Magda braced her legs and dug her teeth into her bottom lip to stop herself from shying away from the contact. Ruth's tongue lapped up and down, brushing through the hairs and caressing the sensitive skin beneath. Cindy stared intently at the tall American licking the hairy armpit of the eighteen year old East German. Magda noticed the far-away look in Cindy's eyes. She watched as the gold medal winner casually dipped her hand to her crotch and ran a slender finger along the groove of her shaven pussy lips. Cindy only did it once but it sent a single shudder through her tight body. On a barked order from Sophie, Ruth moved to Magda's left armpit. Despite the resigned look on her face she was as thorough as she had been with the right one. She stroked her tongue firmly around the contours of the exposed hairy flesh, pushing through the dark hairs and rubbing her nose against the damp skin there. As Ruth pulled her head away from Magda, Cindy stepped forward and grabbed her American teammate by the long red hair that fell down her back. Pulling down so that Ruth's face was upturned, Cindy looked into her eyes for a moment, then thrust her tongue into the mouth that had just been teasing Magda's armpits. Cindy forced her tongue roughly around the inside of Ruth's open mouth as though trying to taste every trace of Magda's armpit. As she took her tongue out Cindy licked the outside of Ruth's mouth leaving a trail of saliva on Ruth's lips and chin. There was no doubt that Cindy was in charge. Her unabashed nakedness, the running of her finger through her pussy and the aggressive tonguing of her team mate's mouth had changed the mood in the locker room. Magda was wary of Cindy; but there was little doubt that Sophie and Ruth were also wary of the tall blond. Magda followed Cindy with her eyes until the American moved behind her. Cindy took hold of Magda's wrists, removed them from her head and placed them against the bare flesh of the East German's thighs. Cindy bent and put her mouth over Magda's ear. Cindy whispered slowly and deliberately so that, for the first time, Magda could understand what was being said to her, "We have to deal with spies. Nothing personal." Cindy left her mouth next to Magda's ear so that her warm breath heated the skin there. There was a shift in Cindy's weight and Magda's wrists were forced into one of the American girl's hands and pinned against the small of her back. At the same time Magda felt the materiel at the back of her swimming costume being grabbed. In a short, quick movement the materiel was pulled upwards and inwards forcing it into the crack of her bottom. The sudden movement of the tight, rough materiel against Magda's anus took her breath away. She let out a short screech that brought laughter to Cindy and Sophie. Cindy pulled at the materiel in a series of short jerks, forcing it into Magda's bum crack then easing it slightly. The front of Magda's East German national swimming costume was also pulled tight by the movement. It rubbed against the outer lips of her pussy, forcing them to divide and the materiel to press against her clitoris. Ruth was back at her post by the door but she was watching Cindy and Magda with an apprehensive look on her face. Sophie was pointing at Magda's tightly sheathed pussy and talking so fast that Magda was unable to understand. Ruth altered her gaze to follow Sophie's pointing finger. Cindy let go of Magda's wrists and stepped around her to join Sophie. The black swimmer continued to point and Cindy started to laugh. Magda stood still, conscious of the materiel digging into her bum crack and with a good idea of what the Americans were laughing at. Cindy slowly brought her gaze up to Magda's eyes. "Off!" Magda knew what Cindy meant but froze. Allowing no room for confusion Cindy stepped forward, hooked her finger into the shoulder strap of Magda's costume, pulled the strap off her shoulder and dragged it down to expose the East German swimmer's left breast. "Take. This. Off!" Magda nodded her understanding, released the other strap and in one movement peeled off her costume. The part of the costume that had been forced up her bottom crack stuck there for a moment making the costume turn inside out as she pushed it to her ankles. The laughter started even before Magda had straightened up. Ruth left her post by the door and joined her team mates standing in front of Magda and staring at the dark mat of pubic hair that grew out from between Magda's thighs and almost to her belly button. It was the same dark brown that she had on her head and in her armpits. It was thick and curly and obscured everything beneath it. The three Americans stood in front of Magda talking quietly amongst themselves. Magda just stood there allowing her pubic area to be scrutinised. Cindy stepped forward and crouched down so that her eyes were level with Magda's pubis. She reached forward and stroked the back of her hand against the springy hairs. Sophie stepped forward and stood behind Cindy. She bent over so that her chin rested on the top of Cindy's head; Sophie then reached over her colleagues shoulder and tapped the inside of Magda's thigh. In response Magda moved her feet eight inches apart. Stray wisps of dark hair hung down between her thighs. The black girl whispered into Cindy's ear. They both smiled, looked at Magda, and then turned to Ruth. As she stood up Cindy barked another instruction at the tall redhead. Ruth looked as if she was about to say something back but then just shrugged her shoulders, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white tracksuit trousers and pushed them down to her knees. Magda could not tell if Ruth had been wearing knickers. If she had she'd pushed them down with her tracksuit trousers because the tall thin girl was standing with her pussy exposed. Magda couldn't help but look at Ruth's pussy. It wasn't shaved like Cindy's. It had been trimmed, almost to an oblong shape, the sides were straight and the red hair climbed to about an inch below her belly button. The sight of their team mate's pussy must have been what Cindy and Sophie had been hoping for. The greeted the exposure with laughter and a high five. Ruth stood still and allowed the three women to look at her nude privates. Sophie, the only one of the four women who did not have her genitals exposed, started taking control. She grabbed Ruth by her arm and marched her next to Magda. As Ruth was led past, Magda found herself looking at the redhead's bottom. It was small and pert, the tight cheeks wobbled as Ruth was forced to take small steps with her trousers around her knees. Ruth was made to stand in between Magda and Cindy. Sophie took a step back and looked at the three women before her. The stocky black swimmer then reached in to a locker and took out a bag. After rummaging in the bag she pulled out a camera. Ruth started to protest but a few words from Cindy seemed to calm the redhead down. Cindy then turned to Magda and said, "No face." When Magda nodded Cindy resumed her position in the line up. Sophie knelt down in front of the three swimmers and looked through the viewfinder. She moved forward and back, stood up then crouched down again, before removing the camera from in front of her face and speaking to Ruth. Ruth tutted, rolled up her tracksuit top to expose her flat belly, then pushed her bottoms all the way down to her ankles. Erfurt 1982 Sophie smiled and gave one last instruction. The two Americans bunched up to Magda. Magda felt a flush of excitement as Ruth's bare hip and thigh were pressed against her own. Sophie started to snap away at the three pussies before her; Cindy's totally shaven, Ruth's partially shaven and Magda's totally unkempt. She took pictures from different angles and varying distances. The pictures were tasteful; the three swimmers kept their legs together and there were no face shots. Just belly to knees. To finish Sophie took an individual shot of each woman's pussy. However, Cindy posed for more than one photograph, opening her legs, pushing her pussy towards the camera, even reaching down with her fingers and holding her smooth lips apart to expose her small clitoris. While Cindy was having her photo shoot Ruth pulled down her top and pulled up her trousers. Magda looked over to her side of the locker room. Now that the curtain was down she could see right through to the East German side. She picked up her costume and was turning to resume getting changed when Ruth shouted something. Sophie and Cindy abandoned their private photo shoot and moved in front of Magda to block her escape. Magda noticed that Cindy's nipples were stiff and jutting from her small breasts. Cindy spoke to Magda; but neither clearly or slowly; not caring if she was understood. She reached out and ran her hand through the East German's pubic hair letting her palm come to rest between Magda's legs where it pressed firmly against her puffy sex lips. Magda took in a sharp breath and bit her bottom lip. Sophie was stood next to Cindy watching her team mate's hand and the reaction it was eliciting from Magda. A sly smile formed on the Black girl's lips. Keeping her eyes on Magda she leaned towards Cindy and spoke in her ear. A similar sly smile crept across Cindy's lips as she listened to the black girl. She gave Magda's pussy a playful slap then took a step backwards. She offered her palm to Sophie who sniffed it eagerly. Again Sophie spoke to Magda, this time in a slow deliberate fashion, but again Magda did not understand. Sophie did not bother to repeat herself this time. She simply pointed at Ruth. With Magda looking on Ruth turned her back to the three women, bent at the waist, set her feet about eighteen inches apart, placed a hand on each buttock and pulled at the flesh. Even over her clothes it was a rude gesture. Cindy and Sophie stared at Magda, waiting for the young East German to follow Ruth's lead. Magda hesitated but she knew she had little choice. She slowly turned her back on Sophie and Cindy. Ruth, who had stood back up after her demonstration, was now facing Magda; she stared openly at the East German's firm breasts, flat stomach and hairy pussy. There was silence in the locker room as Magda slid her feet apart and bent at the waist. She stayed in that position for ten seconds. The silence was broken by a quiet voice, to Magda's surprise it was Ruth who spoke. Despite not understanding the words the tone was clear. Magda reached back with her arms, grabbed a bottom cheek in each hand and pulled her soft cheeks apart to expose her anus. She felt the cool air on the skin between her bum cheeks and had to fight the urge to let go of her buttocks. There was shuffling feet behind her and Magda realised that Cindy and Sophie had crouched down for a better look; a better look at the most intimate part of her body. Magda glanced up at Ruth, when she caught the redhead's eyes Ruth gave her an apologetic smile before walking past the East German to take in the view from the other end. The three Americans were crouched behind Magda and talking in whispers. Magda flinched as a hand brushed up her inner thigh and came to rest an inch from her pussy. The touch was gentle and teasing. Magda arched her back, inviting the hand to be bolder. When the hand moved to her pussy Magda assumed it was Cindy. The touch was similar to the way the blond swimmer had touched her previously; the palm of a hand was placed firmly over Magda's pussy and rocked back and forth ever so slightly. Magda braced her feet and let the hand on her pussy have its way. As the rubbing got firmer and quicker she closed her eyes and let the tingling sensation fill her privates. She took her right hand off her bottom cheek and reached out to grab the bench at the side of her for support. Immediately a hand replaced hers on the soft flesh of her bum. The hand took a rather rough grip and pulled the buttock open. Magda felt her exposed anus stretch. The hand on her pussy was being more precise now. A long finger shot out and concentrated on her clit, moving in small circles. The knuckles of the same hand rubbed between the puffy lips of her pussy; spreading her wetness through the dark hairs of her bush. A stray finger slid down the inner slope of Magda's bum cheek. She flinched at the sensation; she had never been touched there before. The finger continued to rub in a slow up and down motion. Magda was breathing hard, gulping in large mouthfuls of air and expelling it loudly through her flared nostrils. Beads of sweat formed on her top lip and on her forehead. Her left hand was shooed away from her buttock, but again, was quickly replaced. She now had one hand on the bench and another on the tiled floor. There was a hand playing with her pussy and two hands holding her bottom cheeks apart. The finger that had been caressing her bum groove had become bolder; it was no longer tracing the inner slope of Magda's buttock but was now rubbing around the rough skin of the outer ring of her anus. Magda was unaware whose hands were doing what. She had assumed that Cindy was teasing her pussy, but a pair of bare feet entered her line of vision on the floor before her. Magda strained her neck to look upwards; the legs were also bare. As was the shaven pussy that was just a few inches from her face. The smell of aroused female filled Magda's flaring nostrils as Cindy thrust her hips forward to offer the thin lips of her bald sex to the eighteen year old East German. A firm hand on the back of her neck was all the encouragement Magda needed to bring her dry mouth to the smooth, slick pussy being offered to her. Cindy's pussy was warm. There was a sharp, not unpleasant, taste that Magda caught as the lips parted either side of her thrusting tongue. The hand that had been rubbing her pussy was removed, leaving a cool feel to her privates as they were left unattended. To Magda's surprise she felt a warm, wet tongue on the inner slope of her bottom cheeks. She flinched, pinching in her anus. The tongue teased up and down the inner slopes and around the flesh close to Magda's bum hole. She felt the urge to move away but her face was pressed against Cindy's pussy, held firmly in place by the hand on the back of her head and the rhythmic thrusts of Cindy's hips. As quickly as it had appeared the tongue was removed from Magda's bum. The hands holding her buttocks took a firmer grip, placing the thumbs either side of her anus and pushing her cheeks up and apart. This new grip flattened out the area between Magda's cheeks. The tongue was quickly replaced. This time the flat of the tongue was placed over Magda's asshole, covering it completely. Magda was shocked and embarrassed that someone would want to taste that part of her body. Questions flew into her head; was she clean, was there an odour. Magda had been in the pool less than half an hour ago. She re-assured herself that her bum would be clean. Whoever was behind Magda lapped at her anus in long strokes that covered the whole area. Pushing firmly with their wet tongue and teasing the sphincter muscle loose. Cindy was breathing heavily now, grunting in time with the pressing of Magda's tongue through her slippery lips. She placed a hand either side of Magda's head, just above her ears, and ground the East German girl's face against her pussy. Magda stopped licking and just pushed her tongue out for the tall blond to rut against. Cindy shook and pushed and grinded until she came to a shuddering climax. "Fuck. Yea!" Her long tanned legs wobbled as she eased herself to the floor in front of Magda. Cindy planted a kiss on the East German's lips. Forcing her tongue in and around Magda's mouth; greedily tasting her own come. The attention to Magda's asshole was becoming more urgent. The tongue, stiff and moist, was being poked at the central opening. Magda felt extremely exposed; there was saliva dribbling from her anus to her open cunt. With each probing thrust of the tongue her bottom hole felt looser. It had been a little while since Magda's pussy had received any attention. The East German swimmer reached forward with her right hand and rested it on Cindy's shoulder for support. Her left hand she reached back through her legs and to her pussy. She immediately thrust two fingers inside. She was surprised at how wet and warm she was; her fingers slipped easily into her hot pussy. Magda masturbated herself furiously; trying to bring on her orgasm. Magda needed to abandon herself to her rising orgasm, to do that she had to let go of all her inhibitions. She arched her back and bent her knees; thrusting her bottom backwards to meet the thrusts of the tongue that was pushing against the ring of her arsehole. Cindy placed her mouth over Magda's ear and whispered in English, Magda did not understand the words but they were obviously ones of encouragement. Magda closed her eyes as she felt Cindy's wet tongue in her ear. The East German swimmer thrust her fingers in and out of her hairy cunt, and in a final act of abandonment relaxed her anus and pushed out as if she was on the toilet. Magda screamed as she felt her bumhole penetrated by the fat wet tongue. It was a strange sensation inside Magda's rectum. A full, intimate feeling that reminded the East German swimmer of the other, more natural times she had felt something pushing through her bumhole. Magda let her orgasm flow over her with her hand in her pussy and a tongue thrusting in and out of her bottom. When her long climax came to a shuddering halt Magda fell to her knees and into Cindy's embrace. Magda turned around and saw that the person behind her, the person who had thrust their tongue up her bottom hole was Sophie. The black swimmer gave Magda a knowing smile that had more than a hint of embarrassment about it. Ruth was standing by the fallen curtain. She had her hand down the front of her tracksuit pants and was rubbing gently as though coming down from an orgasm. As Magda watched; Ruth pulled her hand from her pants, raised her fingers to her nose and inhaled. All four women turned their heads to the door as they heard German voices outside. Magda made to stand but she was prevented from moving by Cindy's grip on her arm. Cindy dragged Magda to her and kissed the East German passionately on her lips. As the voices outside got louder Magda broke off the kiss, got to her feet, jumped over the curtain where it had been pulled to the floor and went back to the East German side of the locker room. She got to her bag just as the door on her side opened and the East German captain, Sylvie Koch, walked in. She immediately asked Magda what the holdup was. Magda was pulling on her tracksuit bottoms and about to apologise for being slow when Sylvie noticed the downed curtain and the three US swimmers on the other side; one of them naked. Sylvie told Magda not to take any notice of the decedent Americans, and then in broken English made a comment to the effect that as visitors they should have more respect for their hosts. She turned her back to the Americans as she waited for Magda to dress. Forgoing underwear and a t-shirt Magda managed to dress quickly in a tracksuit top and pants. When Magda had picked up her sports bag Sylvie put her arm around the newest member of the East German swimming team and ushered her to the door. A sharp wolf whistle made both East Germans turn around. The three Americans were standing right up to the gap in the curtain. Ruth and Sophie, arms folded and smiling, were either side of Cindy, who was bent over with her bottom pushed towards Magda and Sylvie. Cindy's hands were holding her buttocks apart to expose the hairless groove and her pale brown anus. Sylvie swore in German and ushered Magda through the door. Magda smiled to herself as she was led to the waiting bus.