AUSTRIAN HOLIDAY: Part Two

 

No sooner had Tereza gone than two more women entered the room. Both were blue-eyed and pale-skinned, with long chestnut hair and bright red lipstick. They looked so alike that I guessed they were closely related, for both had the same curvy figure: strong hips, narrow waist and a voluptuous bosom. They were a little taller than me and one was clearly older than the other, her face bearing a world-weary expression and her hair showing strands of grey.With my heart still beating fast from the first search I was ill-prepared for another erotic encounter, but I regained my composure quickly, straightening my clothes and introducing myself.

 

They named themselves as Zoya and Lena, a mother and daughter from Croatia. Zoya spoke some German but her daughter could manage only a few basic phrases, such as telling me her name and age.

 

�You�re the same age as my brother,� I said, after Lena mentioned that she was twenty-three.

 

�Mama is forty next week,� she replied, feeling pleased with her mastery of German until her mother gave a scowl.

 

From hints dropped by Zoya I learned that she was being pursued by various authorities for crimes of deception or fraud, although she was keen to stress that she would never steal from her workplace.

 

�We are good people,� she added, shaking her head as she unbuttoned her factory dress. �Innocent of everything, guilty of nothing. But nobody cares about us here.�

 

Lena stripped quickly, hurling her grey dress and tattered sandals against the lockers. Her body was shaped like an hourglass and reminded me of the swimsuit photographs of Marilyn Monroe, though Lena�s breasts were bigger than Marilyn�s and seemed to be tumbling out of her white lace bra. She wore white cotton panties in a plain bikini style that were at least one size too small. The waistband was stretched so tightly across her shapely hips that it looked almost ready to snap.

 

She yawned, stretching her arms above her head and muttering in Serbo-Croat. The tone of her voice seemed aggressive and sarcastic. Her mother threw aside her own dress and whispered an angry response, baring her white teeth in a snarl. Zoya�s underwear was identical to her daughter�s, as was her womanly figure, her bosom having lost none of its firmness over the years. An overpowering urge to touch her breasts suddenly gripped me, and I reached out with both hands, gently squeezing each pale orb.

 

At that moment, the women began to argue in their own language, chattering like jackdaws and glaring as they stood side by side. Zoya became so engrossed in the dispute that she seemed to completely ignore my presence, even when my hands roamed over her bra for a longer time than was necessary. I dropped to my knees and began touching her panties, feeling her crotch and stroking along the gusset. Wisps of dark hair curled around the edge of her underwear on either side of her pubic mound and I sensed from my caressing that her cunt was surrounded by a dense forest of bristles. It felt really sexy, like a soft brush, when I pressed my hand against it.

 

The argument paused briefly to allow Zoya to give me some advice in German. �We come together for search, to save your time and our time. Ilsa usually searches us both, not separately. She use one hand on me and one hand on my daughter.�

 

�OK,� I answered, looking up at her face and smiling.

 

Zoya nodded curtly and turned again to Lena, berating her in a cackling voice. Neither of them acknowledged my touch when I began searching them simultaneously, using my left hand on Lena and my right on Zoya. Running my fingers over the panties of two sexy females at the same time was like groping in stereo, the erotic energy of the situation sending electric thrills through my body. With the forefingers of both hands I caressed tenderly along each delicious cunt, tracing the outline of fleshy lips through warm cotton. It would have been truly amazing, I guess, if the clits of mother and daughter had stiffened in response to my touch, but it was too much to hope for. In any case, their argument was now raging so fiercely that I reckon they were oblivious to my presence.

 

�Turn around, please,� I asked politely, but my voice was drowned by a cacophony of unintelligible babbling.

 

I repeated the request twice, but it was like I didn�t exist, so I just grabbed each woman around the waist and spun her so that her ass was in my face. There was no interruption in the argument, and no comment when I pulled up the waistband of each set of panties to make them fit more snugly. Then I gave each ass a gentle push and, to my delight, both women bent forward with their hands resting on their knees.

 

For a while I just knelt and stared, licking my lips at the glorious sight of two sets of curvaceous female buttocks adorned in skimpy white underwear. I would have loved to take a photo of the image, to prove to my girlfriends back home that such a thing really happened. But where was the camera when I needed it?

 

Touching one lovely round ass would have been a delicious treat, but touching two at the same time was almost too much. I actually gasped when I started caressing each pair of buttocks, but fortunately the heated discussion was loud enough to drown any lustful noise I might make. My slit was oozing like an open wound, tingling in frantic desperation, begging to be caressed. What I really needed was for an angel to appear and shove a vibrator down my pants.

 

But it was a demon, not an angel, who seemed to be in control that day. To increase my torment, the women started wriggling their cute butts in my face. They weren�t performing for my benefit, of course, and probably had no idea of the effect their gyrations were having on the frustrated lesbian kneeling behind them. It was all part of their argument, which now included taking turns to nudge each other�s hips as the tirade of angry words passed to and fro, but to me it offered a sensual display of ass-jiggling.

 

I had not quite finished the search when Zoya stood upright and stormed off to the lockers, still muttering and cursing. Lena followed for a few paces, deftly catching the bundle of clothes that her mother hurled at her head. I, too, rose to my feet, feeling irrelevant and invisible.

 

�It�s OK,� I said feebly. �Both of you are free to leave.�

 

Zoya gave me a dismissive nod and stepped into a green dress, whispering to herself while her daughter put on a black vest and a long suede skirt. Lena looked quite sad and her blue eyes were moist. Her lip was quivering as though she was about to weep, but Zoya walked over and grabbed her arm, hauling her towards the exit door.

 

�Thank you, Kate,� said Lena, smiling faintly as her mother bundled her outside. And then they were gone, their footsteps fading away into silence.

 

I took a deep breath and patted my chest, feeling my heartbeat subsiding to a normal pace. My underarms felt sticky with sweat and I knew my panties were drenched. Into my spinning brain came thoughts of a warm shower or, better still, a leisurely bath at the hotel.

 

�Four employees searched,� I told myself. �Just one more, then the job�s done.�

 

With impeccable timing, the fifth and final worker entered the office. Fittingly, she was the best-looking of the whole bunch, a blue-eyed blonde with neatly cropped hair and pearl-white teeth.

 

�I�m Kasha,� the newcomer announced, striding gracefully into the centre of the room. To my surprise she spoke the words in English.

 

�Kate,� I replied, taking a deep breath in an effort to recover my composure.

 

Kasha nodded and began to unbutton her grey dress. I watched intently, feeling a shiver run down my spine as she slowly stripped. My gaze was reciprocated, for Kasha kept her keen blue eyes fixed on my face the whole time, her mouth widening in a grin when she threw aside the dress and kicked off her shoes.

 

She was gorgeous, vivacious, dangerously sexy. She was slightly taller than me and had an amazingly athletic figure. With her short blonde hair and lean features she looked almost boyish, the smooth suntanned skin of her limbs rippling with sleek muscles. In a different setting I might have guessed her to be of Scandinavian origin, but her high cheekbones and crystal-blue eyes marked her distinctly as a Slav. Strange black tattoos patterned her arms but at that moment I had no idea what they signified.

 

Her underwear was white and sporty, comprising a cotton bra with high-cut panties that fitted neatly on her well-toned body. Standing with her hands on her hips she inhaled deeply and invited me to begin the search.

 

I stepped towards her, wondering why my cheeks were burning. Perhaps I felt embarrassed that my lust was so obvious?I guessed from Kasha�s knowing expression that she had already perceived my lesbianism, but I had no inkling of how she might react. Her incredible physique exuded an aura of menace that unnerved me, making me feel scared to touch her. I suspected that she might be a dyke, but only because her appearance fitted the stereotype.

 

Still blushing, I held her gaze as my hands cupped her breasts, my fingers squeezing the soft cotton and feeling the firm warm flesh beneath it. Glancing down, I watched in fascination as her nipples stiffened under the bra, each teat forming a tiny white tent that pleaded to be caressed. Again I stared into her ice-blue eyes, hoping for some sign to guide my actions, but I drew no reassurance from her cool smile. Was she teasing me, perhaps?If so, then her game had already succeeded, for I ached to kiss her.

 

My gaze was drawn to a large tattoo on her upper left arm, the design showing three stars and a knife with some Cyrillic letters along the blade. It looked like the emblem of a street gang. Kasha saw my quizzical expression and smiled grimly.

 

�Bosnian Serb Army,� she explained, tapping the tattoo with her right forefinger.

 

�You fought in the war?� I inquired.

 

She nodded, straightening her spine to gain her full height. �Captured by foreigners,� she said softly. �Then a long time in prison. But last year they let me go free.�

 

I sighed, dropping to my knees and shuffling closer to Kasha. She stood silently as my hands roamed eagerly over the front of her panties. My thumbs trailed gently across her pubic mound, feeling through the white cotton a triangle of neatly trimmed bristles and, a little below it, the shapely labia of a delicious cunt. The temptation to place my mouth against those lips was almost irresistible, especially when their scent filled my senses and made my nostrils flare.

 

To my delight, Kasha gave a quiet moan when my forefinger stroked slowly along her slit. Her legs stiffened, the muscles in her thighs becoming more defined as her whole body stretched upward. Twice more I caressed the length of her cunt, pressing the cotton firmly against her sensitive flesh until a moist warmth dampened the gusset. Then, somewhat reluctantly, I withdrew my finger.

 

�More,� Kasha whispered, the word spoken as softly as a sigh.

 

I hesitated briefly before returning my finger to her crotch. The caressing resumed, though now Kasha actively participated, pressing her body into the touch and shuddering whenever my fingertip stroked across her clit, which felt like a hard pimple through the smooth cotton. My left hand roamed up her right thigh, burrowing under her panties to stroke her pubic hair. Kasha�s fists clenched and a series of hoarse gasps issued from her mouth. Gazing upward, I saw her flat belly tightening and her ribs protruding as she stretched, her spine arching, her body as sleek as a gazelle�s.

 

My right hand now worked vigorously at her crotch. Warm juices oozed from her cunt, soaking the panties and moistening my fingertips. Kasha�s breathing became shorter, quicker, growing more urgent and frantic. My caresses, too, became more rapid, and I pressed harder and harder on her gusset, rubbing damp cotton against hot flesh and feeling her body quiver in response. Beneath the white panties the fingernails of my left hand scraped back and forth through her pubic hair, gently scratching the skin beneath the bristles

 

Suddenly, with a huge gasp and a shuddering cry, Kasha climaxed into my right hand, pushing her cunt forcefully downward, the lips of her vagina swelling through the wet gusset to swallow my thrusting fingers. The sight of her lovely body writhing in orgasm left me yearning to rip away her underwear, to hold her in my arms and fuck her with my tongue.

 

But Kasha merely spun around, still breathless, shoving her shapely ass in my face. My vision was suddenly filled by smooth white cotton stretched tightly over pert buttocks.

 

�You must continue the search,� Kasha said hungrily, bending forward as her co-workers had done. I could not see her face. �Take your time, English lady, or you might miss something.�

 

My hands scurried eagerly across her sexy ass, touching every inch of her panties as well as the skin around them. The brief style of her underwear left parts of her buttocks exposed to my caress, and I soon found the places where she liked to be stroked. With a single fingertip I traced the sewn edge of the panties, tickling the flesh of her hips, thighs, waist and buttocks. Kasha gasped, urging me to explore her intimate parts, and I was happy to oblige by scraping my thumbnail quite firmly along her sodden gusset before probing the tight cotton crevice between her ass-cheeks.

 

�Lick my panties!� she hissed, her voice sounding quite aggressive.

 

�Perhaps I shouldn�t,� I replied calmly. �It might look unprofessional.�

 

Kasha knew I was joking and playfully wriggled her hips. �Unprofessional!� she chuckled. �So, are you not enjoying my body?�

 

I responded by placing a soft kiss on her left buttock, my lips lingering long enough to leave a small patch of saliva on the white panties.

 

�More!� she demanded.

 

�I shouldn�t be doing this,� I whispered.

 

With my hands clasping her slim waist I kissed the base of her spine, pressing my mouth to the smooth bare skin an inch or two above the waistband of her underwear. Then, using the tip of my tongue, I licked downward, soaking the thin material, my mouth tracing the narrow cleft between her buttocks until it curved under her body. There, where the gusset was wet, the taste of cotton gave way to a womanly flavour that made my senses sparkle. Savouring Kasha�s juices like a thirsty cat, I feverishly licked her cunt and asshole through her underwear, my tongue sending shudders through her body and bringing deep gasps from her throat.

 

Her second orgasm came with a quivering groan and a long snakelike hiss, her legs trembling and her head moving from side to side. I heard her whisper my name over and over, but suddenly her voice fell silent.

 

�Are you OK?� I inquired, kneeling back on my heels as she straightened.

 

She turned slowly around, looking down with a wide satisfied grin. I smiled up at her, obeying her wish when she beckoned me to my feet. For a moment we stood facing each other, and Kasha tenderly kissed my mouth.

 

�See, English girl,� she said softly. �I steal nothing valuable from this place. But maybe the temptation of a gold watch is too much for a tourist, perhaps?�

 

I laughed, receiving another kiss as I placed my hands on her hips. �Perhaps so,� I answered in jest.

 

Kasha�s bright blue eyes glinted mischievously. �Ah! So you admit to being a thief?�

 

�I was only joking,� I chuckled, my hand reaching around to pinch her left buttock.��

 

�No jokes here,� said Kasha, pressing a finger to my lips. �You must submit to a search.�

 

�You�re a crazy woman,� I protested, but I smiled as I spoke, and allowed her to unbutton my black blouse.

 

�Kick off your shoes!� said Kasha, as her fingers unzipped my jeans. �And take off your shirt.�

 

The prospect of indulging in sexy role-play with a gorgeous dyke sent shivers through my body as I removed my blouse. Kasha pointed to the Calvin Klein logo on my red cotton bra and asked if my panties matched it. When I nodded she seemed to glow with suppressed excitement. She knelt at my feet and trailed her lips across my stomach, poking her wet tongue into my bellybutton until I giggled. She pulled down my jeans so brutally that I felt like a captive being stripped for punishment, but I gasped in delight when her hands roamed up my legs to clasp my buttocks.

 

�You find this underwear comfortable?� she inquired, peering up at me while her fingers tugged the back of my red thong.

 

I shrugged, smiling down at her lovely face. �Of course!� I answered. �Why do you ask?�

 

Kasha wrinkled her nose. �I could never wear such things. My ass would be too cold in wintertime.�

 

�That�s rubbish!� I retorted, chuckling as she spun me around. Then I began purring like a kitten as she caressed me, her hands squeezing my bare buttocks, her fingers stroking tenderly up and down the cleft of my ass.

 

�Now I search you for hidden valuables,� she whispered, leaving her left hand on my buttocks while moving her right onto the front of my thong. When she ran her fingertips along my crotch I almost fainted.

 

�Your panties are very wet,� Kasha observed, smiling as she kissed the damp material. Her mouth pressed against my slit, her lips parting as her tongue flicked out to tease my flesh through the soaking red cotton. With the tip of her tongue she found my tingling clit and subjected it to the most exquisite torment. Her licking became more frantic and she began to make a strange slavering noise, her right hand clawing across the front of my underwear while her left squeezed my ass-cheeks. A trickle of saliva spilled down her chin to run in a tickling stream down my left thigh.

 

My knees turned to jelly and I could barely stand upright, my chest heaving as I gasped for breath. Throwing back my head I gazed up at the ceiling and saw it spinning wildly. Then, like a surging tide, my orgasm welled up to flood through every vein and sinew. I cried out, my hands clasping Kasha�s head, pulling her face into my crotch and feeling her teeth against my cunt. For what seemed like a long time I stood quivering and panting, my spine bucking at each delicious spasm until the climax subsided.

 

�Fuck!� I hissed breathlessly. �That was worth waiting for.�

 

Kasha�s face beamed as she looked up at me, her bright blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She looked so beautiful that I stooped and kissed her mouth, my fingers toying with her ears and stroking the blonde bristles at the nape of her neck.

 

�Maybe we go to your hotel?� she suggested as she withdrew from the kiss.

 

I nodded, holding her hands while she rose to her feet. We kissed again, our tongues entwining like serpents, our breasts pressing closely. The sensation of hard nipples meeting through stretchy bra-tops felt incredibly sexy.

 

�You�re unbelievable,� I said.

 

Kasha rolled her eyes and gave an impatient grunt. �Can we go now?� she demanded.

 

I smiled as she grabbed my clothes off the floor. �Are you so eager to leave this place?� I asked.

 

She shook her head and grinned. �More than eager, my pretty Kate. I want to fuck you like crazy in a big soft bed!�

 

�We should eat first,� I ventured. �And then perhaps go out for a beer.�

 

�Later,� Kasha replied, stepping towards the locker that held her clothes. �First we make love, then we eat and drink. Then we make love again.�

 

�Sounds good to me!� I answered, my fingers still trembling as I buttoned my shirt.

 

Kasha eased her sleek legs into skin-tight jeans and pulled on a skimpy black T-shirt. �You need more practice at this job. I stole a gold chain today, and you failed to find it.�

 

�You�re kidding?� I said. But Kasha�s grin told me that she was telling the truth. �How did I miss it, when I searched you so thoroughly?� I added.

 

�Not thoroughly enough!� she replied.

 

�Where did you hide the chain?� I asked naively, realising the idiocy of my question as soon as the words left my lips.

 

Kasha laughed. �That is for me to know, and for you to find out.�

 

�I�m looking forward to it,� I retorted, tapping her nose as she walked past me.

 

She halted at the outer door and glanced back, her crystal eyes twinkling. Her loveliness pierced me like a knife, making me catch my breath as I stood transfixed.

 

�Hurry up!� said Kasha. �And don�t forget to lock the door.�

 

�I�m coming,� I answered.

 

THE END

Copyright � 2004 Jenny Kay

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