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