Chapter 12
Ginger strolled leisurely back and forth as she waited for the plane to land. She felt good about herself. More confident than she had ever felt.
She knew she looked eye-catching in the flaring, multicolored peasant skirt, white, off-the-shoulder peasant blouse that let plenty of her bare breasts show, and high-heeled shoes that emphasized her excellent legs. She wanted Ilsa and Duke to see everything she could show without getting thrown in jail. Duke because she wanted to know if he liked girls, and Ilsa because she knew her taste for other women.
She wondered wryly if she would have to ask Ilsa to undress so she would recognize her. Then she saw them coming down the concourse. After watching them so much on the video tapes, she spotted them easily. Much to her relief. Greeting strangers was one of her least favorite undertakings.
Ilsa stood out in the crowd because of her amply endowed body and her sensual aura. If ever a woman personified the term built like a brick shithouse, it was Ilsa.
Duke stood out not because of his physical stature, but because of his distinguished look. And the fact that Ilsa had her arm through his, holding onto him in a very possessive manner. Ginger instantly sensed something more than a casual relationship between them. He looked even better in person than he did on the video tapes. She hoped he wasn't gay. He had an air about him that said he was a good lover, and she thought she would like to find out for herself.
She approached them, wearing a big smile. "Hello, Doctor Kroncke, I'm Ginger Baker. I have been assigned as your escort." She held out her hand to Ilsa.
Ilsa let the hand hang while she scrutinized Ginger in minute detail. Ginger had never undergone such a meticulous assessment, even by men who wanted desperately to fuck her. Then Ilsa's blazing emerald eyes softened a bit. Not totally friendly, but at least not quite so hostile, and she took Ginger's hand.
"I am Ilsa Kroncke. I was afraid our escort would be some stuffy old man. I like you. Remind me to commend your chief. This is Doctor Bruno Mueller, my colleague. You must call us Ilsa and Duke."
Ilsa's explicit comment about liking her gave Ginger pleasure. She felt she had passed one important test. She shook Duke's hand and flashed him a bright smile. "Ilsa and Duke it is.
And you must call me Ginger. If you will give me your baggage claim checks, I'll have the chauffeur collect your luggage." She waved the chauffeur over and passed the claim checks to him. "The car is right outside. Did you have a good flight?"
"I hate to fly," Ilsa said. "I like to travel by train so I can look at the countryside. Unfortunately, your train service is not so good as ours and time is of the essence, so Duke said we had to fly."
Ginger held the car door, then got in and sat on the jump seat facing them.
"Please sit next to me," Ilsa said. "That little seat looks so uncomfortable."
Ginger moved over by Ilsa and said, "I don't speak Hungarian, but I do speak German, if you would feel more comfortable in that language. Although your English is excellent. I have to listen very carefully to detect an accent."
"And my syntax is not backward," Ilsa said, smiling brightly. "English is the international language of science, so every scientist has to become proficient in it. I even learned to think in English, not in Hungarian and then translate. We will speak English if you do not mind."
"I don't mind at all," Ginger replied. "My German isn't as good as your English."
"You must learn a language from someone who grew up with it," Duke said. "On the continent, we learn from teachers who come from the country where the language is spoken."
Ilsa shifted and pressed her thigh against Ginger's. She raised up, pulled her skirt down and rubbed her hand between them, along Ginger's leg. She shifted again and her upper arm brushed across Ginger's breast.
You sexy little minx, Ginger thought. Why don't you come right out and feel me up? If you're looking for a reaction, it might be one you don't expect.
Ginger leaned forward and turned her upper body toward Duke, making sure Ilsa could see down the front of her blouse. "Have either of you been to the States?" she asked.
"I have," Duke replied. "Ilsa has not."
Ilsa stared openly at Ginger's fully exposed bare tits, then lifted her eyes slowly and said, "I have never been out of Europe. I went to England a couple of times, but that is part of Europe, is it not?"
You like what you see, don't you? Your eyes light up and you lick your lips when you look at my tits. How long will it take you to get around to using that tongue on my nipples and clit? Can't say I don't find the idea intriguing. Bernie was right. You look almost exactly like Dawn. Getting in on with you will be like old home week.
"Yes, it is," Ginger said. "Will you stay after the symposium and see some of our beautiful country?"
"That depends on so many things we do not control," Ilsa said. "Your country is so much control," Ilsa said. "Your country is so much more expensive than Hungary."
"Even more expensive than Germany," Duke said. "And prices there are crazy now. So much tax, so much this, so much that. We do not make as much money as your scientist."
Oh ho! So you need money, do you? Buying the formula might be easier than I expected. Five million dollars will go a long way back home, won't it? Well, you just hang in there, old boy. We'll see what we can do to make your future a little more financially secure.
"Perhaps we can arrange something," she said out loud. "Maybe I can even get my boss to let me take some time off and be your guide."
The tip of Ilsa's tongue traveled very slowly across her lower lip. "I would like that very much," she said quietly.
At the hotel, Ilsa nearly went gaga over the royal treatment she and Duke received. "I did not expect such fine treatment," she gushed. "Even under the socialist dictatorship where scientists were treated better than the average person, we did not get such treatment. I think I could get accustomed to this very quickly!"
"You requested a large suite with one bedroom," Ginger said. She looked at Duke. "I hope we didn't misunderstand."
"You did not misunderstand," Duke assured her. "And where will you stay?"
"Next door. My room connects through a door into your sitting room. I hope having a bodyguard doesn't upset you. We don't expect trouble, but one never knows. Some nut who objects to scientists or foreigners might decide to cause a ruckus."
"We do not object," Ilsa said. "I will like having you close."
And therein lies a double meaning, you little sexpot!
Duke said, "Pardon me for asking, but are you qualified to protect us if it becomes necessary?"
"Unequivocally," Ginger replied. "Don't let my looks fool you."
"Strong, capable women fascinate him," Ilsa said with a grin.
"Well, let's get you settled." There's an interplay between these two I can't get a handle on. I thought it would be better to get Ilsa alone and make my pitch. Now, I don't know. She seems to defer to Duke, to look to him for guidance. Oh, well, I'll just play it by ear. Ginger took the key and escorted them upstairs to their suite. "I hope this meets with your approval."
Ilsa looked around, nodded, and said, "Oh, yes. We did not expect anything so grand."
Ginger showed the bellhop which bags went to her room and tipped him generously. Duke spied the stack of newspapers and took them to a comfortable chair across the room.
"Ladies, if you will excuse me, I must catch up on the latest news." He bowed slightly from the waist, sat down, and snapped open a paper.
"I'll leave you two alone," Ginger said. "We can meet later for dinner. Will eight o'clock be okay?"
"Fine," Ilsa replied. "Nothing imagine tonight. I am still trying to catch up with time change."
"I'll leave the door to my room open," Ginger said. "If you need anything, just sing out."
"I cannot carry a tune," Ilsa quipped. "But I can whistle."
"That will do," Ginger replied with a grin.
She went to her room and began to unpack her bag. She heard a low whistle in the doorway and looked up. A look of pleasant surprise crossed her face. Ilsa stood in the doorway with her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips.
Ginger stared openly, appreciating the delightful sight of Ilsa's naked, sexy body. A body that looked so much like Dawn's. Ilsa's pretty blonde bush was much thicker and longer. And between her shapely thighs, Ginger could see the heavy lips of her pussy peeking through the jungle of blonde hair. She hadn't noticed the lips in the video tapes. But then, they had always been stretched around an oversized cock, or a big dildo.
She felt a fluttering sensation deep in her belly as she stared at the other woman's captivating cunt. She looked up, saw a coquettish smile playing around Ilsa's mouth and twinkle in her smoldering, sultry eyes.
Ilsa knew she was putting on a provocative show, knew she looked ravishing, naked except for her high heels. She liked nothing better than to tantalize a woman she wanted to fuck. She straightened her back and pushed her grand tits out just a bit more.
"Ginger, will you come to my room, please?" She turned slowly, still posing, looked over her shoulder and smiled coquettishly. "I need your help with something." She walked away gracefully, the cheeks of her curvaceous ass grinding seductively.
I'll just bet you do! I wondered how long it would take you to make a pass. If you plan to seduce me, you sure won't have to work very hard!
Duke lowered his newspaper and looked at the women. "Jiggle, jiggle," he teased as Ilsa approached, watching her oversize tits bounce enticingly up and down in time with her steps.
"Lecher," Ilsa giggled. She stopped, put her hands behind her head, spread her legs and did a couple of coital thrusts. "You are a dirty old man, you know."
"I am what I am," Duke said. "You love it."
"Of course I do, darling. I would not have you any other way." Ilsa looked over her shoulder at Ginger. "He-likes his women bare and bawdy."
Well, at least I know he-likes women! "Don't they all?" Ginger said out loud.
Ginger followed Ilsa into the bedroom. She saw a large vibrator and a king-size black double-dong lying in the middle of the bed. The dildo was much larger than Walter's massive ebony prick, larger than any cock she had ever seen.
Ilsa bent over to pick up the vibrator. Her nipples hung down to her elbows. Ginger had an unobstructed rear view of the woman's enticing, thick-lipped snatch and the deep crevice in her ass. The dense blonde hair covering her mound also grew in wild profusion in the dark chasm between her buttocks, nearly concealing her pert little asshole. The bloated lips of Ilsa's cunt gaped wide-open, revealing the slick interior of her slit, and Ginger surmised the blonde had been playing with herself.