Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2001 01:09:38 +0100
From: Sara Johansson <sara2508@hotmail.com>
Subject: Airport Trouble

This is a text containing explicit sexual contents and should not be read by
persons who are underage.


The following happened to me recently when travelling within Europe. I guess
I'm not the only one who has experienced heightened security at airports but
what happened to me is still rare I think...

I was travelling with work and was on a really tight time schedule. I work
as a lawyer and was going to meet a client in a major European city. There
was no reason to stress as I knew that security would take the time it took
for all people, hence the 2 hour check-in time. I came to the x-ray and put
mobile and my handluggage, which was all I carried, on the conveyor belt.
But when I walked through the metal detector it beeped. The guard gestured
for me to walk through again after I had emptied some loose coins in a box.
It still beeped. I found it strange as I knew I had passed detectors with
more or less the same clothes and same things in my pockets. A friend of
mine had told me though that the detectors had been raised to a higher level
of sensitivity recently and I guess this proved her point. A female guard
came up to me with my hand luggage and my phone and told me to follow her.
She seemed quite young, maybe 30 or even less. Long black hair was put in a
ponytail and she wore the same beige uniform as the other guards wore.
Without being unfit she had a female shape to her body. She took me to a
door through which we went. She closed it behind us and locked it. In the
room there was a table, a chair and a cupboard and a chair similar to those
who are used at a gynecologist's. I was sure that was not going to happen...
- May I search your bag? she asked.
- Yes of course, I replied, trying my best to get out of there as quickly as
possible. This was really quite exaggerated I thought but maybe to be
expected.
In my bag she found documents for my work that were in hebrew.
- What is this? she asked and sounded really suspicious. I sighed.
- It's a contract licensing usage of some particular machinery. I work as a
lawyer and my client is from Israel.
At first my mentioning of `lawyer' calmed her down slightly and, I thought,
maybe made her a bit more cautious about how far she could go as we lawyers
sometimes to some people mean trouble... But when I mentioned Israel she got
well spooked. Typical I thought to myself. Me and my big mouth. But then,
what should I have said. It wasn't a language that you fail to recognise.
She searched the rest of the bag while keeping the documents aside. I
couldn't help to get a bit embarrassed when she went through my expensive
panties and bras. She didn't seem to take much notice of them but then that
could just be her face. Then she took out my washbag.
- May I? she asked again, holding the opening in her hands.
- If you have to, I replied slightly devastated over what she was about to
find.
First came out my toothbrush, then my deo and perfume. Then she took out my
vibrator. Stupid to bring when the security is hightened? Well, I was going
to be away for almost a week... She quickly glanced at me and gave a small but
noticeable smirk. I looked down to the floor. "Bitch" I thought to
myself...she surely had one herself! She was done with the bag.
- Ms Johansson (she looked at my passport), as the detector gave a signal
although you removed all metal objects on you I will have to ask you to
please remove your jacket.
- Ok...
Under my coat I was dressed in a business jacket, a white blouse and a navy
blue skirt of kneelength that matched my jacket. I hoped I didn't have to
remove more than my jacket as I hadn't dressed for a doctor visit
underneath. I wore an expensive white lace thong, a matching bra and black
stay-ups.
She searched through every crease of my jacket and then put it on the table.
- And the blouse please.
- Is this really necessary?
- Yes miss, it is. She didn't look too impressed with my question.
I took off my blouse and handed it to her. I saw her glancing at my bra and
in some kind of revolt I straightened my back and pushed my chest out. I was
getting really annoyed.
She searched through the blouse, quicker than with the jacket as it didn't
have any pockets. With a handheld detector she went over it and did the same
with the jacket. No beeping sound. She frowned and looked at my waist.
- I'm sorry Miss but you have to take off your skirt and your shoes.
- Listen, why don't you just take that hand detector and go over my body
with it and you'll see where the beeping comes from?
- I have my orders how to do this Miss. I assure you, it will be quicker if
you co-operate. She sounded angry.
- Ok...
I took off my skirt and this time she didn't even tried to hide her look.
But then, I wouldn't have been able to either. Without boasting I knew I had
a nice body and standing there in just underwear and stay-ups with high heel
shoes must have been quite a sight... On the other hand, I'm a lesbian. Maybe...
well, it wasn't a thought I was going to dwell on right there and then,
because soon she had searched the skirt as well. No indication.
- Do you know of any metal object on you Miss? She smiled.
- No, I sighed now in despair.
- Do you carry vaginal eggs?
- I beg your pardon.
I couldn't believe what she had said!
- You heard my question Miss. Those things sometimes contain metal.
Well, I guess after having seen my vibrator she had her reasons to ask.
- No...I do not carry vagi...vaginal eggs.
She came up to me and raised her hands towards my chest. I took a step back.
- What are you doing?
She sighed and changed her weight to her left leg with her hands at her
hips.
- About to check if your bra had metal parts in it for support but fine,
take it off!
- It hasn't, ok!?
- Listen Miss, I WILL do my job, whether you like it or not! Take off your
bra.
If there now was anyone else in the room that I was more angry with than
with her it was me. Because my sick mind (?) now started to send signals
down to my sex. I couldn't help to find her orders a turn-on suddenly when
it involved me getting naked in front of this woman that definitely was
attractive, no question about that. I unclasped my bra and handed it to her,
quickly covering my breasts. She took it and searched through the padding
and the support that was plastic. The detector gave no sound.
- Shoes.
Her orders contained less and less words... The shoes got cleared.
- Are you pierced in your genitals Miss?
- N-no... I stammered.
- Please remove your panties.
- Please... I begged.
- I'm sorry Miss. She looked friendly all of a sudden and smiled at me.
I hooked the waistband and pulled them down with my back towards her. I held
them in my right hand and held my left hand in front of my partly shaved sex
and turned around now showing my breasts. I caught her looking at my bum and
she quickly looked up and took my panties, giving my breasts a quick glance.
It wasn't that warm in the room due to heavy AC so my nipples were erect,
which was a bit disturbing. I knew my panties were a bit wet from my sweat
from running from the taxi station to the check-in and was a bit embarrassed
by it. She could tell and smiled at me. I smiled back. The air was tense.
She held them for a while and although the detector obviously didn't give a
sound she took her time. Reluctantly, as it seemed, she put them aside and
then looked at me.
- Ehm...can you please lie down over here. She gestured towards the gyn chair
and swallowed. She seemed uneasy and I suspected she now crossed a line in
her book of rules and orders...
- Shouldn't there be a third person present for that? I asked stubbornly.
- No. Her short answer was enough for me. Did I want her to examine me? I
wasn't sure. My head was spinning and my heart beating hard. I lay down on
the chair and put my legs in the stirrups. I noticed that she didn't put on
any gloves. I was now quite sure she was out of line and fully enjoying
this. I soon felt her hands on my inner thighs as she sat down. It made me
shiver. She then parted my labia and I could tell by her face that she loved
every second of this... But she had to be quick of course due to her duties.
She inserted two fingers into my vagina and I felt that I now was getting
wet inside. At first it embarrassed me but when she started to quite roughly
examine me all the way up to my cervix I actually enjoyed it.
- I...I also have to examine your anal opening Miss.
- Ok...
I did not want to object anymore. She didn't use any lube so it was a bit
painful when her left index finger made its way into my anus. She circled
the finger for a few seconds and then pulled it out. Strangely enough she
then went back to my vulva. She spread the labia again and I now had juice
between them that had leaked out of my vagina.
- I'm sorry... I murmured shyly.
- It's ok, she smiled at me. I smiled back.
She started to rub my clitoris gently. That was too much. I came right on
her hand. It was so strong that I cried a bit and again apologised.
- That's ok. That can happen, she whispered and told me that I could get
dressed.

She left before me and when I came out she looked at me from where she stood
and smiled again. I smiled back and hurried to the gate. From running I then
felt something against my right breast in my bra. Quickly I rushed into the
ladies and checked my bra. In the padding I found a business card. It read
"Angelique. Hope you come back." and a phone number.


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