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He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me
into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone.
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low,
reassuring voice close to my ear. "Just relax."
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands
start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves,
slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat.
I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so
experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a
slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I
felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as
he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.
Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my
shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about
this man, I felt oddly trusting and
expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man
not used to taking 'No' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he
wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say...
"Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."
Loved it, yes, Yes!, YES!
That was a helluva a lot better than what I wrote about bomb sniffing dogs & body cavity bombs, "An Explosive Detector Dog, (EED), could make a person experience fear producing an odor that the dog may react to. Perhaps as with the WBI inspectors hidden away from view of the people being scanned, the EED's may be situated behind a Glory Hole to avoid unwarranted humiliation by airplane passengers" - Beyond the Full Body Scanners by TSA,
Dream Job for a Working Dog?
Not that I would consent to a search, but if I did I would do my best when Harry met Sally impersonation.
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