"2. Touch two strangers, one man and one woman, inappropriately. Apologize each time for your mistake."
Oh, that was creepy, she thought. El had already completed Instruction 1: "Masturbate to orgasm in a public place, being sure to penetrate your pussy. Make certain to take at least thirty minutes." That morning, she had tucked a vibrating bullet between her labia before slipping on silk panties, and then turned it on just as the cab arrived. She prayed that the driver couldn't hear it. A cab is public, right?
"Are you okay, Miss?" the driver asked as her face flushed with arousal. He was an older gentleman, with laugh lines at the corner of his eyes, and looked as if he knew exactly what was going on.
"I'm...fine, Sir, thank you," she answered, controlling her voice and breath with difficulty. "How much longer to the airport?" El wondered again how she had gone from her quiet but reliable life...to this. Obeying the orders of a man she hadn't yet met, masturbating in public, and dropping everything in her life to hop on a plane simply because he said to.
"Oh, not long, Miss. Traffic's light at this hour. Probably another ten minutes." He met El's eyes in the rear-view mirror just as she was slipping her fingers inside her jacket and blouse to find a nipple. Looking away, she pretended it was just to adjust her lapels, but her nipple was so hard the jacket was not thick enough to hide it.
"Nice jacket, Miss. Looks good on you." She nodded, and slipped a hand into the pocket that held the remote for her vibrator. Did she dare turn it up? Would he hear? She pressed the button once, and heard a faint buzz. She pretended it was her cell phone...and then turned the power back down.
Finally he pulled into the arrival zone. "That will be fifteen, Miss." She paid, and he unloaded her bag from the trunk before opening her door. "Have a good flight. Here's my card - call me for the return trip."
"Yes, thanks for all your help," El replied, waving away the change and not meeting his eyes as she walked toward the terminal. She was early, even by TSA standards. Announcements sounded overhead; everyone was absorbed in their phones or business, and so she chanced turning up the buzzer another notch.
Ten more minutes before she could come. She looked for a corner, a seat, and finally found a single chair facing a window that seemed to overlook...nothing. Positioning her suitcase to block the view of anyone who approached, she unbuttoned the bottom button of her coat. She'd worn a wrap skirt that made it easy to slip her fingers inside the heavy fabric. No one noticed, so she raised a knee and propped her cell phone on it, open to an e-book, hoping that would explain her posture well enough.
Then she slipped her fingers into her damp panties to find her wetness. Twenty-eight minutes...her pussy was absolutely dripping, and her fingers made it throb immediately. She couldn't get caught. She found her g-spot and pressed it furiously until her pussy spasmed over and over in orgasm...thirty-one minutes - mission accomplished. She hoped her juices didn't drip below the hem of her skirt.
As she sat frozen, two fingers deep in her cunt, El realized what she'd done. This seat overlooked a terminal, and a plane was taxiing toward her. "Oh, my lord...they have to have seen me," she whispered to herself, still shaking with aftershocks. Removing her hand, she realized she'd brought nothing to wipe her fingers on, and sat a moment as they dripped on the sad, faded blue carpet. Finally, she tried to wipe her hand on the inside of her coat pocket as she turned off the vibrating bullet. Flustered, she turned it the wrong way, to high, and cried out briefly as she came again, but then managed to turn the vibe off.
"Are you okay, Miss?" A small, round woman, dark-haired with cheeks like a Hummel and huge breasts, was approaching.
"Oh, I'm fine, thanks...just had a cramp in my leg and had to sit down." There was no way she bought that, El thought. None. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead, and El knew she was flushed all the way to her cleavage. She pulled her coat shut self-consciously and began to stand.
The Hummel-woman licked her lips, looking the disheveled girl up and down, and blushed. "You're certain? Do you need some water? A banana?" She came closer, and crouched next to El, resting a hand on her thigh. "A rubdown for that?" The woman caressed El's thigh suggestively, letting her fingers wander beneath the skirt's hem toward the top of her stocking.
"Oh!" El answered, jumping to her feet. "That's so kind of you, but...no, no, thank you!"
She left as quickly as she could on her unsteady legs. She was Master's, and Master's alone - or she would be if all went as planned. No interaction with others unless He ordered it. But oh, the woman was tempting, with those full lips and fuller breasts.
El went to the bathroom and wiped down as best she could...she had to wring out her panties over the toilet. She tucked the vibe and remote into the top of her suitcase. On a whim, she took the wet panties as well, and zipped them in one of the outer compartments. It's not like they were much use at this point anyway. After voiding, she went out to wash her hands, finger-comb her hair, and reapply her lipstick. Aftershocks still washed over her from time to time.
El took her boarding pass and went to the kiosk to check her bag. As she headed toward the gate, several pilots and flight attendants passed, and she blushed, wondering if one of them had been in the cockpit as she came. All their smiles seemed knowing, and her heart raced as she hurried away from them.
Soon, she was safely in line for Security. One agent scanned purses and carry-ons while another watched the display as each passenger walked through the metal detector.
El looked more closely. It couldn't be. The Hummel woman was here; she was a TSA employee. A scanning wand was hanging from her belt.
Three people in front of her. "Walk through."
Two people. "Walk through."
One person. "Walk through."
Then El's turn. "Walk through, please."
So she did.
"Wait."
Still early. It would be okay...it had to be okay.
"Come with me, please," said the apple-cheeked TSA agent with the luscious breasts, and escorted El to a small room.
"Do you want a witness present?" she asked.
"Should I? What's going to happen?" El shifted her weight from one leg to another trying to find her balance, both physically and emotionally.
"You might," the agent answered, smirking slightly. "I'll be patting you down to be certain you have no prohibited items on your person."
"No, then," El whispered, "I don't need a witness."
"Take off your coat, please, and shoes." Ever compliant, El did as she was told, and placed her items on a chair by the wall.
"Arms out at shoulder height." The woman waved her wand around the perimeter of El's body. Nothing happened.
