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“Excuse me miss, can you come with me?” the security guard asked Jennifer Love Hewitt as she stood in line at the Las Angeles airport with her mother. The guard wasn’t all too impressive, being of average height and build. He was dressed in a typical security outfit, but had nothing to go along with it. No gun, no cuffs, not even a night stick. Love, however, was something more to behold. She was dressed casually, wearing low cut blue jeans and a tight brown tee that showed off her smooth stomach and wonderful breasts. Her hair was cut short and styled wildly, part of her new “rock” image. She had all her weight shifted onto her left hip, accentuating her curves even more.
“Is there something wrong, uh, John?” she asked, glancing at his ID tag.
“It’s just a random search. Sorry to inconvenience you, but I have to.” She sighed and followed him out of line, her mother right behind, not wanting to be separated. John asked her to just wait while they work this out.
Love sat her bag on the search table and the security agent began to dig through it. “You know, I’m quite a fan of yours.” She smiled at that, but looked quite impatient. He got down to the bottom of her bag and found her underwear. There were two bras and matching thongs. John gently rubbed them in between his fingers, the thought of them having touched her most sensual parts getting him aroused. “To be honest, I wasn’t supposed to pick you, but I just couldn’t pass an opportunity to meet you.”
”What? Ugh, that’s crap. I can’t believe this, another obsessive loser.” This caught John off guard. He certainly didn’t expect this kind of reaction, and for a moment panic set in. Before she could raise more of a fuss, he reacted. Eying something in her bag, John grabbed up a pair of tweezers and thrust them in Love’s face.
“Is this yours? Please come with me.” John grabbed her arm and pulled her into a closed search room as she quietly protested. He led her in and locked the door. With no window, they’d have total privacy. “I’m going to have to perform a more thorough search. Please remove your shoes, pants and shirt.” A look of shock shot over her face at this.
“Excuse me? This is bullshi-“
“I’M SORRY miss, but I have to do this to protect my country from any enemies, both foreign and domestic.” He never spouted such bull in his life. All John wanted was an eyeful of that gorgeous body.
“Fine!” She kicked off her sandals and sighed as she began to pull her shirt over her head. John stared intently; he was in utter heaven. Jennifer Love Hewitt was stripping right in front of his eyes! Her tight abs stretched as she raised her arms, and soon John finally laid eyes on a lacey black bra holding up those luscious mounds of flesh. She tossed the shirt onto the metal table in the middle of the small room, and proceeded to unbutton her jeans. The unimpressive guard took in as much as he could as she slid them down to her ankles and off her feet. She had those small bumps on the side of her hips where her pelvis bones protruded. John longed so much to run his hands over them on the way down those lovely legs. Hugging those amazing hips was a black thong that rode right up between her perfect bubble butt. She stood there looking back at John for a bit, all the while he stood gawking at her amazing petite body. “Getting a good look?”
John snapped back to attention and had her put her hands on the table, in a pat-down position. He moved up behind her and took in another eyeful of her ass. He ran his hands along the back of the bra, moving forward and around to her breasts, gently feeling them through the lacey material. It was obvious Love was getting really pissed off. “Just checking for contraband,” John quickly stated to justify copping a feel. John took in a deep breath and could smell a fruity body spray on her. “I need to check for any hidden items,” he said, unhooking her bra and sliding it down over her shoulders. Love could be heard muttering “God damn it” under her breath as this stranger checked inside her bra. Satisfied that nothing was being smuggled there, the guard bent down so he was eye level with her round ass. Hooking his thumbs in the sides of her thong, John slowly worked them down to her ankles, enjoying every moment of this. All of the sudden he stopped. “Holy shit, she was shaved!” he thought to himself. The thongs were a bit kinky, but in the least bit never expected this. Temptation flooded over him as he began to grow stiff in his pants. Love’s pussy was a light pink, and looked very tight. So many people all over the world would kill to be in this position. He had come this far, why not go all the way? John leaned forward and gently flicked my tongue over the lips of her pussy, a small taste reaching his tongue.
“Whoa, what the fuck?! Fuck this!” Love yanked up her panties and bolted for the door. John quickly pursued, but she got to it before he could stop her. She jostled the handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. Realizing that it locked from the inside, she started screaming. “Help, someone get me the fuck out of here!”
John walked up behind her, a look of amusement on his face. “These rooms are soundproof. We interview probable terrorists in here. You don’t get out unless I let you out. Do you want out?”
“Of course dipshit!”
“Okay then, calm down. I’ll let you out on one condition: I’m going to fuck you in any way I want. And before you respond, consider this. Your mother is still out there. If I could get you into this situation, imagine where she could end up. I could send right back to Australia, or worse. How about Laos or Cambodia? Hrm?” A look of defeat washed over Love and she sighed. “Good. Now go back over to the table and take off your panties.” John watched her slide the thong back down her legs and step out of them. He gently picked her up and propped her up on the table. Goosebumps spread over her thighs as her butt hit the cold table. “Now remember to do everything I say. I’m going to kiss you and it better be damn good.”
With that the bold fan approached her and locked my lips with hers. Enjoying the strawberry gloss on them, he brought my hands up to explore her luscious breasts, beginning by gently squeezing and kneading them. He parted her lips with his tongue and pushed forward to find hers. They met and danced in dizzying spirals. A tingle shot through John’s body, his cock throbbing more and more from the sensations. Love felt something too, but pushed it out of her mind. John then pinched her tiny protruding nipples, feeling them become hard in his fingers. Love may not have been enjoying this, but her body sure as hell was. The question though was just how much? Wanting to find out, John broke off the kiss and worked his tongue down her long neck. He moved his mouth to her right breast and placed a few kisses on it. “God, I love your tits!” he exclaimed as his mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking and nibbling on it. He switched to her left breast, his hands resting on the starlet’s smooth thighs. “Do you like me sucking you your tits?”