Sarah stepped through the doorway into Dave's apartment. Dave is Sarah's boyfriend; they're just getting home from a hot date. It is winter time outside (well, everywhere, really) so Sarah is bundled up in her fur coat and warm leggings. The dark colored outfit is cute on her, and compliments her figure well. She's a bit on the short side, about five foot three. A petite little blonde woman.
Her hair came down to her shoulders, but she often had it in cute little pigtails, and with her big glasses it gave her a sexy schoolgirl look.
Her breasts weren't much bigger than average, just C cups, but she wasn't too worried as her ass made up for it. She had a big ass for a woman her size, and she worked hard at the gym to maintain her big butt and otherwise slim figure.
Dave stepped inside the apartment after her, closing the door behind him and locking up. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Short brown hair, about six feet tall, strong masculine facial features and a strong, toned body from all the working out he did.
Sarah was a lucky girl. Dave was a lucky guy too. They had had some wine at the restaurant, and were both eager to get inside to the warmth of the apartment, not to mention the activities they had in mind.
Dave and Sarah liked to do a bit of roleplay now and then. They never took it very seriously, just give them an excuse to be mushy or silly or tease each other sexually.
They didn't always like to be super direct about sex. Sometimes it could be great fun to tease each other or be coy. Tonight, Dave felt like having a bit of imaginative fun.
"Right this way through the security checkpoint ma'am. I'll take your purse for you." He said to her, coming up from behind and putting his hands on her hips. She caught on pretty quickly.
"Oh, certainly, officer..."
"Officer Jordan."
"Oh, thank you Officer Jordan. You can call me miss Gwinn." She said back.
"You'll need to take your coat off ma'am, let me help you." He said, turning her around and moving in very close, slowly pulling her fur coat off of her.
This revealed the shirt she was wearing underneath, a plain black shirt cut pretty low to show off her relatively small cleavage. Dave put her coat away in the closet and then pretended to receive a radio transmission.
"Uh huh... yes... right away, sir. Ma'am, you've been randomly selected for a private screening. Please follow me." He told her and took her by the hand.
"Is everything alright, Officer?" she asked with her bright blue bedroom eyes.
"Yes ma'am, just standard procedure." He said and led her by the hand to his bedroom. He dimmed the lights a bit and stood her in the middle of the room.
"We're just going to perform a brief frisking and possible search of your person." He told her as he pulled her close to him. They looked deep into each other's eyes and shared a few kisses.
"Mmm, sounds fine to me Officer." She said to him. She kicked her shoes off in the corner.
He lifted her arms straight out to her sides and began by running his strong hands up and down each one, feeling them through her long sleeved shirt and gently massaging the muscles underneath. They smiled at each other as he hummed his satisfaction - she seemed to be clean so far.
After he finished touching her arms he ran his hands up and down the sides of her torso, changing course occasionally to run his fingers and palms over her breasts or up and down her smooth back muscles. She started to bite her lip as he pressed a bit stronger into her body and spent a little more time examine her breasts and lower back.
"You're good so far, ma'am." He told her with a smile.
"Mmm, you are too, Officer. You're not done yet, are you?" She asked him coyly. He responded by kneeling down and starting the frisk of her legs. They were toned but had enough give to feel good when he squeezed and touched them.
First her calves then up the outside of her thighs until he reached around to her ample ass and grabbed with both hands, squeezing hard. She quivered in shock and grabbed his shoulders to keep her balance.
"You boys are serious, aren't you?" She asked him with a grin on her face.
"Of course, ma'am. That's what TSA is all about: touching sexy asses." She rolled her eyes hard at this stupid pun, but she didn't ask him to stop. Not that either of them wanted to.
She started running her hands through his hair and massaging his scalp as his hands rubbed all over her behind, spreading her cheeks and probing just outside her warm privates.
Even though it was outside her clothes, she still struggled slightly to maintain her composure. He ran his hands over the front of her thighs and up and down the inside, squeezing and massaging slowly up from her knees to just brush against her lips.
"Well ma'am, looks like you passed. Wait a minute..." he said and touched her finger to his ear.
"I just got authorized to perform a strip search. Please remove your clothes ma'am." He told her.
"Oh, but won't you help me?" she asked him with a pouty little smile. He obliged, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and slowly pulling it upward exposing the smooth white skin of her belly, then up past her ribs and exposing the sexy little red bra she was wearing.
He pulled the shirt all the way off of her and pulled her close, kissing her while he unhooked her bra and pulled that off.
She stood close to him, her nipples reacting to the arousal as her small breasts brushed against his chest. He continued to kiss her, but moved down her neck and torso, stopping at each breast to caress and tease them.
He kneeled down again and wrapped his fingers around the elastic of her leggings, pulling them down slowly to reveal the matching red cotton panties she was wearing and exposing her creamy thighs. He was pleased as he had to stretch the elastic a bit to pull it over her ample butt.
He pulled the dark leggings all the way down her thighs and then past her calves and ankles until finally they were in a pile on the floor a few feet away. While he was on his knees anyway he slowly pulled her panties down too, revealing her smooth shaven crotch. He could just see the top of her snatch with her standing straight up. She held onto him, touching his hair and face for balance.
"Clean again. Excellent, miss Gwinn. Hold on..." he touched his ear again. "I just received authorization to perform a full oral examination. Please lay down on that bed." He told her. He gave her one last kiss on the lips (on her face) and led her to the bed. "I'll need to strip for this one too." He told her and before he could say anything she was already on her knees, taking his belt off.
No sense arguing with that, he thought, and pulled his shirt off. By the time he finished stripping his top, she had just pulled his member out and was holding its warm mass. It was about 60% mast at this point, but still pretty big.
She handled it gently, as if she might be in trouble. She looked up at him with a sexy look in her eyes.
"Don't worry ma'am, that's just my security wand. We may use it later." He told her coyly and pulled the rest of his clothes off. She was still on her knees, his cock pointed in her face, waiting eagerly. He lifted her up and onto her back on the bed.
Dave crawled on top of her and started kissing her eager lips. Their tongues mingled and touched, pushing back and forth and swirling around each other. His rod was just brushing against her belly as they wiggled and squirmed in mutual pleasure.