Eva made it through ticketing and got her bags checked before standing in the security line. She had on a light, long coat which covered her dress. It was in the 40s and 50s in Europe already. Eva had picked a sexy outfit of course, no bra again, and a thong, which she fully planned to remove before getting off the plane. One clasp let the whole sexy number fall, and Eva couldn't wait to do it for Lucas.
It was warm in line, so she took off the coat, and she could tell the guards were checking her out, as she saw one motioning to the other with a little hand gesture near his eye. Eva thought maybe she should have waited to put the dress on just before she got off the airplane. Well, she thought, there was nothing she could to about it now.
"Put your purse in the bin, Miss, and step through," the agent said. "Oh, your shoes, too."
Eva bent over to remove them and could feel the dress fall completely away from her tits, and could tell the guard was looking directly at them. Oh well, Eva thought, let them enjoy the show. She placed the shoes in the bin and stepped through. She didn't have a carry on, since she didn't want to be encumbered by it when she met Lucas, knowing she had other plans.
The guard used the wand, running it up and down her body. He didn't seemed to be touching the other patrons, but he used the tool to touch her everywhere as he slid it along her sides and between her legs even inadvertently (or probably not inadvertently) brushing her crotch with it. The little red light flashed and a tone rang. That's weird Eva thought, since she had practically nothing on.
"You'll have to step over with agent Murray here," he directed, "Do you want an escort?"
"No," Eva blurted out, not thinking about what that really meant.
"Okay, Miss, step into this room for me. We're going to give you a pat down, just normal procedure." the guard explained. This all seemed to be getting a little weird, but Eva knew that airport security measures had been increased. But honestly, did she look like a threat?
"Put your hands straight out to the side, your legs more than shoulder width apart," he directed in a deep gruff voice.
He stood behind her and started the procedure. He brushed along her arms with his latex gloves, but Eva couldn't understand why, since she had no sleeves on. Then he went across her shoulders, pushing her dress straps right and left, nearly taking the dress completely off her shoulders. He ran his hands down her sides, prodding and probing, and even pressing against the side of her tits. This was getting out of hand, Eva thought.
"Sir," Eva objected.
"Just procedures, Miss," He intervened with a gruff voice, "You wouldn't believe where some women hide things," he offered trying to indicate it was normal.
His hands rested on Eva's hips then slid slowly down her hips moving forward and back. He slid down each leg, which also didn't make any sense, since she wasn't wearing hose or anything. His hands ran across her butt cheeks, and then one hand slid between her butt cheeks from the top down, only stopping when it had passed her ass crack.
He stepped in front of Eva and swept the wand down her torso. It beeped again.
"Do you have any piercings, Miss?" he queried. "Belly button, nipples, vulva?" Seriously, this was getting ridiculous, Eva thought.
"Do I just need to suck you off so I can get on the plane?" Eva asked sarcastically.
"You're not actually trying to bribe a TSA officer, are you?" he said very seriously.
"Absolutely, not," Eva said, trying to figure out what he was after. "I am just not trying to hide anything, as you can plainly see."
"Why are you traveling today?" he questioned.
"I am visiting my boyfriend. We're meeting in Frankfurt," Eva replied.
He reached to her shoulder straps again, and moved them, totally exposing her breasts before sliding them back. He placed a hand below each breast and slid them upward, feeling underneath her cleavage.
"Who is your boyfriend?" he asked.
"Lucas Hansson," Eva replied.
He lifted her dress and ran a finger up under the waist band of her thong and across her front.
"What nationality is he?" he asked.
"Swedish," Eva replied.
"President of Marker Incorporated?" he asked? Now this was just getting weird. Eva actually didn't know the name of his business; it had just never come up.
"I'm not sure," Eva replied her voice wavering.
He knelt down and ran his hand along her panties, right along her slit. This was getting entirely out of hand.
"You are extremely wet, Miss. Your panties are soaked, can you explain that," the guard noted.
Eva was sure it had happened while teasing Big Daddy, but she would hardly be able to explain that. And his hands running all over her had hardly helped.
"I am just excited to see my boyfriend," Eva offered.
He passed the wand between her legs and it beeped again. Crap, what was going on, Eva thought.
"Miss, I am going to have to do a cavity search. Do you understand? Do you want an observer?" he said, still gruff and very serious.
"No, just get it over with, so I don't miss my plane," Eva replied, getting slightly panicked that the delay might cause her to miss her flight.
"Can you remove your thong?" he directed. Eva quickly lowered her arms and pushed it down, stepping out of it.
"Thank you," he said. His latex covered hand ran to her slit and she felt a finger press up inside her, probing. He removed his hand.
