Kate was angry and frustrated that she had suffered the indignity of being stripped naked, cavity searched, fucked and filmed by TSA agents before boarding her flight to Mexico for what was supposed to be a quick, four-day romantic getaway with her husband, Dave, who was already down there for business.
She had almost been arrested and missed her flight, so she was also relieved that the incident was over and she was flying as a free person with a few hours to decide whether to tell her husband about being fucked and felt up by strangers with photos and videos to prove it. She sat bra-less and pantie-less in her tight, white jean leggings and tight cashmere top in first class and contemplated the situation.
As a beautiful, petite 5' 1", 100 lb forty-something (who looks 30), she got the attention of the other men in the airline cabin, but didn't notice. The flight attendant kept her champagne flute full as she got buzzed trying to work through what had happened with airport security.
She learned a valuable lesson about the importance of double-checking her bags before traveling, and she had finally decided never to tell anyone when the pilot came on the PA system to announce they were beginning their initial descent into Puerta Vallarta.
Kate arrived at the airport in Mexico, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. She had been to Mexico before, but she was arriving alone and her trip thus far had her a little rattled.
She stepped off the plane and made her way with her carry on to the customs area. As she approached, she could feel her heart racing because she felt like she might be targeted again by men in uniform, and this time, she wasn't even wearing underwear since the TSA agent had taken them as a trophy. The line was long, but it moved quickly. Kate had all of her documents in order and was prepared for the questions that the customs officer would ask.
As she reached the front of the line, the officer asked to see her passport and visa. The officer scanned her documents and asked a few basic questions about the purpose of her visit and how long she planned to stay. Soon she was leaving the customs area, and Kate felt a sense of relief wash over her - all she had to do was find the driver that was supposed to be waiting for her to take her to the luxury resort where she would meet up with her husband.
Kate stepped out into the bright, warm sunshine streaming through the arrivals area where a crowd of people were pulling luggage and speaking loudly as they coordinated rides, rental cars, tours, and buses.
Kate looked around for the driver that was supposed to be there carrying a sign with her name on it. She looked inside and outside by the curb. Soon she became frustrated and a little hot due to the sweater she had been wearing because it was 25 degrees Fahrenheit where she had left.
She decided to go to the ladies room to pee and change into a cooler shirt before resuming her search for her driver. She entered a stall in the ladies room, pulled down her pants. She peed and then wiped herself and some of the TSA agent's cum off her pussy lips before buttoning her pants. She then pulled off her sweater, rolled it into a side pocket of her son's duffle that she had taken for the trip, and put on a tight, black and white-striped short sleeve shirt over her bra-lass, tiny tits.
She left the women's room and tried using her iPhone to call and text her husband to say that the driver wasn't there, but she kept getting a pulsing sound when she called and her texts just went green and said "not delivered".
"Ugh! Now what?"
Kate realized she couldn't remember whether it was the Four Seasons or the Ritz Carlton where they were staying - I mean, why should she? The stupid driver was supposed to have met her.
Finally, she spotted a bus with a name she recognized as the area where the high-end resorts were supposed to be. If she got on that, she could get to one of those hotels and have them get ahold of her husband. She slung the bag over her shoulder and walked towards it.
There was a short line of tourists and locals paying the bus driver cash. She had forgotten to get pesos at the ATM, so she hoped he would take a credit card.
Three college aged guys, who turned out to be American, were ahead of her and boarded after they handed the man a wad of bills. Kate attempted her Spanish and held up her metal American Express Black card. It was clear he only took cash and said he was about to leave and the next bus to that area was in two hours.
One of the American college boys watched through the window as Kate spoke with the driver. He could tell she was flustered and remembered her from the flight. She was hard to miss - the babe who had sat alone in first class that he had watched from his coach seat. He thought she was cute and categorized her as a MILF (he could see the large diamond ring and wedding band on her finger). Danny decided to help her and got off the bus.
He spoke in perfect Spanish to the driver, handed him cash, and then said to Kate, "You're all set. You can pay me back later."
Relieved and surprised by the kind gesture by the cute, fit, young college boy she had written-off as a frat boy, she thanked him kindly and followed him onto the bus where the only available seat was next to his.
She sat down next to him, thanked him again and complimented him on his Spanish. Danny introduced himself and his friends explaining they were on spring break and had come down for 10 days.
The bus was crowded and noisy, but she didn't mind. She was too busy looking out the window and taking in the sights from her window seat. Along the way, the boys got tired of chattering back and forth and quieted down. Eventually, Danny dozed off and his bare leg was leaning against hers. She didn't mind, he was cute and kind and had rescued her.
