I had been working at airport security for 4 years. You see everything in this job, desperate people, snooty people crazy people. No day is the same but every day was boring.
First about me. My name is Karen I am 32 single mother. I am 5'4, blonde hair, brown eyes. My body is not what I want, size 14 and wobbly but I look good in my uniform.
Today is going to be an interesting day. I have finally qualified to use the new full body scanners that allow the security to check for illegal items concealed on the body. It is controversial but in the name of national security needs must. I sat at the desk and waiting the first passengers to turn up. The outside teams randomly selected passengers for the full screening. They would step into the machine and we would either clear them from the terminal screen or radio the team to have them arrested.
Technically the screening should be done male/male female/female but due to staffing and as the passengers could not see us then we just looked at what was in front of us.
The beep on the intercom woke me from my daydream. I looked at the cctv and could see a young Indian couple waiting nervously by the scanner. Their passport data popped up on the screen they were married aged 24 & 23. The male stepped into the scanner and my eyes moved to the other screen. Within a second an image popped up. Unmistakably it was the man but the view was like a negative and his clothing was now transparent. I gave a short gasp. Although I had done this in training but it was different to see a real person who was standing the other side of the wall just 30 feet away.
My eyes were immediately drawn to his cock. It was long but a little on the thin side. His body was a little skinny. I rotated the image to make sure nothing was hidden. I rotated slowly past his buttocks. His bum was really cute. I pressed the ok button and an automated message played clearing him through the machine.
Very quickly he was replaced by his wife. She was also was very skinny. My eyes trawled over her small breasts, I was surprised to see she was not wearing a bra. She had a thick patch of dark pubic hair that was very clear on the monitor. I pressed the clear button.
As the morning wore on I became aware of the effect between my legs that seeing the naked people was having. I had two more in the queue before my break. The first was a lady dressed in a hijab. She stepped into the scanner and I was shocked at what I saw. Underneath her clothes she had beautiful underwear stockings and suspenders the works. I was shocked and had a giggle. The guy who was working the scanner next to me lent over to look and chortled a laugh. What he did next shocked me though, he took out his phone and clicked a picture of the screen. He winked at me and said he would save it for later.
My break came and I left the room. As I walked down the corridor I was aware of the wetness in my knickers. I entered the toilets and lifted my skirt. My pink panties were wet with moistness. I pulled them down and they clung to me as I removed them. I sat on the toilet and relaxed my bladder as I peed my mind returned to my co-worker snapping the picture of the passenger. I imagined him looking at the picture. My pee tapered off and i took some toilet paper and started to dry myself. The paper rubbed across my clit and all the energy that was pent up came pouring out of me. I stood and stepped out of my knickers, turned and bent over the toilet.
My fingers stroked my pubic hair as my hand moved down towards my pussy. My fingers crept into my folds and I surprised how wet I felt. My middle finger started to flick across my clit. With my other hand I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and slipped my other hand up to cup my boob. I slid my hand under my bra and began to roll my nipple between my fingers,
