"Oh Shit!" I cursed as I lined up at the end of a long, slow moving immigration lineup. After a long trans-atlantic flight, I just wanted to check into my hotel and stand under a hot shower.
Five or six plane loads of men, women and screaming children had lined up ahead of me. It was a warm humid day and the air-conditioners were fighting a losing battle to keep the place cool. I was thankful that I had worn a wrap-around mini-skirt and a white crop-top.
My perky breasts, unfettered by a bra, were visible through the thin material of my top. Whenever I moved, my skirt parted a little, baring my thighs upto my hips. With the warmth rising in this crowded hall, I was glad I had decided not to wear any panties.
The line seemed to inch forward, ever so slowly towards the immigration desk.
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally made it to the booth. The officer looked me over, examined my passport and asked the usual questions, nodding his head the whole time. Finally, “Welcome home” and waved me through.
Glad to have completed this ritual, I muttered, “Thanks. Its great to be home ” and walked towards the bagage carousel.
I picked up my bags and headed towards the exit. When I reached the gate and showed my form to the customs officer, he looked at me and said, "Ma'am, please proceed to the customs waiting area for further processing."
I nodded glumly and walked over to the Customs waiting area.
The officer on duty looked through my papers and clarified the situation to me. "You've been flagged for a detailed search by our computers. Please wait here, and someone will be with you shortly."
I sighed and took a seat. While I waited, I pulled my phone out of my purse and called the friend who was at that moment on his way to pick me up. I told him I would probably end up calling a cab once all this was over, and then I hung up the phone and settled back to wait.
After what seemed like hours, the officer who had told me to wait finally stood up and called my name. "Come this way," he said.
I gathered my bags and approached the desk. I lifted my bags up and opened them for examination. Another female officer joined him and the two went over my bags. They ran their hands through my g-strings and thong panties. The female officer was especialy interested in examing the assortment of vibrators, dildos and anal beads in my suitcase.
After a short time, the woman looked up at me. The name "Shauna" was printed on her ID tag. She was an extremely attractive woman, and even dressed in her uniform, I could see that she paid close attention to her physique. Her deep blue eyes were framed by shoulder-length blond hair.
Shauna said, "Well Ma'am, we are goint to have to do a full body search. Can you please step into that room?" I was surprised, but having no choice, I stepped into the room. She followed me in and then said, “I will be back in a minute.”.
The room reminded me of a hospital examination room.
She returned as promised. I noticed that she had taken her jacket and shirt off. She was dressed in a tee-shirt with the words “Customs” on the back.
Shauna commanded, "Please take off your clothes."
I pulled my top off first, exposing my breasts. I then shed my skirt. I was now standing totally naked in front of a complete stranger. I could feel Shauna's eyes exploring my body, and I felt wet and aroused. My pussy, which I had just shaved the previous night, must have been gleaming. Shauna was breathing harder now, and her hard nipples showed through her bra and the tee.
She donned a pair of gloves and said, "Lets get started." With that she ran her fingers over my body.
She said, “Open your mouth please” and looked inside my mouth. Her gloved finger entered my mouth.
Slowly and deliberately her fingers ran lightly over my breasts and headed south. Shauna paused briefly as she reached my navel.
She spread the lips of my moist pussy and inserted her fingers deep inside. My hips bucked against her arms getting ready to be pleasured.