She was late, unbelievable! The traffic on the way to the airport had been total chaos. She should have known better, it was after all what she did for a living. Being a flight attendant had its perks and she was finally going to take advantage of one of them. Her trip to Europe had been planned for months now, and she was late. She couldn't miss this flight or the chance to be higher on the stand-by list. Nervously jumping from foot to foot she waited in the line to get through the carry on baggage check. She understood the reasons for safety now, but that didn't make standing in the line any less stressful. She had to get to the ticket counter, had to get her name on the list, and had to be on that flight! Her mind wandering as she progressed slowly through the line. Two weeks! Two wonderful weeks in Paris. All the plans she had while visiting making her wait a bit more pleasant. She noticed the random check of bags, people being moved to the side. Some were even taken into small rooms when the baggage was a bit larger. She had only one piece of luggage and a hanging bag. Hopefully there would be room for it in the overhead. She hated the baggage claim as much as the next person!
Finally reaching the scanner, she put her bag onto the belt and then proceeded through the metal detector. As she reached for her bag, her hand was suddenly gripped. Her eyes flew up to meet those of one of the security guards. She smiled sweetly to him, she wasn't a fool. It was always easier to persuade someone with kindness! "I'm sorry ma'am, but we are going to have to check your bags. Random checks. It won't take long." She heard him but she didn't believe what she was hearing. Rather than cause a disturbance, she followed him quietly to one of the smaller rooms. She thought it would be easier to explain she was a flight attendant with the airlines in private. Cursing herself for several reasons as she followed she wished she hadn't packed any of her "personal items" better known as a dildo and vibrator. Or, that she had just traveled from Atlanta and not felt obligated to stop in New York and see her brother and nieces. Had she just flown from there, they would have known her at the gate. Her bags now on a table he was asking for the key and she opened her purse pulling out her identification.
"Look. I can appreciate the need for a security check. Believe me. But, I have to get to the gate to sign in for stand-by. If I miss this flight, it will wreck my reservations. The traffic was horrible today and I am running late. You can see I work for the airlines. Could we skip this please?" Her voice again taking on that pleasing quality, trying to show him she would love to cooperate but she was also very late. The thought of someone actually seeing what was in her bag not all that attractive either. She heard the stories of passengers who carried on "different" items and although what she carried wasn't all that unusual, it was "hers." A soft blush crept up her neck as she tried to persuade the guard. His eyes turned to her and the identification. A shake of his head as he held out his hand for the keys and asked again, "Ma'am, it's a random check. I'm sorry but I have to look through your bag." She handed him the keys with a resigned sigh and hoped that he would finish quickly.
Focusing on a spot on the wall she tried to act as if there was nothing unusual in her bag. Her "toys" buried deep in the bag, he might never even find them. Turning to see how far the guard had gotten she found him holding up one of her favorite teddy's. Not the kind that you hug at night, the kind that you would wear but not intending to sleep in it! Burgundy velvet with stitching in gold. The texture so soft,she loved to run her hands over it. Apparently, so did the guard as he looked it over. "Put it on." His voice was low but firm as he held it out to her. Shocked, she knew that this was very irregular! "Who in the hell does this guy think he is?" going through her mind. Her head shook, speechless her shoulders drawing up as she looked at him. "I would like to see your supervisor!" The look on his face almost knocked her down as he spoke. "No problem ma'am but I do have to warn you that could be quite a while. They are very busy and I am sure that you would miss that flight before I could call them in here." He was lying, she knew it but as she turned to walk out of the door calling a supervisor herself she heard him speaking again.
"Now what do we have here? It would appear to be a dildo but... you can never tell. Could be some type of gun or bomb in disguise. Has batteries... hrmmm." Her hand frozen on the knob as she turned to see him swinging her dildo almost lewdly in his hand. The blush that now crept up her neck and over her face undeniable. She turned to look to him and shook her head. "But, you know it's not a gun or a bomb... you know what it is!" His laughter almost maniacal in its low timber. "Ma'am I won't know that for sure until I see what you do with it." Speechless, she stared at him. She was either going to be late, miss her first day of vacation, or bend to this man's will. "Shit!" The expression out of her mouth before she could stop it. He smiled as if he knew what her decision would already be.
Taking the dildo from him and the lingerie she slowly stripped from her dress and then turned to him with the teddy in her hand. "Does this have to be on? Its going to take longer and I really do have to hurry!" Again, came that smile and a nod. Cursing under her breath, she wished again and again she had just flown out of Atlanta. Her back to him, she slowly slipped off her bra and then her panties. The room small, she was sure that he had caught a view of her shaven sex as she bent over to slide the panties off. Turning toward him she could feel her nipples tightening, was it the cold or could she possibly, just maybe, be enjoying this? Nipples the color of raspberries and creme caught his gaze and she could feel the flush growing on her body. Standing there in thigh highs and her heels she slipped the teddy on. Reaching down to pull the crotch a bit as the g-string back slid uncomfortably in her outer lips, she gasped softly as her fingers met with moistness. As much as she hated being late, being manipulated by this man, her body was responding! The dildo had been set down and she turned to him picking it up and looking at him with one last pleading look.
"If you had just put the nice little outfit on like a good girl, I would have let it go. It was your choice, now continue." The look he gave her told her, all the pleading looks in the world wouldn't budge him. Her tongue reaching out to moisten her lips, she pulled the crotch of the teddy to the side and began to rub the tip over her moist lips. She was nervous and his gruff bark of "Stop!" didn't help. She looked up to him with questioning eyes. "Put it on the chair there and slide onto it." Could she suffer any more humiliation? She really didn't think so but she put the dildo on the chair obediently and then slid onto it.
