(This is the 'story' part and the proper full-on sex will be in chapter two. I will add that at a later date)
Reece Wall was one of the youngest security officers at the Airport, but he'd been working there for five years, since he was eighteen. He was now twenty-three and a rather tall and domineering presence at 6ft3 in his standard security guard uniform. It was dark blue, tight and fitting, but loose enough to allow him to run at a fast speed without the clothes being uncomfortable. What Reece liked most about his outfit were the pair of handcuffs attached to his belt and his gun. That was a result of the 9/11 disasters, which tightened airport security worldwide and earned UK airport guards weapons. Of course, he wasn't meant to use it in exceptional circumstances, and so far he hadn't, but having it there made him and everyone else feel safer. It also made him look like a more formidable character.
Reece patrolled the arrivals area, looking around at the various people just coming back from their holiday destinations worldwide.Then his eyes fell on an attractive woman, standing alone, waiting for her suitcase. She was about 5ft4, nearly a whole foot shorter than him. She had gorgeous dark red hair that fell in delightful tight curls, framing her pale face. A dash of cute freckles covered her nose. She was wearing thick-framed glasses, the popular variety. He felt his cock harden slightly in his trousers at the mere sight of her. The woman was probably in her late twenties, older than him, he was certain. She had a slim, slight frame. Rather boyish, with small breasts and narrow hips. He liked the colour of her skin, which was so light it was like cream. It looked soft to the touch. He wanted to grab her and caress her skin and run his hands through her hair.
Waiting over by the suitcase collection area, Lyndsey Warner was growing tired of waiting. She'd been told that the suitcases for her flight were going to be delayed because of some problem occuring whilst getting them from the plane to here. She sighed and swung her red handbag, irritated. She wasn't a supremely patient person and didn't like being made to wait. The twenty-nine year old had just got back from her holiday to Italy and she wanted to return home now. Lyndsey rested her weight on one leg as she stretched the other out in an annoyed stance, whilst swinging her handbag.
"Shit!" She swore quietly as she dropped it on the floor accidentally, allowing several things to fall out of it. She did not notice the security guard walk over to her until she had bent down to pick up her handbag and saw someone stand in front of her. She didn't straightened up but looked up instead and noticed it was a tall, uniformed security guard. In her crouched position, Lyndsey's head was quite close to this tall man's crotch. She blushed and stood up, forgetting that her handbag was still on the floor as were it's spilled contents.
The security guard smiled at her and bent down. He picked up her bag and started putting things inside it. She saw his hands tighten around her tampons and she blushed, averting her gaze. Once she looked back, he'd put the tampons, lipstick, compact mirror, wallet, passport and pen back inside her bag. The man stood up and handed back her handbag.
"Thank you." She replied, taking the bag from him and briefly checking the contents.
"You're welcome." He said. "I'm here to ask though, is your name Lyndsey Warner?" Reece had memorised the name when he'd peeked inside her passport, in order to make the act more believable.
"Yes." Lyndsey replied, a little worried that a security guard was asking about her name. Maybe something was wrong? Maybe she was in trouble? Lyndsey swallowed thickly, casting her eyes down.
"Are you waiting for your suitcase?" Reece asked, as his eyes gazed up and down Lyndsey's body. He felt his cock harden again slightly as he imagined all the things he could to to her.
"I am, yes. Is there something wrong? Is it here yet?" Lyndsey asked, nodding nervously. She saw the young man glance up and down her body and she bit her lip, a little embarressed at his openess but she didn't dare comment.
"It's here. We got a report that it was flagged for suspicious substance. You'll have to come with me." Reece said, grabbing Lyndsey's arm rather forcefully and looking at her to see if she'd comply or if he'd actually have to be more forceful. She jumped slightly when he grabbed her arm, before nodding.
"Of course, sorry." She mumbled, embarrassed that she had jumped. She tried hard to not look suspicious since she knew she hadn't done anything wrong and that compliance would be the key to them realising that.
Reece slowly turned them both around and he strode across the room, leading her behind him. They left the public section of the airport and travelled down some corridors before reaching one of the holding rooms where security guards were legally able to interrogate suspect passengers. Reece unlocked the door and put his hand on the small of Lyndsey's back, part guiding and part pushing her inside. Nervously, Lyndsey stepped into the room as butterflies flooded her stomach.
Suddenly, she was shoved into a chair by Reece and he started to circle her, silently, like a predator eyeing up it's prey. Lyndsey nervously waited, scared, for something to happen. She crossed her legs and began to fiddle her hands in her lap. She kept her head bowed as he circled her, not looking at him.
"So, what was in that suitcase of yours?" Reece finally asked, wanting to make her believe him about the possibility that she might be in trouble for sneaking something into the country.
"Everything from my holiday." Lyndsay replied, honestly. "It's got my clothes, my shoes, my books, my souveniers. That's it really." she paused, biting her lip. "Am I in trouble?"
"You certainly are. You're in trouble for lying to a federal office. So, how about you tell me exactly what was in that suitcase?" He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and noticed her eyes widen.
"I'm not lying!" She exclaimed. "That is what is in there; my clothes, my books, my souvineers. Nothing else!"
Suddenly, Reece grabbed one of Lyndsay's wrists and snapped the handcuff around it, leaving it unattached.
