I was working the night shift at the airport, supposedly saving the world from terrorists by making old people remove their shoes at the metal detector. The job was boring and the pay mediocre, but sometimes I could have a little fun depending on who I had to pat down. It was along time since my last relationship had broken up, I would take any action I could get even if it was just mildly groping cute guys who came through the line. Like the one that was just approaching.
He was tall, dark, and handsome, a perfect cliché of a man. He had a nice body, slim hips and a hot ass. There was even a slight bulge visible in the crotch area, tantalizing and making me wonder exactly how big that bulge could grow to be. He loaded his belongings onto the belt and stepped through the gate. Oh my luck, the metal detector went off.
"Could I ask you to come over here sir?" I said politely. I used my wand but couldn't determine the source of the metal. That didn't surprise me; I didn't turn my wand on.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to strip search you sir. Billy, my colleague, has just run to the restroom and will be back in a minute, would you prefer to wait for him?" I hated having to ask this question since it could deprive me of my grope, but I had to or get fired.
He looked at the clock on the wall and then at his tickets.
"I don't have time to wait," he said hesitantly, "you'd better do it." I radioed Billy where I was going, shut the gates, and lead him into the private room where we conduct cavity and strip searches. I ran my hands down his back, tracing the lines of his muscles and slowly patting down to his ass.
I don't know where the words came from, but as my hands found the front of his pants I exclaimed, "What is that!?" Of course I knew what I had felt, my last sexual encounter wasn't so long ago that I forgot the male anatomy, but my exclamation was more in surprise at feeling the erection than wondering what the hard length was.
He nervously shifted and attempted to come up with something to say. Just like my initial statement, the next words out of my mouth were a surprise to me. My tattered libido was taking over.
"I'm afraid I need to take a closer look sir, you maybe concealing a dangerous weapon." I moved around to the front of him and pulled down his fly.
"What are you doing?! You can't just...uungh." I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock and any objections that he was considering making went out the window. It had been too long since I sucked cock. I love it. I slurped as I pushed him further into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the silky rigid rod. I felt him throb. He was panting above me, obviously unsure of what was happening but too overcome by sensation to object. I sucked hard as I began to slide up and down on his cock, his groans and gasps making me wetter by the second. I could taste the beginnings of his cum, slightly sour and oh so salty. I felt like I could swallow him whole and I'd still want more. He was pushing against my mouth, trying to drive himself further into the source of his pleasure. I knew if we kept up at this pace, all I would get from that wonderful dick was a shot down my throat. As appealing as that sounded, I wanted more from this than a meal.
I slid his cock out of my mouth and slid my hands up his body as I rose. I grabbed his bottom lip and sucked hard. I shared the taste of his cock by slipping my tongue into his mouth. He kissed back passionately and thrust his now-raging-hard-on into my pelvis. His hands grabbed my breasts roughly, he was beyond gentleness. He had my buttons apart in a matter of seconds and I felt his cool hands on my nipples, which peaked in response. I moaned as he pulled and pinched my nipples, pulling his mouth away from mine to replace his fingers. He bit them, first raking the right nipple with his teeth and then the left. I bucked against him, longing for this roughness in my pussy as well as on my breasts. He knew what I was asking for and groaned in response.
