(This is just a prologue to a series I plan to write. This is mainly to introduce the characters and some context. It'll be a slow build up but as the story progresses things will pick up and expand. There is no sex in this part of the story, only a minor ENF situation)
Julia was standing in line at the airport. The lines were long as usual. She couldn't believe that her mom was dragging her to Finland to visit some distant family members in some remote village. Her mother told her that they were going and that was that. The only choice Julia really had was when she could go.
Her mom was very strict growing up and made her very submissive. Even as an adult who's about to move out on her own, Julia still bent to her mother's will. At least she wasn't paying for the trip so she couldn't complain too much, she thought.
As the line slowly meandered forward, Julia was glad she wore comfy clothes. Her black leggings and white crop top underneath her navy-blue sweater were her usual choice of attire. She never wore underwear on these flights because she didn't like to wear underwear for more than a day at a time.
Flying from America to Finland took about 12 hours and there was no running water at the village so she had to conserve her underwear. Julia's boyfriend, John, always tried to get her to abandon underwear completely but she wasn't a fan of that idea. She felt more comfortable wearing underwear unless there was a purpose behind not wearing any.
She would on occasion for her date nights not wear any underwear just to satisfy her boyfriend. She was always wet and slightly turned on whenever she went out without underwear. It always perplexed her boyfriend.
"How can you not like it when you're clearly wet?!" John would say almost every time she went out without underwear.
"I don't know, maybe it just needs some more lubrication since it's more exposed." Julia would always respond with some reason or another. She did sometimes enjoy it but would easily get scared someone might know or she might accidentally flash someone.
She was now getting very close to the TSA machines she's grown used to going through. Her mother liked to be efficient so she would start untying her shoes and undoing her belt way ahead of time just to make the process smoother. Julia on the other hand didn't see the need for it. There almost always was a backed-up que for the scanners, giving Julia plenty of time to untie and take off her shoes. She and her mother always ended up on the backed up line at the same time.
Julia also didn't have much to prepare. She had no pockets so everything was in her bag and all she had to do was to take off her shoes. After another 20 minutes they were finally at the scanners. Julia's mother already grabbed the square basket and began to put her stuff in while Julia was still untying her shoes. As she stood back up, the TSA agent who was standing past the scanner looked at her.
