The Checpoint

Recently I flew from Tulsa to Las Vegas. Tulsa is one of the "pilot" locations for the backscatter X-ray scanners. They give you the right to opt out and I have always taken it. Last friday was no exception, when I got to the checkpoint I told the TSA agent directing people to the scanner that I would be opting out. With those magic words I was whisked through the magnetometer and into the hands of a tall blond man.

Mr. Blond directed me to stand on the carpet standing spreading my legs wider than my shoulders. His confident commands were met with my submissive plea for him to secure my property as it came down the xray conveyor belt. I begged him to grab my computer, my bag, my belt and my shoes before someone walked off with them. With authority he walked over and roughly retrieved my property while ordering me to stand on the carpet, it was clear he was the man in charge and he wouldn't be done until he was satisfied.

Standing on the exam rug I could feel all eyes on me looking at me from head to toe wondering what I did to deserve what was coming next. Mr. Blond stood in front of me, I could now see him clearly. He was in his late 20's 6'2" with a slim muscular build. His steely blue eyes contrasted his bright red tongue as it slowly caressed his puffy upper lip. I couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't enhanced his lips with a little collagen. His pressed white shirt and gold badge gave him an aura of power.

As I stood there, arms outstretched, my legs parted, I felt his hot breath on my face as he asked me if I had done this before. I replied meekly that I had done it in the past. With that, a smile crept across his puffy lips and he said "this won't be like before, since last friday we have changed our procedures". My heart started to beat a little faster and I was flush with anticipation about what would come next.

Mr. Blond began to describe how this time he was going to touch me all over my body. He said he would rub his hands up and down my chest, back and legs. He said in the past, when feeling your genital areas, we used the back of our hands. this time we will use the front. In the past he explained they felt around the waist band outside, this time he would stick his fingers down my pants instead.

Mr. Blond started feeling around my neck, his hands moving downward across my fitted t-shirt to my chest where his fingertips traced an arc across my nipples as they moved downward across my tight abs. I shuddered as his caress stopped short of touching me below the waist.

Mr. Blond then got on his knees looking up at me. From that vantage I couldn't help but notice he had a nice full head of blond hair and his steely blue eyes were now dilated like an anime character. His hands search out my ankle and he slowly felt his way up my leg. His hands caressing my calves, feeling for contraband he moved ever closer up my leg. When he got to my thighs he stopped and asked me to turn around. The mood was electric, with him behind me, I didn't know what was coming next.

With that, his hands eagerly slid up the back of my legs to my buttocks where his firm grip searched out that which I was hiding. His touch sent shivers through my body and without stopping his hands were inside my pants. His fingers penetrated my waistband and he slowly felt his way around searching for an explosive package. I started to breathe a little harder.

I felt flush, the heat of anticipation as he searched deeper and deeper. A small crowd lingered, watching the scene as Mr. Blond performed as he was trained to. The mood was one of fear and awe at the spectacle before them. Not one of them wanted to trade places with me, but the voyeurs couldn't look away from the action in front of them.

Mr. Blond wasn't done. There was one place he hadn't searched well and his performance depended on it. With that he ordered me to turn around again. His experienced hands grabbed my leg and he slowly moved upward. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, as his hands rubbed across my upper thigh and then zeroed in on my taint. With the skill of a master-TSAer his hands searched out my balls and then my penis. He was satisfied, he stopped and I couldn't help but feel cheated that he had satisfied his needs first.

It was awkward, we had just met. I haven't gone this far/fast with anyone, since that overnight in the park in the 80's. But just like then, a fleeting moment of anonymous pleasure and pain was followed by detached indifference. As I got dressed putting on my belt and my shoes, I got to thinking how much I love living free and if he hadn't used collagen on those lips.