The flight was long, boring as are most long flights, and now during the long flight the lights are dimmed and most people are ignoring the movie and trying to sleep you among them, but is eluding you. Thankfully the seats next to you are empty and you cuddle against the window pulling your jacket over you like a comforter and slowly the hours pass amid the low level noises of other passengers and the hum of the big jet engines, when suddenly it is time to land and go through customs.

Customs, you haven’t filled out your forms expecting to have time and now you rush through them hoping it won’t take too long and manage to scribble all the answers in the blanks hesitating once over the purpose for the trip. Do I dare say, “having Thomas fuck me?” You ponder to yourself and then grinning to yourself you write, “pleasure” on the form.

The customs queue moves slowly like all such official inspections until you are in front of the desk and the routine questions come one after another, but you can tell from the expression of the security officer something isn’t quite right. Sure enough he calls someone of the phone and you and your bags are separated from the line and escorted to a plain looking conference room where you are instructed to sit. Taking a chair you wonder what is going to happen, but the officers are quiet, yet you sense in spite of the lack of words that you are clearly being detained. After an endless wait of about ten minutes a tall, blond woman comes in and judging from the reaction of the other officers, is it clear she is very senior in rank to the other police officers. She sits opposite of you, looks in a file and after a few moments, looks up and you and begins.

“Your name shows up as a match on our watch lists. Have you ever been associated with any known criminal or terrorist groups or perhaps a charity working primarily in Islamic counties? Or have you traveled to any middle-eastern nation in the last ten years?”

“No, to both questions. This is my first trip to the United States and I have never traveled outside of Europe.”

"Well I don’t know why you are showing up. It may be as simple as a clerical error, but the only quick resolution is to finger print you and then for a hour or two you will have to be detained. You will be released just as soon as your identity is confirmed. Chuck,” she said to one of the male officers. “Please fingerprint her and take her to restraint three. Call me when you arrive and I’ll come right down.”

20 minutes later you are standing outside a room with a small sign reading Restraint III. The female officer who interviewed you arrived and escorts you by yourself into the room. You look around at the 10 by 10 foot room with a couple of plain chairs on either side of a low table sort of like a coffee table and a non-enclosed metal sink and toilet. There are bars covering the single window and one long bar across the ceiling with two heavily padded wrist restraints. Before you can begin to worry more about you surroundings the woman begins to speak.

“This will be your home until your prints come back. I need you to strip off everything for your initial search."

“Everything?”

“Yes, completely nude sweety. It wouldn’t do at all for you to have something on you that you shouldn’t, so I will haven to look you over and check your clothes before you can redress.” She smiled reassuringly.

You look about the room. No place of privacy. Nothing else to do but take it all off so you turn away from her and remove your blouse and pants. Sitting down you take off you shoes and socks, the titled floor seeming unnaturally cold to your bare feet the chill seeming to run through your whole body your nipples hardening instantly. You reach back and unhook the bra allowing your full breasts to fall free and they stand proudly outward proclaiming your sex. Eager to get it over with you ditch your panties and the woman motions you over under the bar.

“Just raise your arms so they can be restrained while I search you.”

“Do I have to be tied up?”

“Yes. It is policy to never be alone searching someone unless they are restrained or double guarded. It protects us both. If you don’t want to be restrained I can call in two other officers to witness, but I am the only woman on right now and it would be two male officers watch as I do a full body search including your body cavities.

You raise you arms and allow her to firmly attach them to the cuffs, your arms now above your head as if you are a robbery victim being held up. She steps close to your face and her hands run up the back of you neck gently, even sensually running through your hair, massaging your scalp exploring every inch they pass over missing nothing and yet waves of sheer sensual pleasure run unexpectedly through you. Finishing your hairline she explore your ears, her fingers as soft as a tongue as you struggle to avoid the sighs of pleasure that threaten to escape your lips. Like an eager tongue the fingers find entrance to your mouth where you eagerly suck them as she finger fucks your mouth in an erotic imitation of a blowjob. Then she checks the rest of your face and neck with her wet fingers, before sliding lower over your shoulders and running the length of your up stretched arms, before probing gently past you under arms and immediately down over your heaving breasts, the pink nipples straining by this point for attention.

She instinctively knows what a woman’s breasts most need and she cups you breasts, her finger and hands bringing you more pleasure than any man has ever given you causing a flood of wetness between your legs. She is rougher than any man has ever been without causing you your any real pain as she pinches and pulls your sweet little tips twisting and tugs as you writhe helplessly with real passion fired by her insistent lust for you. Her hands check your belly and then she moves behind you examining your back and buttocks, before moving down your legs. Reaching the heal she moves to the front and lifts each foot teasing it with your tongue and sucking the toes before her hands move back up your legs toward the seething volcano your pussy has become. “Spread your legs!” She commands and you willing separate them as far as possible while standing and you feel her fingers spreading your inner labia open as she examines you with an almost clinical detachment and then four fingers ram inside of you like a huge cock fucking and probing amid the huge amount of aroused wetness you have produced. You scream, but the hand doesn’t stop. It feels as if her whole arm is inside if you as it fucks you mercilessly, in and out, probing your G-spot as even more wetness drips from you, your body responding like a champion to this violation and taking pleasure from it, while your mind confused and unsure struggles to catch up.

She takes you to the edge of climax over and over but never quite lets you cum. Then the fingers withdraw and covered in your own juices they begin probing your anal opening thankfully only two enter you and once more you are fucked close to climax but not allowed to find release. Your body has built the most massive supply of pent up sexual tension awaiting release you have ever experienced and you moan is disappointment when her fingers exit your pussy. She stand in front of you looking over you naked and suffering body, now covered is sweat, your breath coming in ragged gulps and smelling of your extreme sexual arousal. She kisses you open-mouthed and full of passion, her lips crushing yours as her tongue penetrates your mouth and then her lips slide down to you nipples where you whimper and pant as she extracts ever more pleasure working them for 15 minutes sucking and licking as you aroused body begins pouring so much liquid arousal out of your sex that is now dripping down your legs and off your labia to the floor. The need for release is desperate and it seems forever before she at last moves to your aching womanhood. Once more she pulls you labia open exposing your dripping opening and the super excited and erect pink bud of pleasure. She just looks at you more minutes and just when you don’t think you can stand it any longer, her tongue flicks just once over the tip of your organ and you explode into the more powerful orgasm of you life aware of nothing other than the waves of pleasure and your moans.

Opening you eyes, you are aware of how wet you are between your legs, but everything else seems wrong. The room, the woman, the reality of where you have been, have all vanished and you are still cuddled under your jacket on the plane. It has all been a dream. Well almost all, you are so wet that your pants have soaked through to the seat leaving a small damp spot. You grab you carry on bag to get out some new clothes and head to the lavatory to change the wet and clinging pants, thankful you packed another outfit in your carry on luggage. Once inside you sit down your fingers quickly bringing relief to your swollen clitoris. Just as you finish changing and exit the lavatory the lights come on and the pilot announces you are approaching New York. Stowing the carry on once more you take one of the unoccupied seats letting your jacket cover the seat with the wet spot of female arousal.

It has all been a fantasy borne of transatlantic sexual expectations. So maybe you won’t be taken by a female police officer. You will certainly be sexually taken, and you smile at the thought because Thomas will be waiting for you and you are already wet, willing, indeed you are eager for him.

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