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 ï>¿Almost Strip Searched. 

   A Jenny Story. 

   Beeeeeeeep!  That damned alarm is more sensitive nowadays than I am. 
airport  security meets new heights and all that stuff.   -~Have you any
metal objects on your person, madam? -(TM) asked the uniformed guard.  I
walked back through the arch took off my watch and tried again. 
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!  There was no more metal that I could take off without
causing a riot in customs.   -~Would you pick up your bag and come with
us, please, madam? -(TM)  Did I have a choice?  Would my arm be twisted up
behind my back?  Would a gun  be stuffed up a nostril?  I picked up my bag
and with one officer in front to show the way and another behind to make
certain I did not escape I was escorted through to a room at the side of
the customs area and the door was shut behind me.   -~We do not want to
embarrass you any more that is essential to check that you are  not
carrying any Weapons of Mass Destruction so we will not ask you to
undress  completely for the search we must carry out.  You packed this bag
yourself? -(TM)  She opened my bag and found mainly my undies and a few
odds and ends  including my Tampax.  I opened my mouth for her to peer
inside with a little torch and let down and shook out my long blonde hair
at her command.   -~Take off your shoes and place them on the table,
please -(TM) Awfully polite these  officers are until they have you bang
to rights.  I slipped off my high heels and put  them on the table.  They
were viewed suspiciously before being cleared of having  explosives in the
heels.   -~Undo your blouse, please, madam. -(TM) I undid the buttons on
my blouse and let it fly  open.  My push up Wonderbra with its plastic
under strip under my breasts was  exposed.   -~And unclip your bra,
please. -(TM)  I reached up my back, pulled the strap of my bra down and
unclipped it.  How was I supposed to get it off with my blouse still on? 
 -~Remove it from your breasts and lift your arms above your head. -(TM) 
My breast with their nipple rings - why do blonde -(TM)s breasts have such
perky rose  pink nipples?  - popped into view and were duly inspected by
the officer as though my bra had contained a ton of coke rather than my F
size boobs.  The officer came  forwards, squeezed the material of my bra
and ran her hand round my chest, up into my armpits and up my back.  
-~Thank you, madam, you can put your bra and blouse back on now. -(TM)  I
dropped my arms, leant forwards and dropped my boobs into my bra cups. 
Now  they had seen my metal nipple rings they must be aware what had set
the alarm off and would let me go.   -~Are you wearing stockings or
tights, madam? -(TM)   -~Hold-ups actually.  They are cooler in this
weather. -(TM)   -~Just slip your panties off then, please. -(TM)  An
awful lot of  -~pleases -(TM) from these officers.  I lifted the sides of
my skirt and  pushed my thumbs into the side straps of my panties and
eased them down and off.  Slightly damp in the crotch from anticipating
what would happen to me behind that  closed door but not voluminous enough
to cause an explosion unless a guy saw them.  I was getting away lightly
with these checks I thought as the officers dropped my  damp drawers on
the table.  BUT!  She extracted a box of  -~Disposable Surgical  Gloves
-(TM) from under the table and a tube of KY.  Maybe I wasn -(TM)t going to
have to take my clothes off and get naked but the examination was going to
be no less thorough.   -~Lift your skirt so that your buttocks are exposed
and lean on the table, please -(TM)  Not  -~please -(TM) again.  I lifted
my skirt and leant on the table with a cold draught  blowing on my
exposed, moist pussy.  I considered the view the second officer was 
getting of my bare bum and pussy atop a pair of nylon clad legs.  Did they
have a  surveillance camera and sell pictures to male officers?  The
officer lifted my skirt so  that it would not cover anything she wanted
exposed and snapped on a rubber glove.  After giving it a dose of KY she
walked round behind me.   -~Stand with your feet well apart, please.
-(TM)  Say that word again and I -(TM)ll scream.  I slid my feet apart and
felt my moist labia  slide apart.  My clit ring must have popped into view
confirming that I did indeed have metallic objects about my person.   -~I
just need to check that you have nothing concealed internally so I am going
to  have to perform a cavity search.  Try to relax and it will be quickly
over. -(TM)  I felt that slippery finger part my labia and slide up and
down between them and  than a finger was inveigled into my vagina and I
could feel it come into contact with my cervix during its travels. 
Nothing found except moisture the probing finger was withdrawn and slid
its way upwards between my bum cheeks until it found my tight little anus.
More jelly was placed on it and it resumed its search.   -~Hold your
buttocks apart, please, madam, so that I can minimise your discomfort.
-(TM)  My breast were laying on the table to prevent me falling over as I
placed my hands  on my bum and pulled my cheeks apart.  The finger wiggled
away at my orifice  gradually working its way past my taught muscle until
it finally slid freely into my  back passage.  The only question was how
deep it could penetrate.  I was not certain whether to gasp with pleasure
or horror as I found out just that.  The finger was withdrawn and I was
told I could stand up.   -~You have nothing concealed about your person,
madam, It must be your ......  body jewellery that set of the detector.
-(TM) She handed me a couple of wipes.   -~If you like to clean yourself
up and resume your clothing you are free to board your flight. -(TM)  I
wiped off the slimy jelly and dragged a panty liner from my bag.  I was
sure that  some of that stuff would ooze out as I was sitting on the plane
and I didn -(TM)t want a  damp patch on my nice new skirt.  Wiped down I
stepped into my knickers and tucked the pad into position before clipping
my bag shut and being escorted back to departures with a slightly
lubricated feeling as my legs moved against one another.  Well!  I might
not have been stripped naked but as sure as sure keeping my clothing on
had not prevented these officers from a very thorough search.  Maybe I
would have preferred to strip naked.  They might have thought that
searching me piecemeal was less embarrassing.  I didn -(TM)t!  I removed
my  -~body jewellery -(TM) and put it in my bag for the flight home 
   Jenny