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  1. #1
    nfw Guest

    Default OT The TSA




    He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into
    a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He
    approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring
    voice close to my ear. "Just relax."

    Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused
    hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my
    calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I
    should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so
    experienced, so sure.

    When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and
    partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing
    fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm,
    full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching,
    knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid
    them down my tingling spine and into my panties.

    Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
    expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A
    man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me
    what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say...
    "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done."

    My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling,
    holding out my purse. "You can board your flight now."







  2. #2
    Chemo the Clown Guest

    Default Re: OT The TSA

    On Jan 4, 4:47*pm, nfw <n...@spamnot.org> wrote:
    > He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into
    > a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He
    > approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring
    > voice close to my ear. *"Just relax."
    >
    > Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused
    > hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my
    > calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I
    > should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so
    > experienced, so sure.
    >
    > When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and
    > partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing
    > fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm,
    > full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching,
    > knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid
    > them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
    >
    > Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
    > expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A
    > man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me
    > what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say...
    > "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done."
    >
    > My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling,
    > holding out my purse. "You can board your flight now."


    Very few TSA men agents, if any, give a female a pat down.

  3. #3
    Cheryl Guest

    Default Re: OT The TSA

    On 1/4/2011 7:47 PM, nfw wrote:
    >
    >
    >
    > He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into
    > a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He
    > approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring
    > voice close to my ear. "Just relax."
    >
    > Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused
    > hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my
    > calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I
    > should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so
    > experienced, so sure.
    >
    > When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and
    > partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing
    > fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm,
    > full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching,
    > knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid
    > them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
    >
    > Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
    > expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A
    > man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me
    > what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say...
    > "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done."
    >
    > My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling,
    > holding out my purse. "You can board your flight now."
    >


    That was hot. What airport and what was his name? Can you request an
    agent, and do you have to tip them, and how much?

  4. #4
    sf Guest

    Default Re: OT The TSA

    On Tue, 04 Jan 2011 20:59:41 -0500, Cheryl <[email protected]>
    wrote:

    > That was hot. What airport and what was his name? Can you request an
    > agent, and do you have to tip them, and how much?


    We've seen this post before.

    --

    Never trust a dog to watch your food.

  5. #5
    Omelet Guest

    Default Re: OT The TSA

    In article <[email protected]>,
    nfw <[email protected]> wrote:

    >
    >
    >
    > He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into
    > a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He
    > approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring
    > voice close to my ear. "Just relax."
    >
    > Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused
    > hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my
    > calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I
    > should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so
    > experienced, so sure.
    >
    > When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and
    > partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing
    > fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm,
    > full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching,
    > knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid
    > them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
    >
    > Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
    > expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A
    > man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me
    > what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say...
    > "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done."
    >
    > My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling,
    > holding out my purse. "You can board your flight now."
    >



    Okay, that was funny. ;-)
    I guess I really do have a warped sense of humor...

    !
    --
    Peace! Om

    Web Albums: <http://picasaweb.google.com/OMPOmelet>
    "One man's theology is another man's belly laugh."
    --Robert Heinelien

  6. #6
    Omelet Guest

    Default Re: OT The TSA

    In article <4d23d0f5$0$31970$[email protected]>,
    Cheryl <[email protected]> wrote:

    > On 1/4/2011 7:47 PM, nfw wrote:
    > >
    > >
    > >
    > > He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into
    > > a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He
    > > approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring
    > > voice close to my ear. "Just relax."
    > >
    > > Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused
    > > hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my
    > > calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I
    > > should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so
    > > experienced, so sure.
    > >
    > > When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and
    > > partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing
    > > fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm,
    > > full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching,
    > > knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid
    > > them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
    > >
    > > Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
    > > expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A
    > > man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me
    > > what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say...
    > > "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done."
    > >
    > > My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling,
    > > holding out my purse. "You can board your flight now."
    > >

    >
    > That was hot. What airport and what was his name? Can you request an
    > agent, and do you have to tip them, and how much?


    ROFL!!!

    Good reply Cheryl! ;-D
    --
    Peace! Om

    Web Albums: <http://picasaweb.google.com/OMPOmelet>
    "One man's theology is another man's belly laugh."
    --Robert Heinelien

  7. #7
    Omelet Guest

    Default Re: OT The TSA

    In article <[email protected]>,
    sf <[email protected]> wrote:

    > On Tue, 04 Jan 2011 20:59:41 -0500, Cheryl <[email protected]>
    > wrote:
    >
    > > That was hot. What airport and what was his name? Can you request an
    > > agent, and do you have to tip them, and how much?

    >
    > We've seen this post before.


    I must have missed it... ;-)
    --
    Peace! Om

    Web Albums: <http://picasaweb.google.com/OMPOmelet>
    "One man's theology is another man's belly laugh."
    --Robert Heinelien

  8. #8
    Dan Abel Guest

    Default Re: OT The TSA

    In article <[email protected]>,
    Omelet <[email protected]> wrote:

    > In article <[email protected]>,
    > sf <[email protected]> wrote:
    >
    > > On Tue, 04 Jan 2011 20:59:41 -0500, Cheryl <[email protected]>
    > > wrote:
    > >
    > > > That was hot. What airport and what was his name? Can you request an
    > > > agent, and do you have to tip them, and how much?

    > >
    > > We've seen this post before.

    >
    > I must have missed it... ;-)


    I missed it also. Some of us kill certain crossposts. I know it's a
    good group, but people who crosspost to both are often trolling.

    --
    Dan Abel
    Petaluma, California USA
    [email protected]

  9. #9
    itsjoannotjoann Guest

    Default Re: OT The TSA





    Year to date statistics on Airport screening from the Department of
    Homeland Security

    Terrorist Discovered 0
    Transvestites 133
    Hernia 1,485
    Hemorrhoid Cases 3,172
    Enlarged Prostates 8,249
    Breast Implants 59,350
    Natural Blondes 3


  10. #10
    Omelet Guest

    Default Re: OT The TSA

    In article
    <[email protected]>,
    itsjoannotjoann <[email protected]> wrote:

    > Year to date statistics on Airport screening from the Department of
    > Homeland Security
    >
    > Terrorist Discovered 0
    > Transvestites 133
    > Hernia 1,485
    > Hemorrhoid Cases 3,172
    > Enlarged Prostates 8,249
    > Breast Implants 59,350
    > Natural Blondes 3


    ;-)
    --
    Peace! Om

    Web Albums: <http://picasaweb.google.com/OMPOmelet>
    "One man's theology is another man's belly laugh."
    --Robert Heinelien

  11. #11
    J. Clarke Guest

    Default Re: OT The TSA

    In article <4d23d0f5$0$31970$[email protected]>,
    [email protected] says...
    >
    > On 1/4/2011 7:47 PM, nfw wrote:
    > >
    > >
    > >
    > > He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into
    > > a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He
    > > approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring
    > > voice close to my ear. "Just relax."
    > >
    > > Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused
    > > hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my
    > > calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I
    > > should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so
    > > experienced, so sure.
    > >
    > > When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and
    > > partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing
    > > fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm,
    > > full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching,
    > > knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid
    > > them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
    > >
    > > Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
    > > expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A
    > > man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me
    > > what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say...
    > > "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done."
    > >
    > > My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling,
    > > holding out my purse. "You can board your flight now."
    > >

    >
    > That was hot. What airport and what was his name? Can you request an
    > agent, and do you have to tip them, and how much?


    "Have whip, will travel" reads the card of a man . . .



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