Thread: 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.

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?

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.

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...

!
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Peace! Om

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

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

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

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]

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

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

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 . . .