He held me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a
room. I had never been there but I knew this was his room. I knew
what he was going to do to me, and I knew I was going to let him. The
door closed quietly and we were alone. He approached silently 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 caressing
upward along my tender calves slowly and 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 under my
skirt to my thighs I gave a slight shudder and partly closed my eyes.
My pulse was pounding. His knowing fingers continued upward across 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, his teasing hands quickly moved to my shoulders and slid down
my tingling spine. By entire body was throbbing when he discovered my
pink, lace thong. 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 all done. Here's your purse, ma'am. Have a nice flight."
TSA Security