Airport Seach Chapter 2

I made the following comment on a chat site, “Is it my imagination (which is very vivid) or do I notice a lot of women smiling as they are searched at airport terminal security checks. I seem to see a lot of them with their legs spread out, arms out to their sides as someone runs a wand over them. Is there a lot of wishing they would be stripped searched? One person, Natalie came back with, “Yea, I know I wouldn't mind.” This is my story to her.

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Natalie was just starting her vacation. This was the first time she had flown on an airplane since 9-11. She had seen all of the news reports regarding security at the airports and had seen where they were using wands to check passengers for metal objects and now had more sophisticated devices to detect explosives. The United States were still just using wands, but other countries have been trying the new and more sophisticated gear, mainly to make sure that tourists would continue to come to their countries. Natalie did not worry about the security, in fact, the searching had a tendency to excite her. She often imagined that she was stopped and they forced her to undergo a search when she was masturbating (which seemed to be too often since she broke up with her boyfriend).

Natalie had chosen Cuba to visit for her vacation. The United States had just begun to allow visitors and Natalie wanted to be one of the first. Her first plane ride from Miami to Havana had been uneventful. She had passed through normal security with no trouble and was not randomly selected to be searched at the gate. She was now in Havana, ready to take a small plane ride to Santiago.

Natalie disembarked her United flight and had to go to the older terminal, used by the locals. This required going across the street from the new, gleaming modern terminal to the old 50-year old building.

Natalie entered the terminal, a dismal, dirty building. She did not hear anyone speaking English, only Spanish. She recognized the symbol for the airline she was taking in the furthest corner of the building. She walked across the open terminal, eyes watching her as she walked. There had not been many Americans in Cuba, never a beautiful girl like Natalie. Natalie stood at a little over five-foot-five, brown hair, shoulder length, slim waist, long legs and gorgeous breasts. She was twenty-five years old. She had a very active sex life, but since her breakup with her boyfriend, she did not seem to have the interest or the good luck to find anyone that interested her. Masturbation and fantasies seem to be her only sexual release, the humiliation of searches becoming more prevalent in her fantasies. 

She finally managed to make it across the terminal, almost all eyes following her as she did. She went to the counter, a short, slightly balding attendant standing behind it. 

She took her passport and ticket and passed it over the counter. He picked it up, leafed through the tickets and passport and checked a book in front of him. He spoke a few words to her in Spanish, her puzzled look conveying her lack of understanding of the Spanish language. He handed her passport and ticket back to her, pointed to the corner of the terminal and held up three fingers. Natalie assumed that he meant three hours, dreading the wait in the dismal terminal.

Natalie looked to the corner where the attendant had pointed. There was a door that led out to where an old, two engine prop plane stood, workman busily attempting to get it ready to fly. Next to it, an uniformed guard or police officer, Natalie now being able to ascertain which, stood next to a table with various electronic instruments. They seemed similar to the wands used by US airports. There was a partition next to the table blocking out whatever was on the other side.

The guard was young, very muscular, about six feet and dark skinned. When he saw Natalie move toward one of the seats, he motioned her over. They had been waiting for her and preparing for her arrival for three days. There were three guards in the terminal, Gomez, Jose and Ricardo. They knew an American gringo would be passing through the terminal and they decided they wanted to have a little fun with her. They had taken an old wand that used in the new terminal. Gomez was an excellent electrician. He had changed the wand so with a push of a button, the wand would beep. In addition, he had made it so it would vibrate, a powerful vibration, when the wand beeped. Inside the area of the partition, mirrors had been placed into the floor, with lights shining up from underneath. In addition, photos could be taken of whatever or whoever was above.

The locals knew that the planes never took off on time, they were always at least two hours late, so they would have at least three hours before anyone else showed up for the flight, by that time they would already have Natalie behind the partition. 

Natalie saw the guard wave her over to the table. She looked around, the terminal empty. Why does he want me now, it’s too early for the plane. She walked over toward the guard, his eyes staring at her as she walked. He was extremely handsome, maybe her luck was turning. 

“May I see your passport and your ticket,” Ricardo’s English very good. 

“I’m glad you speak English, how come you are checking so early, there is no one else here?”

“Sometime are equipment does not work correctly, so we try to allow for delays. It is not very often we get tourists, so we take special care to make sure that we do a very thorough search, especially Americans. We take our country and our work very seriously.” Ricardo gave Natalie a very stern and official look. “We need your cooperation and we do not put up with any disobedience. Our prisons are full of people that can not follow our rules.”

Natalie began to feel some fear about the situation. This was not the United States, this was a Socialist state, hostile to Americans and Ricardo began to scare her. “Do not worry, I will cooperate,” she said, her eyes looking at the ground, hoping to avoid Ricardo’s.

“That is good, now please hand me your ticket and passport. When we finish with this, I will return them to you. Until that time, I will hold them.”

Natalie handed over her papers, knowing that she needed them back or she could be arrested in this country without them. 

“Please stand over her next to the table, stand with your arms to the side, extended out and spread your legs open,” Natalie was ordered. 

It had begun, Natalie could feel her pussy become wet as soon as she heard the words “spread your legs open”. She stood near the table, her arms to the side, extended. She spread her legs, waiting in excitement.

Ricardo picked up the wand, his finger on the button. This should be fun. I hadn’t expected her to be this beautiful and such a body. I hoped I scared her enough. He began to move the wand, first over her right arm, moving toward her breast. As he got closer, his finger tightened in expectation. When he was within two inches of her breasts he pushed the button. 

Natalie jumped, the beep from the wand shocking her. “What’s the matter,” she asked.

“Remain calm, we shall continue,” his voice stern. He moved to the other side, moving down her left arm toward her other breast. When he was within two inches of her breast again, his finger pushed the button, the beep ringing in the room. 

Natalie jumped again. 

Ricardo moved behind her, she could see him crouching behind her. He moved the wand between her legs, starting at the bottom and moving up her left leg. As he moved the wand higher, he moved it under her skirt, a flowing brown skirt. When he got within four inches of her pussy, he pushed the button, he did not want to scare her too much by getting to close yet. Soon he would do that.

Again, the quiet was broken by the sharp beep of the wand. The wand moved to the front of her skirt and as soon as it got near her pussy, the beep sounded again. He moved to the back, running over her shapely ass, the beep breaking the silence again.

“I think it must be broken,” Natalie stammered. 

“Don’t tell me what I should be doing, it is working fine,” his voice commanding. “Spread your legs open further,” his voice booming, the anger showing through. 

Natalie trembled, the fear rising, the wand kept going off and now the guard seemed angry with her. She quickly moved to spread her legs open more.

Ricardo turned his head, not wanting Natalie to see his smile. She willingly jumped at his last command. Ricardo moved the wand over her again, each time hitting the button, the beep startling Natalie.

“Captain Jose, would you come out here,” Ricardo yelling over the partition. 

Natalie watched as two more guards came out, Jose and Gomez, Jose wearing the uniform of a Captain. They had stern looks on their faces. Now there was three of them and there was still no one else in this end of the terminal. The attendant at the airline was even gone.

“What is it?”

“This young lady has set the wand off both times, at various parts of her body,” Ricardo said.

“Excuse me Ma’am, what is your name?” 

“Natalie,” she stammered.

“Natalie, we need more than one guard out her because you have set off the wands numerous times. This means that you have unauthorized items, some could be potentially dangerous on your person. We will need to search you more, and we want to make sure that you do not try to report the guard for any inappropriate behavior, so we need other witnesses. Now please follow Ricardo’s orders while we observe. We take these types of threats very serious and if you fail to cooperate you can be jailed. Our jails are not very nice, not like your American prisons. We do not coddle our prisoners. So it is better that you allow us to handle the situation here, than in a dirty jail,” Jose keeping a stern look on his face, staring at Natalie.

Natalie trembled, “no, I don’t want to go to a jail, I will do whatever you want. I do not have anything on me.”

“Very good, Natalie, now assume the position again,” Ricardo ordered her, spinning her around, her back to the other men. Natalie put her arms out again, her legs spread. Ricardo put his foot against her leg, “spread them further,” he ordered. Natalie moved her legs out another couple of inches. “I said spread them further!” his voice raised. Natalie moved them over a foot more, her legs now spread over four feet wide. The men watched Natalie, her arms out, her legs spread wide, they were going to enjoy this.

Natalie could not see them, but she could feel their eyes on her. Her pussy was dripping wet. She was being forced to spread herself open, fearing and also excited on what was happening.

Ricardo moved the wand against her right arm. He moved it toward her breast, his finger ready again. As soon as he was within two inches, the beeping started again. 

“You need to move it closer, Ricardo,” Gomez said.

Ricardo moved the wand until it was touching her arm. He slid it along her arm, Natalie getting goose bumps, the expectations of what it would feel like when it reached her breasts. “Hold still and do not move, so we can get this over.” He could feel her flinch. He moved it up her arm and slid it under her armpit. As soon as he reached her breast, he pushed the button. The beeping began immediately, this time Natalie could also feel the vibrating of the wand.

“It feels funny, what is it doing,” she cried.

“It is just the mechanism of the beeper, it feels like it is vibrating, now hold still and I will see if it will shut off as I move it.” Ricardo began to move the wand over the swell of her breast. He could feel the vibration in the wand, watching Natalie’s breast. He could see her nipple begin to push out. He moved the wand toward it, holding it and pushing it tightly against it.

“Please, don’t,” she cried. She could feel her nipple harden, the vibrating driving into her body. She could feel her pussy juice run soaking her panties. The wand pushed harder into her nipple, the vibrating driving her crazy.

“Try the other side,” Gomez said. “I want you to hold still, I am going to have to run my hand over your body while Ricardo does the other side. We have to find out why the wand keeps going off.”

“Oh, God,” she cried, the wand moving down her arm, the beeping starting as soon as it moved over her breast. Ricardo began to push it in again, searching out her nipple, forcing it erect. She felt Gomez run his fingers over her back, feeling her bra strap, than slipping under her spread arm, reaching for her breast. “Please, don’t,” she moaned, the fingers of Gomez’s hand searching out her nipple, beginning to pinch it.

“Use your hand, Ricardo,” Gomez said. “That’s a good girl, hold still,” his fingers grabbing her tit roughly, fondling it as Ricardo began to do the same thing to her other breast.