He's heard that before...
searched my bag?"
"I'm sorry; I thought I made it pretty clear this is a body search, why do you think a woman RMP was required,"
"Oh this is stupid" she said "get on with it then."
He stood behind her and ran his fingers through her hair and then around her shoulders, firmly enough to feel the straps of her bra. Continuing on he ran his hands down her sides, past the hem of her dress and down the outside of her smooth, bare legs.
Then he began to run his hands up the inside of her legs, until he reached the hem of her dress.
"Spread your legs please Mrs Smith," he requested.
She began to protest, but then moved her feet apart and he ran his hands up her inner thigh, brushing lightly across the crotch of her panties. He felt he tense up as he did so. "I'm sorry Mrs Smith, but I am not satisfied that you are not concealing something in your clothing, please remove your dress."
"I will not!" she exclaimed.
"Then I will have to ask you to sit down and wait for the RMP to arrive," he said.
She scowled at him and sat down - but it was only 10 minutes or so before she stood up, "Get on with it then, I bet you are really getting off on this aren't you!" she said.
Joe ushered her into the rear room of the guard post, taking the precaution of turning out the external lights and locking the door.
She stood in the back room, and looking into his eyes undid the top 3 buttons on her dress and pulled it over her head. She wore a white lace half cup bra which exposed the top of her nipples and showed off her pretty breasts. Her panties were matching white lace, and the dark patch of her pubes showed clearly through the front panel.
"Turn around and put your hands on the counter top please Mrs Smith." He instructed.
She did so without comment. He stood behind her and ran his fingers around her bra strap and clasp.
"Turn round please."
She turned, noticing his erection bulging in his combat trousers and her face flushed. "Hands behind your head please."
She lifted her hands and clasped her fingers behind her head, which lifted her small breasts. He slowly ran his fingers around the hem of the under wired bra and then around the edge of the lacy cup. Her nipples were hard and erect now.
"I'm sorry Mrs Smith, but I am not satisfied that you are not hiding something in your bra, please remove it so I can complete the search."
Without any exclamation she reached behind her and undid the bra and slid it off her arms, looking him in the eye throughout. He moved forward again and made a show of lifting her small breasts, despite the fact that it would be impossible to hide anything there. Then he moved his hands lower and felt the lace front panel of her panties, before putting his hand down the front and feeling in the dark patch of hair.
"Turn around and put your hands on the counter top again please." He requested.
She turned around, hanging her head as she leaned over. In shame? He thought - or desire. He moved behind her once more and ran his hands over her panty clad bum. Then he lifted the hem of the leg and pushed his hand inside, feeling her smooth buttock. "I am going to have to ask you top remove your panties Mrs Smith"
She stood and just nodded, without turning and slipped the small white pants down her legs and stepped out of them. Deftly he stepped forward, grasped her slim wrists and slipped the plasticuffs around her hands.
"Wait, what are you doing?" She exclaimed.
"Sorry, standard procedure before any sort of cavity search." He explained.
"What do you mean, cavity search?" She cried.
"I'm sorry Mrs Smith, but I must satisfy myself that you are not carrying any illicit items inside your body. She had turned now, defiant in her nakedness, but also turned on, very turned on.
"Just do it then you bastard!" she said.
He turned her around and bent her over the counter top.
"Legs apart!" he ordered, more insistently than before.
"I'm going to touch your vagina now." He said, placing his hands on her buttocks and spreading her open for his inspection.
He knelt down to get a b