As the bath ran, I eased myself into the hot water, unfolding and relaxing until
the soft, scented water rose above my breasts and up to my chin. Languorously I
turned the faucets off with my toes, and let my head fall to rest against the
warm tile.  "Well," I sighed, "If I keep this up I'm going to fall asleep and
drown." Rising up reluctantly, I reached for a washcloth. The touch of the heavy,
wet cloth against my thighs, caressing across my breasts and neck was like a
little bit of Valhalla after the day I'd had. I draped the hot cloth behind my
neck to ease the tight muscles there, letting the water drizzle down between my
breasts as I reached for my imported apricot soap. I turned the bar of soap over
and over in my hands, watching the lather foam stark white against the slightly
blue color of the water and tile, creaming through my fingers and over my wrists
and arms.  I ran the lather over myself, feeling the sensuous weight of each
breast heavy in my hands as I soaped each one in turn, feeling the nipples harden
suddenly as a stray draft of cool air found its way behind the shower curtain.
Unable to resist the temptation, I gently rolled each nipple between my soapy
fingertips, feeling an answering sensation from the place where my legs met.

However, when I tried to go back to my bathing, my mind continued to turn to your
always-eager cock, and my hand, seemingly of its own accord, made its way to the
warm, soft folds between my thighs, to seek the source of my pleasure. The warmth
of the bath, the scented water, the exquisite sensation of soapy, frictionless
caresses, all these seemed to have an irresistible momentum that could not be
denied. My head was thrown back, my back arched, and my breasts heaving with each
gasp of air as my fingers continued tracing their slow circles, building towards
an almost agonizing ecstasy, rising ever nearer to a peak that I was not going to
reach without my lover's hands and lips helping to bring me to orgasm. Even
though I knew I would not find release, my lust would not allow me to stop.

Almost by instinct, my hand reached out to seize the long shaft of the
pink-handled back brush. My fist closed over its firmness, the soap causing my
hand to slide down its length, the handle jutting up out of the water like the
cock of some sea god hidden beneath the surface. The next instant, I had the
shaft between my legs, stroking all along my labia, its unyielding hardness
teasing the pouting lips, yet never quite entering the wet, pulsing depths of my
womanhood. I'd had enough of this maddening playing about, and so I rose up out
of the water, and placing the head of the brush against the bottom of the tub, I
straddled it like the handle of an ancient witch's broom. In the same motion, I
began to writhe my hips along the length of the handle, riding up and down along
its hardness, the movements becoming more and more frenzied with each fevered
stroke. In my mind, it was your hips, bucking against my own, your hands
clutching my tits, hard muscles rippling along his thighs beneath me. My head was
back, my eyes closed, and I was gasping and crying out in the tumult of my
passion, when suddenly I heard a loud masculine voice shouting, "Hey! What the
hell are you doing?! You're getting the carpet out here soaked! Have you lost you
lost your mind?!" Like a shock of cold water, my room- mate's voice jarred me
back into reality again, and I could see that my frantic thrashing in the tub had
sloshed at least a gallon of water out onto the floor, where it was running under
the door and onto the carpet. After making hasty and quite embarrassed apologies
to my housemates, and promising at least fifteen times to fix the mess, I
retreated into my room. My face was still burning, as their smart-ass comments
left no doubt in my mind that they had no doubt in their minds just what it was
that I had been doing in the bathroom. After making repairs, I dragged my
suitcases out of the closet, and began to throw my belongings into them, feeling
that the best thing at this point was speedy flight away from the wisecracks.

I packed clothes, shoes, and other essentials, then stopped to consider what I
would need in the way of recreational toys. Well, the first things into the bag
were slick stuff and condoms. This was followed by my collection of latex
novelties, ranging from small vibrators to one really huge dildo whose head was
almost the size of a fist. Into my suitcase also went some items that were even
kinkier, and which would cause considerable comment from some of my friends if
they knew of my rather exotic tastes: these included a paddle, a whip, leather
wrist and ankle restraints, a gag, and some rope. In addition, I had some new
toys... I handled each one thoughtfully as I packed them away. First was a
butterfly vibrator. Next came a small, narrow vibrator shaped like a "T", meant
to be used for anal stimulation. I thought that the best part of the new
purchases was a set consisting of a pair of six-inch vibrators, two small,
odd-shaped pieces of black leather and an arrangement of leather belts. This was
an "unchastity belt," which when assembled held the two vibrators firmly fore and
aft within the wearer. The vibrators were so quiet that when they were inside and
running they were undetectable, even in a quiet room: I knew that last for
certain, as I'd tested it by wearing the belt to the local library. After a few
moments' consideration, I decided that you would be most appreciative if I had it
on when you came to get me at the airport: a quiet word into your ear would start
you speculating and end with him being as hot and bothered as I was now. I
unbelted my bathrobe, and with the unchastity belt in hand, lay naked on my bed.
I was still quite wet from my escapades in the bathtub, so the hard plastic
phalluses slid easily home, and I moaned as they disappeared within me. I wanted
to ride the hard lengths of the vibrators, but the game from this point on
required that I not be able to either touch my clit nor get to the point of
arousal that would bring me all the way to orgasm, so I sat up, buckled the belt
around my waist, and finished getting dressed: it might be a while before I found
the culmination of the explosion that I was building, but it was certain to be a
fireworks display that would be memorable. The last thing to do before I left the
house was to place the control for the vibrators in the cleft of my breasts
inside my bra, and to adjust the speed to a tantalizing tingle that would keep my
pussy wet and waiting but never tip me over the edge of self control. When I got
to my destination, I'd hand the controller to you: these were the high-tech
remote controlled vibrators, and with the control in your pocket, you would be
able to tease me even across a large room, with no one else the wiser. I managed
to get my bags out of the apartment and into the car without having to listen to
too many more obnoxious comments about the bathtub, and started toward the
airport.

Once at the airport, I parked, checked my suitcase, and headed towards the gate
with my carry-on bag full of sex toys to wait for my flight. It wasn't until I
was actually in line for the metal detector, under the suspicious gaze of the
airport security people, that I realized that the hardware strapped between my
legs might set the machine off. There was simply no way that emptying my pockets
would get me through there if the detector went off, and what was I going to do,
explain to the security guards that I was wearing a rig that more than violated
Texas's archaic sex laws, and was carrying enough other latex novelties that I
could start my own sex shop? The throbbing of the vibrators didn't help to
clarify my thinking any at all, and even my anxiety couldn't wilt the hard tight
peaks of my nipples, straining against the fabric of my bra. Suddenly it was my
turn to go through. I placed my carry-on bag on the conveyor belt, and stepped
into the archway. Sure enough, the alarm went off. "Step back behind the line and
remove all metal from your person," droned the guard at the gate in a bored tone
of voice. The woman at the conveyor belt, meanwhile, had stopped its drive and
was peering intently at the contents of my bag in the X- ray image. One look at
the female guard and a part of my mind had already labelled her as gay, and more
than a little butch. She looked up from her inspection of my bag and met my eyes
for a moment before snapping at the male guard, "Call Rogers up here. I'm going
to have to take this lady to the office."  People were craning their heads around
to look at me, no doubt wondering if I were some kind of mad Moslem terrorist
concealing a bomb in my luggage. "What am I going to say?" I wondered, my face
flaming again for the second time today as the guard led me back to an office
just around the corner, my bag clutched tightly in one hand with the other firmly
holding my arm just above the elbow. All I could think of was the fact that the S
& M stuff was in my luggage, and what if they pulled my bags off the plane and
checked them, too?

When we entered the office, the guard shut the door behind us and locked it.
Before she could say anything, I was already trying to stammer out an
explanation. She looked at me coolly, an amused smile playing on her lips as I
tried to make some intelligent excuse. Finally she held up her hand to stop me,
and said, "Alright, alright. That's enough!" Once I had shut up, she continued,
"This is a pretty big collection of some very illegal items you have here,"
indicating the carry-on bag. She gave me another appraising look before slipping
a wand-like electronic device out of a holster by her hip. Never letting her eyes
leave mine, she knelt briefly, and ran the wand over the length of my body, from
toe to head, eliciting a beeping alarm when she passed my crotch. "And what's
this?" she said, pointing with the wand. "Could be that I'll have to search you
to make sure that there's no explosives hidden there," she said. The tone of her
voice and the sardonic look on her face told me that the search she intended
would never make it into police procedural manuals. "Or maybe you'd rather I
called the city cops instead," she continued when I tried to protest.

"If you'll let me go, and let me keep my stuff, I'll do whatever you want," I
told her, pretty sure that I had pegged this thirtyish, handsomely blonde woman
exactly. "Now I think we understand one another," she answered. She came closer
and in an almost casual manner placed her hand against my cunt. From the amused
smile on her face, it was obvious that she could feel the vibration. "Where's the
control for that thing?" she demanded. I reached up under my shirt and removed it
wordlessly. She took it and began toying with it, and was quickly able to see
from my reaction that it worked, for the increased speed of the humming vibrators
within me caused me to gasp and my eyes to become heavy- lidded. Her voice
startled my eyes back open. "Now strip... all the way!" I was embarrassed again,
but she refused to turn her back or spare me my blushes. "No, I want to see what
you've got there, little girl. Get on with it! Get those clothes off, now!" I had
no choice but to comply. I felt all of sixteen once I stood there naked under her
unwavering gaze, the black leather of the unchastity belt riding low on my hips
with its strap plunging between my damp thighs, leaving me feeling very, very
exposed. "Stand here," the guard said, indicating a spot in the middle of the
room. "Head up, I want to see your face, too," she said. While I stood there on
display, she walked around me, eyes roving up and down my body. With the wand,
she indicated that I was to spread my legs, tapping them again after I had moved
to obey, forcing me to stand with them very wide. Though I did as she demanded, I
wondered how much more embarrassed I would have to be before I died of it. She
walked around behind me, her hand running down between my legs from that vantage
to find the second vibrator. Suddenly her arms were around me, pinching my
nipples gently, causing me to gasp. "So," she said in a conversational tone while
her hands continued to do maddening things to my nipples, "you like taking it up
the ass." When I made no reply, her tone became a bit angry, "Answer me, girl!" I
hung my head and whispered, "Yes." She tweaked my nipples, hard enough to hurt.
"What was that you said?" I repeated my answer more loudly. "Yes, what?" she
continued, her voice lower this time. "Yes, I like it up the ass," I told her, my
voice shaking a little. "Tsk, tsk, what a naughty girl," she chided, then she
said, "I want you to lace your fingers and put them behind your head, and I don't
want to see you move a bit until I tell you you can."

Silently I did as she asked. She walked away from me, and I heard the zipper
being opened on my carry-on. Although I didn't dare to look around, I could tell
that she was extracting each dildo and vibrator from the bag, examining it, and
laying it on the table. Suddenly I heard a speculative-sounding, "Hmmmmm". "And
what do you use this for?" she asked, walking back around into my field of
vision, carrying a double-ended dildo. It occurred to me that this was my chance
to get out of this situation. "My girlfriend uses it to make love to me with," I
answered, putting some simulated chin- quivering into my reply. "And do you know
how to use it too?" she asked. "No, ma'am," I answered, "I've always gone down on
her instead." A gleam came into her eyes then, and her smile grew even more
wicked. "Excellent! Then that's what you're going to do for me." Inwardly I
sighed. I'd hoped that if she thought that I was also a lesbian, she'd let me go
without this, but if she was going to insist, all I could do was to give the best
head I knew how to and hope we got this over with in time for me to make the
first flight after the one I'd already missed.

The guard started to take her own clothes off. I had to stifle any appreciative
comments that I might have made in other circumstances, for this lady had a truly
outstanding body. She was taller than I was, about 5'10" or 5'11", lightly
tanned, well- muscled but not looking like a weight-lifter, and a true blonde.
Once she was naked, she stood for a moment with her hands on her hips, letting me
enjoy looking at her. "Come here now," she said, and gestured me nearer. As I
came close, I could feel the heat between our bodies, radiating from skin to
skin. Her nipples hardened against my breasts as she pulled me close and kissed
me with the incredibly sensuous, open-mouthed kiss that only women can share.
"Alright, butch," I thought, "Let's see how much of this you'll take." I took the
initiative, shifting from the deep kissing to placing little nibbling kisses
along her jawline and down her neck. As I neared her earlobes, I heard her gasp,
so I suckled gently on the lobe a moment before tonguing her ear. That made her
seem to melt against me. I continued kissing, sometimes nibbling and sometimes
flicking the tip of my tongue over her skin as I kissed, working my way down the
arch of her throat, into the hollow between her collarbones, over the swell of
her breasts until finally I reached her nipples. One I sucked gently, circling
its hard peak with my tongue, while the other I fondled, rolling it between my
fingers as I had my own nipples earlier that day, eliciting a moan from deep
within her. I soon switched my lips to the other nipple, and then let my hands
wander over her sides, down her flanks and over her legs. My fingertips traced a
path to her knees, then back along the inside surface of her thighs to just miss
touching her clitoris, sweeping gently through her golden hair above instead. As
I repeated this pattern, varying the path of my fingertips so that every few
times my fingers stroked her labia as if by accident on the return up her body, I
could feel her hips start to move toward my hands, pressing her mound against my
searching fingers ever harder as her arousal deepened.

I wordlessly encouraged her to lay back on top of one of the desks in the room.
Once she was comfortable, I resumed my teasing as before. Soon she had her legs
spread wide, and was arching her back to meet my hand as I lightly teased her
lips, feeling warm dampness there as my fingers wandered by. On the next pass, I
let two fingers slip inside her hungry, open pussy. Now she was moaning, and
raising her hips off the table to meet hand. I let my lips leave her nipple and
began kissing my way down her belly and thighs while the fingers I had inside her
moist folds stroked her wetness. I knelt between her legs, and withdrew my
fingers from her cunt. When she opened her eyes, I met her gaze steadily,
deliberately licking her love juices from my fingers as she watched. Then I
gently parted her curls, and bent to fasten my lips upon her waiting clitoris.
She gasped with shock as my lips found the hard bud, twining her fingers tightly
in my hair. She might be going to open her legs to me, but she was not about to
give up all control over the situation - yet. My lips exposed the head of her
sensitive nodule to my tongue, which I began flickering over it lightly but very
rapidly. Immediately, her body began to quiver, and as I re- inserted first two
fingers, then three into her hot pussy, her back arched and I could feel the deep
shuddering that announces orgasm. Her body was as taut as a strung bow, and each
convulsion of her inner parts rocked her entire body. I held on, one hand wrapped
around a thigh, the other plunging hard and deep inside her as fast as I could
pump in and out. One after another, the orgasms rocketed through her body. My
tongue never paused in its flickering dance over her clit, and my fingers worked
her pussy to a froth until finally she was still, except for the heaving of her
breasts as she sought air. Her hands laced tightly in my hair relaxed, and she
sat up and pulled me against her for a moment so that I could feel her heart
pounding against my breasts.

Of course, going down on a woman is just about one of the most arousing things in
the world to me, so my heart was beating pretty hard too by this time, and the
vibrators attached to that belt never gave me a moment's rest. I was definitely
on the edge of a magnificent orgasm, and I was ready for her to put me over that
edge. Much to my surprise, she turned instead and started dressing. "Aren't you
going to return the favor?" I asked, a little anxiously. "Nope," she answered
with a grin. "Your lady's going to expect you to be all hot and ready when you
get to where you're going, and I'm not going to ruin her fun for her. But I sure
hope she deserves that tongue of yours... and if you ever decide she doesn't, you
come find me up here, I'm in charge of Airport Security." I groaned inwardly.
Maybe if I hadn't let her think I was a lesbian too, she'd have finished what
she'd started... although if she knew the truth about the stud I had waiting for
me, who could tell, she had seemed dangerous when she'd first seen the unusual
belt I was wearing.  All speculation aside, she refused any further conversation,
contenting herself with watching as I got back into my own clothes and repacked
my carry-on. Then she escorted me to my gate, just in time for the next flight.
She handed me the control to the vibrators, then turned and sauntered away. I had
enough time to duck into the ladies' room, replace the controller between my
breasts and to make sure I looked presentable. Soon I was on the plane and
waiting for takeoff. Thank the gods that you were waiting for me at the other end
of this flight, because as hot as I was by this time, only your unyielding cock
could fix what ailed me. No woman could do for me what a hard, hot, throbbing
cock could, and you would probably be more than just amused when I told you what
had just transpired. I licked my lips in anticipation, rather like a cat with
cream on its whiskers. Just wait until I got you alone!