I was called to the checkpoint when I was having my Lunch when my supervisor said there was a breach in security. I though that either brat popped ballon or there was a credible threat to the airport. But when I go to the secondary or what is sometimes called as the search rooms and detention I was to find a family eeriest beautiful and exotic girl. It was her.
"What one through your head Fatima what were you doing?" I asked out of concern for her. "You could have gone to jail or worse rendition."
" I just want to see you again," Fatima said.
"You know I have wand you," I told her.
The wand search turned into a caress and and an embrace. We made out. Who can I stay that angry to innocent but lost soul who had nothing but love in her heart for me.
"Do you mind a strip search," I winked as I slipped her cocktail dress off her shoulders exposing her sensual breasts and her wherein a tiny thong that did not live that much to an imagination. I slipped the panties off and she started to moon as wand and pat her nakedness. "I will just appear profession, as I pleasure you can kiss you. Ok!?"
Fatima agreed.
As I was kissing on her I told her that she can visit he didn't have to go through the checkpoint but she could visit me and I can easily take her where she was now and we could make love. As we where kissing on each other I spread her legs apart and messaged her womanhood with the wand, I kissed her neck and collarbone then made my way to her breasts and kissed this tenderly. I was afraid that I was going to bite her. All the while caressing and massaging her womanhood with the wand.
"You're not coming to call the police or anything.... no cuffs either!" Fatima asked.
"Why would I want to use cuffs on you, while you enjoy the wand!" I giggle. "If you insist sweetie then fine." I got out my cuffs and cuffed her to my wrist. I winked at her and we embraced. Under the posters about there different security level red bing the highest and the picture of those piercing evil eyes of the mugshots of the terrorists that were still at large.
As we embraced cuffed to each other, I felt tears stream down my face. I also saw tears in my sweethearts dark eyes. Pretty soon my delicate flower's tears and mine mixed on our cheeks. These newer the tears of joy not sorrow.
"As I said before I feel safe with you," she said. Trembling at my touch. I have romantic relations with my male co workers but this is the first time was ever with a woman, never mind having fallen straight in love for the first time.
"Can we take this to your hotel room, hmmmm?" Fatima said.
How's you stay at the hotel and we meet later tonight," I said. "I still have work and it your will my rose."
She got dressed and then before leaving she winked at me while blowing a kiss. I signalled I caught the kiss and blow one back to her.
"Will you bring the wand to love me with."
"Sure"
After that I forged the report saying she went into the wrong place and was a misunderstanding. But I did not this that she was going to come from me at my work to make sweet love to me.
For the rest of the day I was preoccupied and over whelmed with thoughts and emotion towards Fatima. Everyone I saw looked like her. One of my friends said that I should got back to my hotel..... me not knowing that I was still keeping fatimas passport. I looked at her picture and kissed it. And hid it in my bra next to my heart as if it where something sacred. This frightened 27 year old woman.
How was I going to comfort her. Show her the world was not a bad place. I too been in that situation emotionally where I was desperate and suicidal because of my cptsd complex post traumatic stress disorder.
I took the wand and smuggled it to my hotel room and was going to help her my story.
When I got to the room middle eastern music was blaring but not too loud, she has her Spotify and was content.
The music set the mood, I kissed her tenderly. Still withholding her passport.
"Fatima sweetie I have to tell you my story," I said. Looking at me with trust that not every person sees in me she says go ahead.
"I was born in a war zone at the time Romania it was the Chechnya of its time. My biological parents could keep me so the left me for dead. For the first two years of my life I was tortured by the jihadists who are still fycking with my head.
"Then I was adopted and a happy kid until one Tuesday morning when the towers were hit things stream back to me memories that I had hidden away
"Since 9/11 like many people I was damaged, more so then the dead, for I had the unfortunate experience of living to tell about it. I have been in your suicidal situation in my early twenties. I just want you to know your not alone." That was what I told her.
Fatima said that she wasn't only tortured by al-Qaeda but also molested and raped by them until she was adopted at age six. When she told her heart breaking story she was trembling with emotion while thought those bitched and bastards have no moral let a lot draughty to allah their "god".
I held her head close to mind and kiss kissed it. When she noticed the gentle kisses on her head, she faced me and kissed me. We kissed deeply and heavily. I run my fingers through her silky dark hair that seemed endless.
She tackled me and striped; her self and i.
she learned in and asked if I brought the security wand. I told her to open her lovely legs and she felt the wand. She went and made love to the security wand as she kissed me.
As this was happening she moaned. She loved being made love to or making love to the wand.
At one point she looked like she wanted to be penetrated by it. To lose whatever innocence she had left physically.