He held me strongly but gently just above my elbow and led me into a room, his room. The door was quietly shut and we were alone!

He approached me without making a sound from behind then spoke in a low but reassuring voice very near to my ear. "Just relax and be calm".

Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but 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 up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress 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, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.

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 Mam," said a voice, "All done."

My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse. "You can board your flight now."

Hi AltumAngel,

Beat you to it this time

Here is the latest from my joke site:

I was flying back to Australia from Franfurt Germany in 2004 and even after going through Security, we had a second scanner and pat down. The girls got patted down by an absolutely gorgeous blond woman in her late twenties. The men got patted down by Sgt Schultz from Hogans Heroes. I asked if I could join the line getting patted down by Brunhilde and was given a sharp, "Nein!". Then after he finished patting me down, he said, that "I too would like to get patted down by Brunhilde"