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First Class - Part 2

Date: 11/7/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

the front row of First Class seats was right there. As Bob sat down, Vicky stepped slightly in front of him and reached up to open the overhead locker, where she stowed Bob’s shirt. She felt a little tingle of excitement when she heard Bob whisper “Oh my goodness” as he spied her freshly shaved pussy peeking out from beneath the mini-dress. Hurriedly she pulled down the hem, blushing as she realised that Spike could see her bare bottom from behind. Spike stepped forward, smiling and clearly ready for the same treatment that Bob had received. “Welcome aboard, Sir,” Celeste said primly. “Are you carrying any metallic items, knives, batteries, explosives, or weapons of any kind?” “No ma’am,” said Spike. He smiled even wider realising the script had changed for him. “Hold up your arms, please Sir,” Celeste said; she wasn’t smiling any more. Spike did as he was told and Celeste stepped closer, close enough to kiss him if she wanted, and began to slowly frisk his upper body. She moulded her palms around his powerful pectoral muscles, slid them up and over his sloping trapezoids, over his biceps and then underneath his arms, testing his latissimus dorsi with her fingertips and finding them bulging from constant use paddling through the surf. Finally she moved half a step closer so that her full breasts touched his chest as she reached around to feel his back. Stepping back, she said, “Sir, please remove your shirt.” Spike was still smiling. “Do you always profile skegs as potential ... terrorists?” “Skegs?” Celeste smiled. “Yeah, you know: surfers,” he said. “We’re really not that dangerous.” “Your shirt, Sir,” she said sternly. “Please don’t make me ask a third time.” Vicky sat in Bob’s lap, curled on her side with her head on his shoulder while they both watched Celeste with amusement. Spike unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, allowing it to fall to the floor. He held his hands out to sides as if to say ‘ What next?’ “Stand with your legs apart and your arms out, please Sir.” As Spike did so, Celeste took her phone and began to pass it over is arms and chest, pretending it was a scanner of some kind. She knelt down and repeated the process up and down his legs, touching the standby button as she passed over his groin, making the phone light up and buzz with a small audible vibration. “Are you carrying any keys or change in your pants, Sir?” “No, ma’am,” Spike replied, trying to keep a straight face. “Remove your pants please, Sir.” Spike slipped off his shoes and pants, and then resumed his spreadeagled position wearing only his boxers. Celeste passed the phone over his groin and pressed standby again to light it up. “Sir, are you carrying a weapon in there?” “Yes ma’am. I am,” smiled Spike. “As an Air Marshall I am licensed to do so.” “Really?” Celeste trilled, clearly amused, her smile showing through momentarily as she tried to resume her part. “An Air Marshall?” “That’s right ma’am. However I left my license in my other pants.” “Well is your weapon ...