Sarah stepped through the doorway into Dave's apartment. Dave is Sarah's boyfriend; they're just getting home from a hot date. It is winter time outside (well, everywhere, really) so Sarah is bundled up in her fur coat and warm leggings. The dark colored outfit is cute on her, and compliments her figure well. She's a bit on the short side, about five foot three. A petite little blonde woman.
Her hair came down to her shoulders, but she often had it in cute little pigtails, and with her big glasses it gave her a sexy schoolgirl look.
Her breasts weren't much bigger than average, just C cups, but she wasn't too worried as her ass made up for it. She had a big ass for a woman her size, and she worked hard at the gym to maintain her big butt and otherwise slim figure.
Dave stepped inside the apartment after her, closing the door behind him and locking up. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Short brown hair, about six feet tall, strong masculine facial features and a strong, toned body from all the working out he did.
Sarah was a lucky girl. Dave was a lucky guy too. They had had some wine at the restaurant, and were both eager to get inside to the warmth of the apartment, not to mention the activities they had in mind.
Dave and Sarah liked to do a bit of roleplay now and then. They never took it very seriously, just give them an excuse to be mushy or silly or tease each other sexually.
They didn't always like to be super direct about sex. Sometimes it could be great fun to tease each other or be coy. Tonight, Dave felt like having a bit of imaginative fun.
"Right this way through the security checkpoint ma'am. I'll take your purse for you." He said to her, coming up from behind and putting his hands on her hips. She caught on pretty quickly.
"Oh, certainly, officer..."
"Officer Jordan."
"Oh, thank you Officer Jordan. You can call me miss Gwinn." She said back.
"You'll need to take your coat off ma'am, let me help you." He said, turning her around and moving in very close, slowly pulling her fur coat off of her.
This revealed the shirt she was wearing underneath, a plain black shirt cut pretty low to show off her relatively small cleavage. Dave put her coat away in the closet and then pretended to receive a radio transmission.
"Uh huh... yes... right away, sir. Ma'am, you've been randomly selected for a private screening. Please follow me." He told her and took her by the hand.
"Is everything alright, Officer?" she asked with her bright blue bedroom eyes.
"Yes ma'am, just standard procedure." He said and led her by the hand to his bedroom. He dimmed the lights a bit and stood her in the middle of the room.
"We're just going to perform a brief frisking and possible search of your person." He told her as he pulled her close to him. They looked deep into each other's eyes and shared a few kisses.
"Mmm, sounds fine to me Officer." She said to him. She kicked her shoes off in the corner.
He lifted her arms straight out to her sides and began by running his strong hands up and down each one, feeling them through her long sleeved shirt and gently massaging the muscles underneath. They smiled at each other as he hummed his satisfaction - she seemed to be clean so far.
After he finished touching her arms he ran his hands up and down the sides of her torso, changing course occasionally to run his fingers and palms over her breasts or up and down her smooth back muscles. She started to bite her lip as he pressed a bit stronger into her body and spent a little more time examine her breasts and lower back.
"You're good so far, ma'am." He told her with a smile.
"Mmm, you are too, Officer. You're not done yet, are you?" She asked him coyly. He responded by kneeling down and starting the frisk of her legs. They were toned but had enough give to feel good when he squeezed and touched them.
First her calves then up the outside of her thighs until he reached around to her ample ass and grabbed with both hands, squeezing hard. She quivered in shock and grabbed his shoulders to keep her balance.
"You boys are serious, aren't you?" She asked him with a grin on her face.
"Of course, ma'am. That's what TSA is all about: touching sexy asses." She rolled her eyes hard at this stupid pun, but she didn't ask him to stop. Not that either of them wanted to.
She started running her hands through his hair and massaging his scalp as his hands rubbed all over her behind, spreading her cheeks and probing just outside her warm privates.
