A Pair of Panties and a Skirt    by Aspire copyright 2004   Paul could see lights below him from the window.  In the early dawn light the plane descended into Heathrow airport.  Six hours of back numbing flying had given him cause to wonder at the sanity of a long distance relationship.  At home, it was still the middle of the night.  Here in London, he knew everyone would be bright eyed, bouncing with the advent of a new day. He was quickly through the passport check and picked up his only bag off the carousel.  He moved on to the security check.   Paul knew this line always took so much longer, as they often opened bags, rifling through the contents.  He supposed it made life safer for everyone, but he could do without a hold-up this morning.  He tried to look nonchalant as he waited. The line moved forward while his thoughts turned to his lover.  He hoped she’d be waiting for him.  He’d emailed her the arrival time.  He just wanted to get out of this sea of humanity, get his head down for a couple of hours.  Of course getting his head down with his favorite woman, would be even better.  He hoped she didn’t have to work any shifts for a few days. She’d hinted at taking some time off. “I.D. sir.” Thank god it was his turn. He handed over his passport. “Did you pack this bag yourself, sir?” “Yes.” “Did you leave your bag unattended at any time, sir?” “No” “Do you have anything you wish to declare?” “No.” “Right. Now sir, would you open your bag for me please?” Paul set the bag down flat, pulling the zipper back.  He flipped the top open, waiting.  Gloved hands rifled through the contents, paused, pulling an object out from the bag. “Is this garment yours, sir?” Her badge read Karen.  She was holding up his red tartan skirt. “Yes, it is.  Not illegal to have a skirt in your luggage, is it?” Paul smiled. Karen didn‘t return the smile. “We take these things seriously, sir.  Are you sure this is yours and not a gift which should be declared?  Do you have any other items you wish to tell us about?” “No.” The smile faded on Paul’s face. Karen continued her exploration of his bag.  Once again the gloved hands paused, emerging with a pair of lady’s panties. “Is this garment yours, sir?” Paul glanced around.  He saw a couple of grins appear on faces behind him in the line.  He wished she wouldn’t hold the panties quite so high in the air. “Sir?” “Ahem…yes they’re mine.” “Sir, could you step this way please?  I think we need more proof.” Gloved hands closed his bag, lifting it off the table. Paul followed Karen into a side room.   There, they were joined by a woman with a nametag that read Rachael, Security Supervisor. “What seems to be the problem here?” asked Rachael. “Ma’am, this man has a lady’s skirt and panties in his bag.  He claims to have packed the bag himself and that these items belong to him.  I thought it suspicious, Ma’am.  I gave him every opportunity to declare them as gifts.  He refused to so.  I thought I should have a closer look at the rest of the contents of his bag. “Very good Karen.  I’ll take things from here.  I think you’re needed back out there. The line up is getting longer,” said Rachael. She looked at Paul for the first time. “I think the easiest way to solve this problem is for you put on these two items.  If they fit, then we’ll have to assume they belong to you. You do realize that this is most unusual, sir.” “Right. Where do I change then?” “Right here will do.  I’ll leave the room, locking it, so you have privacy.  I’ll be right outside.   When you’re ready, knock on the door.” Rachael left the room.  Paul heard the click of the lock.  He opened his bag, pulling out the skirt and panties.  Taking off his shoes, socks and jeans, he stepped into the legs of the white silk panties. Pulling them up, he reached under the elastic to adjust his cock and balls.  His hand caressed the silk for a moment.  Feeling himself respond, he quickly dropped his hands, picked up the skirt, pulling it on.  He buttoned the side, smoothing down the pleats. Taking a deep breath, he went over and knocked on the door. Rachael must have been standing right outside. The door was unlocked  as she entered immediately.  He noticed she turned the key in the lock behind her, before she walked over to him. Paul stood in the middle of the room, watching her as she circled around him. “I think I can safely say this skirt belongs to you.  I love the way it drapes over your ass in the back.” “Am I free to go?” asked Paul. “Oh, not yet.  I still have to see those panties.” Rachael stopped in front of him, reaching her hand under the skirt.  Her fingers traced the outline of his silk covered package.  Paul drew in his breath, as her hand moved between his legs.  He knew he couldn’t control his cock’s reaction to her touch.  He didn’t want to try. “Now I know why you wear them. This feels really sexy.”  Rachael’s fingers continued to feel, exploring the silken fabric. Paul stood very still, biting his lip to keep from groaning out loud.  His swollen cock was pressing against the front of the panties.  He hoped she would never take her hand away.   “Poor thing.  I think things are getting a bit tight in there.  How about I set him free for you?” Paul nodded, but kept silent.  Rachael pulled the panties down his legs.  He quickly stepped out of them.  She tucked the front hem of the skirt up into the waistband.  Paul could feel cool air on his penis, already wet from drops of precum.  Rachael knelt on the floor in front of him. With one, latex gloved hand, she guided his cock into her mouth.  The other hand caressed his balls. Her mouth felt so hot after the cool air in the room. He grabbed her head, holding it still, while her mouth gripped him like a tight pussy.  He knew if he let her mouth pump his cock, he would come in just a few moments.  It had been months since anything or anyone but his own hand had touched it.  His self-control was at a minimum. Rachael sensed his need.  Slowly she pulled away, until his cock was once again feeling the cool room air.  She kissed it lightly and stood up.  Her fingers fumbled for a moment with the zipper on her skirt.  It dropped to her feet.  She kicked it to one side, standing in front of him, in a pair of black, crotch-less pantyhose. Her pubic hair was dark against her white skin.  She reached down, rubbed her pussy, then passed her fingers under his nose.  Slowly, she unbuttoned her uniform blouse, pausing after each button to lock eyes with him.  The blouse joined the skirt on the floor.  Rachael reached around, unsnapping her white lace bra. As the bra fell, his gaze fastened on her breasts. Her nipples were large, erect, coral colored.  It had been awhile since Paul had been in the presence of bare breasts and a bare pussy.  He and his cock loved the show.  Both wanted the same thing, both waited for a sign from Rachael they could have it. She walked over to the table, lifting her ass onto it. She sat there, leaning back on her elbows with her legs open, looking at him.  Paul could see her pussy lips inviting him in.  He could see her pink, wet slit, waiting for a cock.   “Are you ready to fuck me, Paul?” Paul crossed the room, standing between her legs.  She reached down with one hand rubbing his cock on her clit.  After a moment, she pushed the head into her slit, leaning back again.  Paul thrust forward, buried in her hot cave. Rachael moaned.  “Welcome to the U.K.” Paul grinned as he pulled back, thrusting thrust again:  “I thought you had a few days off.” “I do.  I set this up with Karen as a surprise.  Now shut up and fuck me!” Copyright Aspire 2004