Chapter 2: Flying Sucks

The next day I mailed my RSVP and Steve called me a few days later. We arranged it so he would pick me up at O’Hare and take me to my grandmother’s to stay so I wouldn’t have to pay for a hotel room. It was only a couple weeks before the wedding so I didn’t have much time to look for a dress but by the fateful weekend I was ready with a hot dress and numerous masturbation sessions behind me as I dreamed of the times I had with Steve.

My mom drove me to the airport since my dad was working. She dropped me off at the departures area and since I had already checked in on-line I headed straight for the gate. When I got to the security area I was amazed at the hassle I had to go through. The last time I had flown was almost eight years ago when my parents and I went to Florida for a vacation. Things certainly are different now!

What really pissed me off though was the extra search they put me through after I went through the metal detector. Even though nothing went off some older woman in a uniform pulled me over and claimed I had been selected “randomly” for a more thorough search. I was wearing a pair of jeans that I had to lay on my bed and pull as hard as I can with both hands to get them on. They were so tight I couldn’t put anything in the pockets and with no panties you could see the outline of my ass perfectly and even my pussy lips if I spread my legs. On top I had on my favorite pink cami which was also skin tight and left no doubt as to the fact I wasn’t wearing a bra either. Where in the world was I going to hide anything in this outfit!