Behind my wife, she's just about to go through the body scanner and they call me over to go through the metal detector. I was already trying to calm my nerves as my wife thought it would be "fun" since we were very early to see TSA's reaction to me in a metal chastity device. I told her I'm sure they see it often enough... but it wasn't an argument I was going to win.
So as I'm setting the metal detector off I look over at my smirking wife when her entire upper body lights up on the body scanner. The guy asks her to step aside a moment as he noticed my crotch setting off the wand, and looked at me and said your with her? I said yes feeling my cheeks redding and he gave this knowing, almost animalistic look and said why don't you both come with me. He has us both take our bags and went over to a room aside of the gate area. He left the door open until he had turned in some recording devices, then informed my wife that it might be a wait for a woman to come inspect her, unless she wanted to waive her right to a female search and authorize him to do it... the way he was eyeing her up and down... and the now distinct bulge in his pants I was shocked when she agreed. He quickly closed the door and confirmed that I was in fact setting off the metal detectors with a he called it "an extremely small metal cage".
He then explained to my wife that the sparkly of her sparkly sweater is what most likely set off the scanner, the quickest method to proceed was for her to simply remove the sweater. My wife gave me a devilish look and said if you think that's best as she stepped right up close to him and raised her hands straight above her head. The TSA agent looked confused a moment until my wife said go ahead remove it.
I should probably point out my wife is 5'11, and was wearing 2 inch heels boots, the TSA agent was 5'6 at best.
He lifted the sweater up to her shoulders and paused staring almost straight at her breasts in a lacy semi bra which provided very little coverage. He licked his lip unconsciously as he lifted the sweater higher, stopping again when he was reaching as high as he could but not over the top of my wife's up stretched arms. She smiled and pulled her and down with her elbows in letting her finger tips caress down his side under his raised arms then, giving him the slightest tug toward herself as she reached his hips... he leaned forward almost off balance and planted his face in her breasts because of it. He suddenly turned red and embarrassed replacing his cocky attitude. He quickly turned away... the bulge in his pants even more evident. My wife said oops did I do that in false modesty as her excited nipples poked through her lacy bra. He examined her sweater and laid it on the table, taking a deep breath before turning back around calm and serious. He told my wife to turn around saying he needed to examine her, he'd use light pressure and the back of his hand... yada yada... if she felt uncomfortable...blah blah.
He ran the back of his hand across the back of her bra, then reached around and put his hand between her breasts... she grabbed his wrist and coyly said I think you already checked there with your nose... and she started to sway her hips, grinding back against his hard on. She said I think it's OK to use more pressure as she pressed his palm to her breast... expecting him to get embarrassed again. He looked at me and smiled, his other hand squeezing her other breast and suddenly pinching both her hard nipples. Her head snapped back and she moaned as she turned red he softly growled your a little tease aren't you? He tweaked her nipple with one hand the other skidding down her side... she moaned fucked yes as he moaned, her hand having slid behind her grabbing his crotch. His finger tips dipped inside her tight pants at her hip and pulled up hard on the string side of her panties, his other hand still working her stiff nipple. My wife looked angered that she had so quickly lost control of the situation... and had lost control of herself. He growled if I wasn't at work I'd bend you over that table and show your husband what a real man would do with you. My wife spun around and dropped to her knees and reached for his belt purring do it.... he jumped back and started to redding again... my wife regaining control... but knew not to push it further.
She raised her hands, still kneeling and asked if he'd help put her sweater on, he took the opportunity to take a last good long slow feel of her breasts and torso doing so before my wife getting his number for when we returned from our trip (we were heading home actually).
My wife had barely got to her feet when another agent stepped in commenting that he was not suppose to have detainees in there alone, he told him to buggah off he has turned on the recording equipment before closing the door and we didn't look like much trouble in a shiny sweater and cock cage.
