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She grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a room, her room. Then she quietly shut the door and we were alone.

She approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear.

"Just relax."

Without warning, she reached down and I felt her strong, soft hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. Her touch was so experienced, so sure.

When her hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt her knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as she cupped my firm, full breasts in her hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what she wanted, she brought her hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.

Although I knew nothing about this woman, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a woman, I thought. A woman used to taking charge. A woman not used to taking `no' for an answer. A woman who would tell me what she wanted. A woman who would look into my soul and say ...

"Okay, ma'am, all done."

My eyes snapped open and she was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse.




"You can board your flight now."