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Leibesvisitation

Natalie was just starting her vacation. This was the first time she had

flown on an airplane since 9-11. She had seen all of the news reports regarding

security at the airports and had seen where they were using wands to check

passengers for metal objects and now had more sophisticated devices to detect

explosives. The United States were still just using wands, but other countries

have been trying the new and more sophisticated gear, mainly to make sure that

tourists would continue to come to their countries. Natalie did not worry about

the security, in fact, the searching had a tendency to excite her. She often

imagined that she was stopped and they forced her to undergo a search when she

was masturbating (which seemed to be too often since she broke up with her

boyfriend).

Natalie had chosen Cuba to visit for her vacation. The United States

had just begun to allow visitors and Natalie wanted to be one of the first. Her

first plane ride from Miami to Havana had been uneventful. She had passed

through normal security with no trouble and was not randomly selected to be

searched at the gate. She was now in Havana, ready to take a small plane ride

to Santiago.

Natalie disembarked her United flight and had to go to the older

terminal, used by the locals. This required going across the street from the

new, gleaming modern terminal to the old 50-year old building.

Natalie entered the terminal, a dismal, dirty building. ...

... She did not

hear anyone speaking English, only Spanish. She recognized the symbol for the

airline she was taking in the furthest corner of the building. She walked

across the open terminal, eyes watching her as she walked. There had not been

many Americans in Cuba, never a beautiful girl like Natalie. Natalie stood at a

little over five-foot-five, brown hair, shoulder length, slim waist, long legs

and gorgeous breasts. She was twenty-five years old. She had a very active sex

life, but since her breakup with her boyfriend, she did not seem to have the

interest or the good luck to find anyone that interested her. Masturbation and

fantasies seem to be her only sexual release, the humiliation of searches

becoming more prevalent in her fantasies.

She finally managed to make it across the terminal, almost all eyes

following her as she did. He went to the counter, a short, slightly balding

attendant standing behind it.

She took her passport and ticket and passed it over the counter. He

picked it up, leafed through the tickets and passport and checked a book in

front of him. He spoke a few words to her in Spanish, her puzzled look

conveying he lack of understanding of the Spanish language. He handed her

passport and ticket back to her, pointed to the corner of the terminal and held

up three fingers. Natalie assumed that he meant three hours, dreading the wait

in the dismal terminal.

Natalie looked to the corner where the ...