Losing Peter in the Airport
She needs her Prescription!
I’ve never even been remotely close to my current level of frustration! It is getting worse by the second! I’m breathing erratically and starting to shake! I am craving everything and nothing at the same time. Down on all fours, I’m doing everything possible to not throw up or pass out!
If it weren’t for the little curly headed booger picker, my hiding spot behind the bench seats and luggage would have been completely fine! But no! With Security heading in my direction, he’s spitting on my back from his crappy attempt at jet engine noises!
The little F is making propeller noises for the stupid toy jet he’s been landing for fifteen minutes now! Driving the cockpit of his jet directly into my thin panty covered cockpit! It’s bad enough he’s run the tip into me five times so far, but now he keeps backing it up and banging it even harder!
That’s fucking it! “Give me that you little shit!” Standing up as I rip it out of his hands, “It’s a jet! It doesn’t have propellers! Oh! And here’s how it lands!” Throwing it against the wall as hard as possible, it shatters into pieces, along with his happiness!
Between my screaming, the jet shattering, and his crying, Security is moving quicker in our direction! In nothing but my bra and panties, I make a mad dash toward Peter and our meeting place! Suitcase carousel number three.
He had to be there by now! He can fix all of this! Sprinting as fast as I could, my long red hair flailing behind me! Running past two moms with their kids, the one says, “That’s brave.”
The other very snotty like, corrects her with, “The movie was titled Brave, her name is Merida. A Scottish princess from the kingdom of DunBroch.”
Replying noticeably pissed off, “Stop being such a cunt Janet.”
I was still too far away from my goal, but started screaming, “PETER!” anyway! If I didn’t have enough attention already, this is sure to help.
Three quick turns and I come upon the massively packed up and down escalators! My only option is to slide down the middle strip. Lucky for me my panties, ass and upper thighs are wet with sexual frustration — aka, my pussy juices!
My pussy was drooling worse than Pavlov’s Dog would when visiting Notre Dame Cathedral at Noon! Point of all my pussy juice comparisons is, I slid like I was competing in the luge!
That is if competing in the luge included getting airborne at the end and completely taking out a magazine stand! Once again, luck helped me out, by having the whole back half of the stand being covered in neck pillows — otherwise I would have broken mine!
With every inch of my body in pain, and barely able to breathe, I decided to give up. That was until the red light above carousel number one egged me on. The sign above the escalators said: [Even carousels to the Right — Odd carousels to the Left]. That meant number three was the next one over!
Between that and the noise of the guards working their way down the crowded escalators, I had the motivation to continue. Climbing out of the wreckage, “I’m really sorry about that. I’ll be back to pay for the damage.”
The magazine guy just stood there dumbfounded. He acted like he’s never seen a fair skinned underwear cladded redhead fly through the air and into his stand. I took two steps and my pussy screamed for attention! NOW!
My hands fumbled around on my crotch just like they do after a system upgrade on my Android. I knew what needed to be done, but just didn’t know how to do it! I needed to cum now, but couldn’t make it happen! I needed Peter! He’s the only one who can help me!
A new crowd of fans gathered around just in time to watch me scream at my own pussy, “You are just going to have to wait!” My pussy tingles and tenses up! “Just fucking wait! God dammit!”
With my knees pressed together like I was about to piss myself, I move past carousel one and onto number three! The light above turns red, just in time! “Perfect!”
I just can’t believe I’m still overheating. I already took off as much as I could on the plane, which didn’t make Stewardess Karen too happy. Everyone else seemed perfectly fine with it. Hell, they were taking pictures.
Honestly, none of this ever would have happened had she not forced me to check my carry-on in the first place. My Doctor’s prescription was in the front pocket and I could have taken it at any time during the flight.
But noooo! It’s always the people who break the rules and bring too much crap on the plane, that stops rule respecting people like me from having room for their carry-on.
I’m looking in every direction for Peter and still don’t see him. I do see Security in the distance, being given directions to the underwear clad, barefooted-crazy redhead. Fuck!
I need to run and hide again, but my bag just hit the top of the conveyer belt! Pushing my way through a Family waiting for their bags, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Dad says, “Oh, no need to apologize. Did you need help with your bag Red?”
“Jeff!” {Smack!} “She’s almost naked! Put your tongue back in your mouth! Kids, close your eyes.”
Security is like fifty feet away as I grab my face down bag, to find out the front pocket is torn open and empty. I can’t even breathe. I’m in complete shock.
The only thing that stops my knees from hitting the hard floor is Security who just grabbed onto both of my biceps. I guess they’re cuffing me, but I can’t even feel it.
As they drag me off, I’m calling out to Peter, who is still nowhere to be found.
More frustrated than ever, I’m squirming and grinding my pussy into the seat of the chair, but it’s not enough. When I was rubbing it against the corner of Security Guard Stanly’s desk, he was forced to belt me into the chair.
Licking my lips I say, “Tighter Stan — tighter.”
“You need to control yourself. I’m a married man.”
“She can join us, is she here? Does she like redheads? Do you like redheads? I like your uniform.”
“Stop it! The only reason you’re not on your way to jail right now is because your Doctor verified your story.”
“My Security Team is out searching for Peter right now. If you can calm down for just a few minutes, I need to update my paperwork.”
“Do you have an electric toothbrush handy? How strong is the vibration on your phone. You could slide it under my pussy and have someone call you.”
I stop breathing again. My head goes light. I’m dizzy and everything goes blurry, then dark.
I’m wake back up on a cot. I can hear Stanly talking on the phone.
“She has extremely sensitive skin. Allergic to latex, silicone and most plastics. That’s why it had to be custom made and shipped from overseas. Even has it’s own unique charging cord and vibration patterns.”
“Believe it or not, she has an actual Doctor’s prescription to use it every two hours to prevent the extreme adverse reactions she’s currently having.”
“Between the unexpected layover and lost luggage, she’s going on five hours now.”
“No, nothing else works. The Doctor explained there’s a second one on order, so for now, its this one or nothing.”
The door swings open, “We found Peter!”
Unable to speak, I reach out towards Peter, offering up only a weak grunt. I couldn’t be happier that they finally found him!
The second Peter is in my hand, in one smooth motion, I flip him on as I slide him inside my hungry wet pussy . . . and the battery is dead!
Security adds, “We still haven’t had any luck locating the charging cord.”
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