I didnt think I had any fantasies until recently, I am sure it must be The tales of Mr and Mrs X that have cranked my dirty brain in gear, what other reason can there be for a trip to Midnight Mass to turn into sacreligious thoughts of priests and altars?
My newest one is a frisking by a security guard in a store leading to him doing a frontal cavity search whilst checking I didnt have any goods stashed in my knickers. In my fantasy, it is Summer and I am dressed in a skirt and shirt with bare legs and heels. I am shopping and walking through the exit when the security gates detectors sound. A security guard approaches, tall and broad with a handsome face partly shadowed by his uniform cap. He asks me to follow him to a back room where he can check my purchases and receipt. When we get there he rummages around in my bags before telling me that its routine procedure to do a quick pat down of anyone who sounds the alarm. He asks me to turn around and hold my arms out to the side and starts to pat down my arms starting at my shoulders. He gradually slides his hands down my sides and feels under the wire of my bra taking his time, I can feel his breath on my neck and my heart starts to pound and I wonder if he can feel it as he virtually cups my breasts. He is still standing behind me, his hands on my ribs now, me, frozen to the spot pondering how ‘standard’ this procedure really is. I am left in no doubt as to his attentions when his hand moves south and he roughly grabs my crotch to check for any stolen goods presumably.
“Spread you legs for me Madam” he says monotonously switching back to professional mode and confusing me again as to whether he is just being thorough or….

He crouches now and starts with both hands around an ankle, his hands have gone from a patting motion to a more sliding one moving his strong, slightly rough hands up and over my taut calf until he reaches the hem of my skirt. His stroke has become firmer and I can feel his eyes on me but am too shy to return his stare because I know that he moves any further north he is likely to feel how wet he is making me. He stops and takes his hands to the other ankle and much to my dismay a moan escapes my lips due in part to the disappointment of him not reaching higher. I cursed myself in my head hoping he hadnt heard and feeling slightly stupid for ever thinking he was doing anything more than his job. His hands moved up my other leg slowly only this time he stood as he went which made the hem of my skirt rise. He was now right behind me again and I could feel his body heat as he moved his hand up and over my skirt brushing his thumb on the soaked gusset of my knickers and reaching around to the front again. He slid a hand into the waistband and moved in closer so I could feel his dick in the crack of my arse. Without saying a word he moved down into my knickers and started to circle my clit with his thumb causing me to visibly melt into his hand.
“Turn around” I heard him say as he spun me to face him his hands still between my legs.
His hand slid right down into my knickers and he pushed two fingers into my sopping wet snatch and his thumb still circled my clit. Frantic finger fucking ensued, his face now close to mine but still silent. I was close to cumming after less than a minute and he must have seen it in my face because his fingers moved faster and harder and he made a ‘ssshhh’ face staring hard at me, demanding that I stay quiet with his eyes. I came hard, trembling as he supported me with the hand that was almost inside me. Once I was capable of supporting myself he removed his hand from my knickers and with a glint in his eye he handed my my bags and said.
“That fine Madam, I am satisfied and you are free to leave. Sorry to have troubled you.”

I think a trip to the January Sales is in order…….