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Nothing to Declare

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Peter released the harness he had been wearing for the past half hour and stretched his long legs out in front of him. The flight had been relaxing, uneventful and, although he had enjoyed the business trip to New York immensely, he was glad to be home. He was, however, in no hurry to depart, letting most of those sitting behind him on the aircraft move past before venturing into the aisle and removing his hand luggage from the rack above his head.

International flights always relaxed him. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had been flying since he was a small boy and loved the sensation of being above everything and everyone. He had a feeling though it was the ritual he had allowed himself for any flight over an hour in length. Travelling alone he had discovered living one of his more deeply needed fantasies was a possibility. He could indulge and no one was any the wiser. Just the feelings, the sensations, the knowledge of what he was doing, could keep him hard for an entire journey and the release once he arrived home was always the best part of the whole trip.

The queue of passengers waiting to go through the ‘Nothing to Declare’ section of customs moved fairly quickly and he made his way towards the group of smartly uniformed men and women with a smile on his face.

“Would you just step over here, Sir, please?”

“What? I’m sorry, what did you say?”

The voice had startled him; there were still three people in front of him and he hadn’t thought it would be his turn for a few more minutes.

“I said, ‘would you just step over here, Sir, please’.” The voice belonged to a pleasant looking woman of about thirty to thirty-five. Her name badge said ‘T. Barker’ and, nodding his head, Peter moved towards her trying to ignore the fact that a sexy woman in, to him, an equally sexy uniform was speaking to him.

“Do you have anything to declare, Sir?”

“No, no, nothing.” Suddenly, he had no idea why, Peter could feel his heart pumping in his chest.

“Was your visit to the big apple for business or pleasure, Sir?”

“Oh, business, I travel there three or four times a year.”

“I see, and what type of business are you in, Sir?”

“Pharmaceuticals; I’m a medical rep, but I sell services rather than actual medication.”

“Ok. Would you please open your first suitcase, Sir?”

“I told you I have nothing to declare, Ms Barker. Nobody else is being stopped in this way.”

Peter realized instantly that appearing flustered or annoyed wasn’t a smart move. Ms Barker’s face clouded over and her tone changed from pleasantly authoritative to no nonsense.

“I realize that, Sir, but you have been, and my request is perfectly understandable in today’s climate.”

Nodding his head Peter began to search his pockets for the keys. Unable to find them immediately he laid his wallet and passport on the counter before pulling out two hankies, his car keys and cell phone.

“I can’t find the key for my luggage.” An embarrassed flush suffused his face and Peter felt himself begin to sweat.

“I see. In that case, Sir, I will have to ask you to follow me. We will find a suitable key or other implement to enable us to check your belongings.”

Nodding his head Peter moved his hand to pick up the various items from the counter.

“I’ll take care of them for you, Sir. Newspapers are provided for your convenience. I won’t be long.”

The small waiting room was both door and windowless. Peter could see the buzzing activity of the airport as he sat, confused and embarrassed and knew he was equally visible. The newspaper was the same one he had read on the plane and so he took a pen from his jacket pocket and began to work, once again, on the cryptic crossword. The answer to one clue which had eluded him, ‘Age old rituals or travel official’ suddenly became clear and he filled it in with a grimace. He had only completed half of the puzzle during the flight but by the time Ms Barker returned he had not only finished it but also worked through the Sudoku and ordinary puzzles too.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Sir, but your suitcases appear to be quite old. I’m afraid we had to break the locks.”

He said nothing, not sure what the legalities of the situation were. Instead he looked into the young woman’s deep brown eyes and waited for her to continue.

“I need you to come with me, Sir. There are some more formalities to complete before we can let you continue your journey.”

“Can … Can I at least call my office, let them know I’ll be late?”

“Not at the moment, Sir; maybe in a while.”

Ms Barker was walking towards the exit as she spoke. Waiting there and looking at him Peter realized he was expected to precede her.

“If you will turn right you will find a room with a bed and a chair. I wish you to enter, remove your shirt, trousers and underwear and then put on the robe. I will wait at the door, but I’m afraid privacy is out of the question.”

Peter thought his heart would stop. She wanted him to strip off? She would stand and watch? Good God, whatever was he to do now?

“I … I don’t understand. What is it I’m supposed to have done? If it involves paying a fine I’ll do that. Why … why do you want me to take my clothes off?”

The slight blush he had suffered earlier was nothing to how Peter felt now. Blood pounded in his ears and his palms were suddenly clammy. A secret he had kept for over ten years was about to be revealed in the most embarrassing of circumstances and he wasn’t at all certain he could go through with it.

“No, Sir, there is no fine, at least not yet. I just need you to comply with my instructions.”

The woman stood in the doorway and Peter nodded. He put his suit jacket over the back of the chair and then loosened his tie. Slipping it off he placed it on the seat and then began undoing his shirt. That too he put on the chair but then, unable to continue, he turned to his companion.

“Please, Miss, I … I can’t.”

“You have a problem, Mr Millar? I do have male colleagues who can come and take over if you would prefer.”

“No!” Realizing he had raised his voice Peter swallowed hard and then continued. “No, no, it’s just … I …”

He had no idea how to explain and sat heavily on the bed looking all the time at the customs official and hoping she would take pity on him.

Moving closer to him the younger woman smiled for a moment.

“Trust me, Sir; I have done this many times before. Nothing you have beneath your suit trousers will surprise me. I need to tell you, though, if I am in here more than five minutes with the door closed someone will come and join us and somehow I get the feeling privacy is a big thing with you.”

He nodded, unable to form words properly.

“O … Ok, I’ll do it, but please, don’t let anyone else in.”

For a moment Ms Barker seemed to disregard what he had said but then with a nod of her head she moved towards the door.

“I won’t be one minute.”

Peter sat where he was, unable to move a muscle, and waited. It seemed like forever that he was alone but then, suddenly she was back and, shutting the door first, moved towards him.

“Now, no one will come in; I have a panic alarm with me. I don’t think I’m going to need it, but you never know.” The small device was held in her hand and Peter, knowing how much noise the things made, hoped she wouldn’t decide to use it.

His trembling fingers went towards his belt and he began to undo it. His breathing was ragged and for a second he paused and closed his eyes.

“What is your first name, Mr. Millar?”

“P … Peter, why?”

“Well, Peter, like I said, nothing will surprise me, I’m not going to laugh, or even get any closer than I am now, not until you are naked at least.”

His fingers began to move again and slowly the belt and then the button and zip were undone. Getting to his feet Peter took one more deep breath and then let his trousers fall around his ankles.

“Oh, my.” The words were uttered softly and he looked at the woman standing before him.

“Now you know why I didn’t want to do what you told me.”

“But they look so good. Do … do you wear them always?”

“I beg your pardon?” He wasn’t sure he had heard her correctly. “What did you say?”

“I’m sorry, how unprofessional. It’s just … no, sorry. You need to remove them, Mr. Millar, so I can make sure nothing is being hidden by you.”

For a moment he didn’t understand but then the full horror of his situation hit him. Peter shuddered, until, looking at the young woman again, he felt himself become a little bolder.

“Maybe you would like to do that for me, Ms Barker? You seem to like them.” Reaching out he grasped her hand and placed it on his hip. Her fingers were far enough away from danger that he couldn’t be accused of anything too serious but still against the soft silky material of the lacy black panties he was wearing attached to the softer grey stockings by an equally lacy suspender belt.

“Ohhh, God. I … I can’t.” For a moment an awkward silence fell. Peter knew it wasn’t because he had insulted her, but because she was trying to persuade herself that she could and would do what he had asked. Finally after a few minutes he saw her make a decision.

“I want to, but not here, Peter, please. Get dressed and meet me later, would you do that?”

He knew he was behaving like a complete jerk. Again she had made him speechless, but this time the amazement was also exciting him and he felt his cock start to harden against the silky material.

“I can’t do what I think we would both like here. I’d lose my job, but it would start something like this.” Without another word the young woman got on her knees and placed a gentle kiss against the fabric which contained his now aching penis.

“Ohhhh, God.” He couldn’t stop the words escaping and when she then placed her fingers around him, trapping the material against his burgeoning erection he thought his legs would give way.

“My name is Tracy; let me give you my address. You can go to work, I finish my shift at 5.00; I’ll meet you there.” Her soft fingers traced his stockings as she helped him pull up his trousers. Once he was fully dressed again she gave him a piece of paper with the road and house number on it. He recognized the area and smiled.

“I’ll be right on time.”

“I can slip into something more comfortable and who knows how the evening will progress.”

“No, please, keep your uniform on; you look so … so hot in it.”

His words obviously pleased her but she said nothing. Her hands though smoothed down the skirt and Peter was sure he saw the outline of a suspender belt through the tight material.

“I’ll get your things. There will be no charges or recommendations; well apart from you keeping your sexy clothes for tonight.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll do that.” Now his heart was beating hard for another reason and he wondered whether he would get any work done before the excitement overwhelmed him. By the time Tracy had returned with his luggage he had decided to call in saying he was suffering from jet lag and go home. He could fantasize until he shot a huge load over his own lacy panties and still get hard for Tracy again later.

His plan made him smile as his temptress entered the room. She pointed behind her and he could see the two bags on a luggage trolley ready to go. With her foot she pushed the door to behind her and then smiled back at him.

“I thought you might like to have a little aperitif.” Her hands moved out of sight and then her skirt fell. The black seamed stockings attached to the sexiest laciest suspenders over an equally sexy pair of lacy panties almost made him shoot his load. She ran her finger across the gusset and then under his nose. Her arousal was obvious. In almost a single movement the skirt was back up and her hands were behind his head as she pulled him down towards her. Their lips touched and he felt her tongue wet across his skin. Moaning he let her enter and, as he ground his hard cock against her, lost himself in the erotic kiss they shared.

“I’ll see you at about 5.30. Don’t be late.” Her voice was as husky as he knew his would be and then, without another word, Tracy turned, opened the door, and was gone.


Peter wasn’t sure how he got through the rest of the day. Every five minutes, it seemed, he was looking at the clock or thinking about looking at it. He had stopped off at a department store on his way home and, after wandering around the lingerie department for over an hour, purchased a beautiful, to him at least, lacy set of underwear for his new lover. White with a delicate lacy pattern throughout the bra was under wired and just see-through enough for him to know the outline of Tracy’s nipples would be visible. The panties matched and had softly undulating frills as well as the lace for him to run his fingers over.

For himself he had bought a pair of pink French knickers. Sheer, they showed his tight arse and hard cock off and he felt deliciously slutty as he tried them on in the privacy of his own room. His eight inches was throbbing as he ran his fingers up and down it, feeling the nylon as it caressed and enveloped him.

With a moan of Tracy’s name he lay back on the bed, removing the underwear only because he wanted to model it for her. Leaning over he placed them where he could see them and then ran his hand over the hot skin which stretched tight across the bulbous head of his cock. An image of Tracy wearing the bra and panties he had bought arose in his mind; he could see her fingers as they traced the dark shape of her nipples through the material and teased her pussy lips.

His hand moved quicker as he imagined the feel of her mouth against his cock and her hand as it danced on him. As the thought of her lacy panties being rubbed over his cock entered his mind he stiffened, moaned loudly, and felt himself begin to cum.

“Ohhh, Tracy, Tracy, fuck, cumming … Ohhh ….. Ohhh, yes, yes. YES!” The world stopped turning for a while, Peter lay back, his chest heaving, his heart beating so fast he feared it would give out on him. He scooped the cum up in the panties he had worn on the flight and once again felt a stirring, a familiar excitement, which, he knew, was all because of the sexy panty loving woman he had met that day.


The taxi ride had been pleasant; Tracy had an apartment overlooking the harbour and Peter enjoyed the journey watching the scenery change from the suburban streets where he lived, through the built up and busy commercial district and out into the prosperous areas closer to the coast. Finally he entered a slightly more bohemian neighbourhood, the car was stopping, and he was looking at a small, two storey building with neatly manicured lawns and clean white paintwork.

The entryway had only four named doorbells and he pressed the one which was for flat 3. The soft voice he remembered said his name and as soon as he replied he heard the buzzer granting him entry. He stopped just inside the door to make sure everything was as it should be, knowing that his final preparations, to him, meant everything.

The stairs were white as was the whole of the lobby. Refraining from leaping up them two at a time Peter tried to stroll leisurely but knew he had failed when he heard a laugh as he turned the corner on the first floor and saw Tracy, still in her uniform, standing there.

“30 seconds, not bad for a first time!”

Feeling himself blush Peter nodded and smiled.

“Well, I had good reason to make sure I didn’t take too long, never keep a lady waiting my old man used to say.”

Tracy didn’t reply but ushered him into her home and he stopped for a second, just inside the doorway, wanting to catch his breath and refrain from making any other stupid remarks.

The flat was identical to the rest of the building in that it was pure white but it was also so unique and so vocal in describing Tracy’s personality that, for a moment, he was unable to take it all in.

Framed pictures of the ocean nestled alongside those of busy city scenes, there were a few well placed souvenirs on individual shelves but what caught his eye the most was the amount of books he could see. One entire wall of the living area he stood in was covered in books. Large, small, paperback, hardback, adult and children’s books all jostled for position and spoke of an eclectic taste in reading matter.

The flat was also spotlessly tidy, the bleached wood floors were clear, no mats or rugs adorned them and the cream leather suite was pristine, sporting just two coffee coloured cushions and a throw of a similar colour over the back of it. The two recliner chairs, which completed the suite, were situated either side of wide French doors leading onto a balcony. The view was of a small private harbour and Peter could see ten or so boats as well as hear the sound of sea gulls and he moved closer to soak up the atmosphere.

“So, Mr. Millar, what do you think?”

“Oh, sorry, I think it’s beautiful. You must love living here.”

He had obviously said the right thing; Tracy smiled as widely and enthusiastically as he had seen her do. She nodded vigorously before speaking again and he heard the excitement in her voice as she did so.

“How could I not? I don’t ever want to have to leave. It’s just perfect for a Cancerian like me; a home and water lover; just perfect.”

He turned and moved over to her in two strides and took her into his arms. Her enthusiasm made his heart sing and he began to kiss her, feeling her respond as he did so. Her body rested against him; she was so much shorter than he but somehow they seemed to fit together as if they were from the same mould. He ran his fingers into her short brown hair, luxuriating in its softness and felt her hands as they moved against the muscles of his back. The kiss took over his very being, time had no meaning and, as they moved against each other, he felt her tongue touch his. The warmth of her breath and the beating of her heart told him, whatever happened; he was forever lost in her.

“Come and sit for a while. Would you like a cold drink? I have wine, beer or soda.”

“Actually water would be good.” The sun was warm through the glass of the French doors and he longed to loosen the tie he was wearing.

“Coming right up.”

He realized, as Tracy walked away from him, that although she was still in her uniform the shoes were different. The regulation flatties had been replaced by a pair of high black leather pumps. The height of them emphasized the shapeliness of her calves and again Peter felt his cock stir against the nylon of his panties.

He remained motionless; the seat he had chosen gave him an uninterrupted view of the kitchen. He watched his hostess as she reached up high for the glasses, walked across the kitchen, took ice from the freezer, smiled at him, poured in the water, and then rose to his feet as she came back towards him.

“You know, I think I prefer the view from here.”

“Thank you, you charming man, you.” Tracy smiled as she spoke and he inclined his head as he took his drink from her. He placed it carefully on a mat resting on a clear glass table and then waited for her to sit before doing the same.

The room descended into silence and for a moment Peter struggled with what to say. Suddenly though he knew what to do and shyly handed her the gift he had bought her.

“If you don’t like them I have the receipt.”

“Oh, thank you.” Tracy leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before carefully removing the paper he had wrapped the present in and then exclaiming with delight.

“Oh, Peter, they’re beautiful, thank you so much.” She leant forward, her lips capturing his and they were kissing passionately. He felt her hands run across his arse cheeks, his pants moving against the silky lingerie he was wearing and he returned the favour his fingers skimming over the outline of suspenders and feeling the pattern of lace beneath.

“Tracy, please, let me see you, want to see what you look like in your sexy underwear please.” Peter stopped what he was doing and moved back. His cock was so hard against his panties that he thought he might cum without being touched at all.

It was only as Tracy stood before him that he realized soft jazz was playing in the background. Her movements as she began to undo the buttons on her uniform shirt seemed to compliment the notes and he leant back, his hand grasping at his cock as he watched spellbound.

Tracy wasn’t as tall as him, maybe five three, five four, and he let his eyes roam appreciatively as her skin was gradually exposed. The bra she was wearing was a pale lemon colour, very lacy and he could make out the shadow of her nipples as she moved to release the clasp on her skirt. The French knickers he had seen at the airport had been replaced by a pair which matched the bra. The pale stockings and heels completed such a sexy picture that Peter could do nothing but stand and pull her towards him.

Their lips touched again as they kissed and then Tracy was working on his shirt buttons, loosening his tie, pulling the material out of his pants and he felt her lips on his chest as she kissed him, light, butterfly kisses which caused him to moan and catch his breath.

“Ohhhh, yes, Tracy, so good.” For a second she paused and looked up at him, her deep brown eyes showing the excitement and lust she was feeling.

Soon his shirt had been discarded and her fingers were deftly undoing the buckle of his belt and he felt it slide through the loops before it too ended up on the floor. His breath was ragged as he waited for Tracy to remove his pants, the feelings coursing through him so different to when he knew he was about to be found out that morning. Now he could hardly wait for his new lover to expose him and his panties to the world.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she eased the clasp and then began to lower the zip, tooth by tooth. His hardness pressed against the nylon as it strained for release and then, suddenly, the pants were gone and just the pink lace of the panties he had bought that morning separated his cock from Tracy’s soft fingers. He stood, nervously, and watched as she looked him up and down. He caught a moment of surprise as she looked at the high pumps he was wearing but saw her smile at the tenting in his panties.

“Mmmm, you look so hot, baby, just as if you’re waiting for me.”

“I am waiting, please, Tracy, touch me, let me feel your hands on my cock, let me feel the heat from you as you run your nails across the material … Ohhhh, fuck, just like that.”

Tracy’s nails were painted a deep red and he watched as they moved from the base of his cock to the head, rucking the material slightly and causing him to grow even harder. Her fingers teased the head, running to the very tip and then round underneath the rim until he thought he would burst.

“Please, baby, please …” his words tailed off, he wasn’t sure what to say or do next.

“Do you want more?” Tracy licked a finger after she finished speaking and then, never breaking eye contact with him, began to run it across her right nipple. The material darkened and, as it became transparent, he could see the nub harden and press against the lace. He reached out, his fingers just grazing it, but as she groaned in pleasure he became more confident.

“You like that, sweetie? Let me see what I can do.” He leant forward and his lips captured the nipple, his teeth grazing the skin through the bra as his fingers found the clasp and released it.

Tracy’s breasts were full and soft, Peter’s lips found the skin and he placed kisses across the globes and ran his fingers over the nipples at the same time. Her breathing grew heavy and he felt her begin to shake.

“Peter, I’m gonna cum, don’t stop, baby, please, don’t stop.”

He had no intention of doing anything other than pleasuring his new love and as his fingers and tongue worked their magic he ran a finger down and over the gusset of her panties. Already the material was wet and as he touched her he felt a sudden gushing.

“Ohhhhh, fuck, Peter, yes, yes, oh yes!” She slumped against him, kissing his shoulder and shuddering two, three times. “Thank you. That was wonderful.”

“You can cum just from having your nipples played with?” He looked at her in amazement and saw her nod.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean you have to stop.” Her lips began to work their way down his body, kissing and licking him and he tensed; his whole body ready for the moment she reached the lacy tops of his panties. Her hands moved down so they rested against his arse cheeks and then the warmth of her breathing intensified and he looked down. Tracy had her mouth pressed to his skin and was blowing; the heat was intoxicating and pushed himself closer and closer to her. Finally when she ran her tongue over the hot, slightly damp area he let out a groan.

“Touch my cock, Tracy, let me feel your hand on me.” He dry fucked the air, trying to get nearer and nearer to her and she looked up for a moment with a smile and then, flexing her fingers in an exaggerated manner, she nodded.

“Like this?”

Her hand was inside his panties, her fingers grasped his hardness and then, with a slight increase in pressure, she began to move up his length steadily as her other hand traced random patterns across the nylon back of his underwear.

“Ohhhh, yes, just like that, Tracy, mmmm, feels so good.” As he spoke she moved her leg so it brushed up his stockings sending a shiver through him. He was breathing fast and shallow but, as he slumped back onto the sofa, he placed his hand inside her panties feeling, for the first time, her soft pussy lips as he gently moved his fingers inside her.

“Sit on me, baby, let me feel my cock slide in you, let me fuck you.”

Nodding Tracy slid her panties off and straddled him, her knees either side of his thighs. Gently she lowered the front of his own panties until they were underneath his full balls and smiled. He was rock hard as she positioned herself so her lips touched his and her pussy was resting on the very crown of his cock. For a moment she did nothing but finally she kissed him passionately moving her hips just enough to send him skywards with anticipation.

He watched as, leaning back a little, Tracy guided him inside her. The heat, the snug fit overwhelmed him and, unable to stop, he pushed upwards, filling her in one thrust.

“Yes, again, Peter, fuck me hard again.”

He only needed to be told once; his hands held her thighs and his cock moved smoothly but firmly into her again and again. When the rhythm was established he let go of her only to grasp at her tits, pulling her towards him and latching on to one, suckling as he buried his face into her softness.

Tracy’s cries grew louder, he could hear her calling his name as she clenched tightly around him and then, her hands holding him to her breast she seemed to freeze.

“Cumming, baby, gonna cum so much on your cock, cum with me, shoot you load in me, please.”

Her back arched changing the sensations he was feeling and it was enough to tip him over the edge. He gasped for air as her nipple slipped from his lips, crying out as he did so.

“Yes, Tracy, feel me send my seed into your hot body, ohhhhh, fuck, Tracy, now, now!”

His cock seemed to grow even harder and then with a loud moan of ecstasy he was doing as she asked, shooting his load inside her. Pulse after pulse jetted out before she released her hold on him and he collapsed onto his side, his body still convulsing from the most powerful climax he’d had in years.

For a moment he felt Tracy move and then the sofa seemed to expand beneath him. Realizing she had released the recliners he stretched out waiting for her to join him again and then, still shaking, he drew her close to him and closed his eyes.


Peter had his hand luggage on his lap five minutes before the plane doors were opened. He got to his feet, nodded apologetically to the man standing behind him, and made his way into the aisle. The queue for customs was light, but he saw a young woman walking towards him.

“Do you have anything to declare, Sir?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so? That isn’t an acceptable answer. “Would you just step over here, Sir, please?”

Nodding his head Peter made his way towards an achingly familiar room and turned as he heard the door close behind him.

“I do hope you aren’t going to waste my time, Sir, otherwise I may have to send for my superior.”

Thankful the cameras which had been installed in all the interview rooms wouldn’t be online until the following week Peter undid his pants and lowered them to the floor. He heard the customs official gasp with pleasure as she moved closer and ran her hand over the fifties style panties he was wearing. Pink and lacy they had suspenders running down to soft grey stockings and as he had ducked into the gents on his way to customs and slipped into black suede court shoes his outfit was complete.

He handed over a package wrapped in purple shiny paper and then smiled as she took it.

“You make sure you stay just as you are, Sir, and everything will be fine.”

Pulling his pants back up Peter nodded.

“I’ll do that. What time do you finish?”

The young woman checked her watch and then smiled.

“You have a half an hour start on me. Think you can get home and undressed in that time?”

Peter nodded as he walked towards the door. A hand on his arm stopped him in his tracks and then he was being kissed passionately while his cock was teased to hardness by soft fingers. He moved back a step to take in air and looked into the deep brown eyes of his lover. Each time he returned from overseas she was waiting for him and each time he realized having nothing to declare had been the best thing to ever happen to him.

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