This was during a pretty normal time, we both finished our semester and bounced around on a few fun trips. We headed to Florida together first to link up with some friends. Then a couple days in we set a trip out of FL to Toronto and that’s when this whole mess started.

Everything was going smoothly, until we got to customs. I got pulled aside which is normal. I’m Indian so it happens a lot to me at airports. But seeing L (my partner) get pulled aside to was a bit surprising. She is arab, lebanese specifically, but she is pretty light skinned, damn near white passing lol. But her govt name is on her passport which she believes is what led to her being red flagged.

They kept us both aside for a while, my pat down and search, questioning was pretty painless, but definitely more drawn out that I would liked. But for L they were noticeably rough? They kept us a few feet apart, but they started with the same questions, search, but then her pat down came. It was roasting that day, and the airport wasn’t much better. L wasn’t dressed crazy revealing, just short shorts and cropped top with a baseball cap she removed earlier. Again it was stupid hot that day. It seemed like they were convinced L was hiding something on her person so they were seriously patting her down. But I noticed L’s face and realized what was happening.

It started off with the regular pat-brush routine, but they didn’t even really hide pushing up on her chest with their hands. I should have looked at their faces but I was too locked in one L’s face and where their hands were. She’s not a small chested girl let’s be clear but this went beyond a pat down eventually they looked like they started cupping at her chest until they moved down to continue the search. They patted all the way down to between her legs, made her spread and did another pat-brush before moving to her back down to her ass. This time there was even more cupping and some obvious groping when they started feeling up her ass. It seemed a lot rougher than when they groped her chest and she looked red as fuck, probably both in anger and embarrassment. I started to speak up but then the TSA agent closest to me started barking at me. Before they were done for some reason they decided to do another front pat down but quickly moved down to between her legs again. Before it was a quick brush past. But this image is burned into my memory of her forced to spread her legs apart while they smacked in between her legs, essentially slapping her pussy. It wasn’t a light pat anymore, you could hear the sound of their hands smacking the fabric from where I was standing and she looked like it was pretty rough.

Towards the end they didn’t seem satisfied and insisted on separating us, that I can move forward but she stay behind for further questioning. It was a disgusting ordeal and we were fed up by then. Shouting at the agents that this was ridiculous and we refused to separate. Eventually all the commotion led another TSA guy to pull my arm and tell us we can both move forward which felt even weirder like that further questioning really wasn’t what they had in mind.

Anyway, L didn’t talk much about it on the flight, she just clung to me and we watched movies. When we got back to the hotel though we didn’t waste any time getting it on, to my surprise. We’re a horny couple. We are the folks who get it on as often as we can. But man she was fired up that night. But in the back of my mind I couldn’t stop thinking about the groping from earlier. Seeing how desperate she was to be touched made me wonder if a part of her liked it.

So I tried something. It’s pretty common she lay on my chest with my hand between her legs and we makeout. But halfway through I decided to spread her legs apart and gave her pussy a slap, hard. And god she loved it. We froze for a minute but she begged for more. We already liked it rough but we got even rougher than night. So I guess you can say something good came out of that experience.