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I smiled to myself and adjusted my watch to U.K. time, it was now just after 6.15 a.m. as the taxi drew away from Heathrow on its way back to Hammersmith where I lived, my cases were now safely stored next to the driver in the London taxi after the customs officer at the airport had let me through having asked the usual questions.
"Did you pack this case yourself?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Would you mind opening this one?" The officer said pointing to one of my matching Samsonite bags.
I spun the case around to face me and taking a small key from my pocket, unlocked and opened it.
The customs officer turned it back to face her and peered inside, first of all rifling through the garments, toiletries and personal items and then taking out the white leather trousers, waistcoat and boots from the top and placing them on the table.
"They're very smart, are they new?" She enquired.
"Yes," I replied, whilst she continued to look through the case, her eyes suddenly alighting on the plastic bag, which she withdrew from the case.
"And this," She enquired, "Did you pack this?"
"Yes," I said, trying to think why she had stopped me in the green channel, perhaps it was my abundance of jewellery or the white suit I had decided to wear home on the flight from New York.
She opened the bag and tipped the contents onto the table top, raising her eyebrows as the selection of bondage gear dropped onto the counter. I watched her face without expression whilst she picked up the leather wrist restraints and turned them over, placing them back on the table and picking up in turn each item including the heavily studded black leather collar, leather thong, harness, arm bands and a number of other items.
"Are you into this sort of thing or are you a salesman? She asked.
"Yes to the first and No to the second," I said with a smile, continuing "Sorry if it embarrasses you." Looking directly into her deep brown eyes, and, secretly admiring her slim curvaceous figure and dark chestnut coloured hair.
" Oh No sir, I get to see all sorts of things in this job, believe me, and in any case I'm into this as well."
I did not know how to respond to this revelation and, not seeing the need to inform her that I was a novice having only just recently begun to enjoy mild bondage with my partners, I just watched as she replaced the items into the bag and put them back into my case.
"I do like this white leather gear, is it for you?" She said holding the trousers up so that they unfolded and hung full length from her hands.
"Yes, I bought them on the Upper East Side in New York"
" I'd like to see you in these, in fact, if you'll wear them I'll invite you to a small party at my place, tonight? It's just a couple of girl friends and I…. And you if you'll come" She said with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
For me, this was an invitation not to be refused, especially if it meant an evening with this lovely girl and two of her girl friends.
As I repacked the items into my case, she quickly wrote her name and address on a scrap of paper and handed it surreptitiously to me.
As the Taxi swung into Hammersmith Broadway I glanced down at the scrap of paper making a mental note that my customs officer was called Cheryl and lived a few miles away in Chiswick.
I entered my flat, dropped the two cases down in the hallway and walked into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, I'd got just another thirteen hours before I would see my customs officer once again I thought as I went to the fridge searching for milk.
Christ! I'd forgotten the milk, oh well; there was nothing for it but to drink black coffee, probably a good idea since I was desperately trying to shake off the fuzzy feeling of recycled aircraft air and jet lag. I walked into the bathroom shedding my clothes as I went and deciding to leave unpacking the suitcases for the next few hours.
I spent a long time in the shower, letting the hot water relax the tense muscles created by sitting in the cramped aircraft seat, and watching the water run down my body. As I soaped myself, I suddenly became aware of the 7 days accumulation of hairy stubble particularly across my chest and around my pubes.
I had neglected myself whilst in New York as I normally shaved my entire body every two days. Time for action I thought, grabbing my razor, changing the blade and reaching for the shaving foam from the bathroom cabinet, it took five minutes of concentrated effort to soap my body, then, beginning with the lower limbs, slide the razor across the skin to remove the fuzz.
As I started to shave my pubes, I could feel my balls tightening and grasping the end of my cock to shave both the shaft and my balls, I felt it harden in my hand, a sure sign that I was getting a hard-on.
Finishing with my armpits, I stood under the running water, feeling somehow sleeker, cleaner and the skin of my body more sensitive to the touch than before, glancing down I watched my cock throb into life, slowly and surely rising from a pendulous flaccid state through a full 125 degrees with each heartbeat to a full blown erection, finally it stood up proud and angry the foreskin fully retracted and the purple head glistening in the running water.
The muscles in my thighs and lower abdomen tensed as I grasped my hot prick, slowly sliding the tight foreskin back and forth over the knob the soap on my hand helping to lubricate the movement, soon I felt my knees buckle slightly with the intense feeling of pleasure I was achieving by playing with myself.
I stood for many minutes slowly sliding my hand up and down the shaft, buried in the ecstasy of self-pleasure until I felt the increasing need to pump harder and faster. Reaching a crescendo, I finally tightened my grip, sliding my hand up and down at a furious rate and then the hot white semen shot from the end of my cock and splashed across the shower cubicle wall sticking to it in small globules.
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