Amy misfortunate start

Amy Blackson tapped her foot, as she pulled out her phone once again. The screen illuminated a large 8:05 am, causing a sigh to escape Amy’s lips. She still wasn’t past security and the everyone had agreed to meet in front of the gate specifically at 8:20 sharp. Looking at the line in front of her, she knew she was behind schedule as she watched the security line slowly work its way forward. Of course only two of the 6 lanes were actually functioning, and one of the security guards, a large fat man seemed to be doing everything in his power but helping people move along in any semblance of an orderly fashion. She checked her watch again as she shuffled forward a step or two, 8:07 god she was going to be late!

Eventually after what felt like an eternity the small ginger had finally inched her way to the front of the line. Stepping forward to the conveyor belt, she placed her small backpack in a tray and watched as it disappeared into the X-Ray machine. Amy herself followed the backpack through her own machine, as she was greeted by a TSA agent on the other side backpack in hand.

“Excuse me miss, is this your backpack?” The fat agent asked with an almost disappointed tone, as he held up her backpack.

“Yes” nodded the busty ginger as her cheeks began to blush.

“Come this way please.” Amy scurried along behind the agent as he waddled her aside towards a private area. With about as much grace as a construction worker, he tossed the backpack on a cold empty metal table. He then proceeded to pull out a pair of latex gloves, his gaze returning to Amy. “Is there anything in here I should be aware of?” Came the voice of an obviously underpaid worker.

“No…” squeaked the shy ginger girl as she subtly crossed her fingers.

Pulling the zipper across the top of the pack the agent opened it up in one fell swoop. One by one he pulled out the contents from inside, a fantasy book with red headed warrior princess on the cover, a phone charger, an empty water bottle, a notebook that was on its last legs, a pair of pants to change into just in case, and then…. The agent hesitated for a moment, before his eyes shot back up to find Amy’s. A small smirk spread across the large man’s face as his gaze retuned to the pack in front of him. Out of the backpack he pulled a large motorized, ribbed for your pleasure, pink dildo. Placing the object onto the table with a loud “thud,” a deafening silence grew between them. Amy could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as they began to burn bright red, her eyes darted back and forth between the dildo and the smirking TAS agent.

“Is there something wrong here?” Amy finally spoke trying to muster as much confidence as a cornered animal could. She stared daggers at the now very amused agent, she was sure he did this on purpose.

“Not at all miss, everything seems to be in order.” His words dripped with smugness that was punctuated as he peeled the gloves off his fat fingers. “You have a safe flight now.”

Amy almost jumped forward to grab the contents off of the table before anyone had a chance to see them, in doing so drawing more attention to the now crazed looking girl in the corner of the room. Her shame on full display to any passerby’s who happens to look the busty gingers way, she could feel the eyes of men and women alike on her as she scrambled to retrieve all her “belonging”. Quickly shoving everything inside her bag, Amy zipped the bag up checking her phone once again. “8:30” read the screen, now she truly was late. In a panic Amy began sprinting down the hallway desperately searching for her gate. Her thoughts were a mess as her mind spiralled thinking about the time, the TSA agent, and the dildo that had just been put on display for everyone to see.

“Brooklyn had told me it was ok to bring through security, she said there wouldn’t be any issues!” She scowled to herself, as a mix of anger and embarrassment bubbled up inside of her. As her mind raced her legs continued to move faster and faster as she weaved herself in and out of the crowd down the long hallway. “No one could ever know about this” came her next thoughts, as her head swivelled desperately to find gate 49. “It should just be a couple more-” BANG. Amy came to a sudden halt, as her body slammed into the backside of a man in front of her she hadn’t seen. Amy’s small body no match for the larger frame Amy went tumbling backwards towards the floor. The man in front stumbled forward, the impact of the small busty ginger’s body not enough to knock him over.

Amy’s backpack took most of the brunt of the impact, as the poorly done up zipper flew open and the contents inside spilled out behind her. “I am so sorry!” Came the flustered voice of Amy, as she bolted upright into a seated position. Looking almost directly upwards towards the towering eyes of the man in front of her, she was shocked. “David?!” Amy almost screamed.

“Amy?!” Came an equally confused David as he gazed down at the ginger girl. Her vibrant shoulder length hair was a tangled mess, and her cheeks were a deep shade of red splotched across her freckled face. She was wearing a tight green tank-top that in the impact had ridden up slightly exposing a small amount of her smooth stomach. Her breasts as always sat high on her chest, and heaved with every deep breath quickly trying to regain her composure. David had known Amy for a while now, and while they were never particularly close they had spent some time together in school and occasionally even participating in some D&D sessions with a few other mutual friends together. David had of course mentally already categorized her and every other female in his school by bra size, putting her slightly ahead of Brooklyn for overall size, but giving Brooklyn the edge due to her athletic body. But in this moment David chastised himself for never truly appreciating what Amy and her body had to offer. She was small but that only helped accentuate her curves as her breasts looked even bigger sitting on her smaller frame. Her face was cute, peppered with freckles that fit perfectly with her cute asthetic. And although she was not as athletic as say Brooklyn, her body was supple and cruvy like it was built to be held from behind as you fucked her into the wall in front. It was only now, but seeing the small ginger girl splayed out on the ground that, breasts threatening to spill out of her top. That David realized he had not spent nearly enough nights thinking about all the things he and his beast would like to do to Amy. Taking a quick mental image for later, David finally spoke as he felt the blood begin to rush to his lower half. “Amy are you alright?”

“Yah, I’m fine David. I’m sorry, I was just in such a hurry and I didn’t want to be late…” Amy shook her head in disbelief of the situation she found herself in. As she spoke Jace and Brooklyn both came to her side, kneeling down to help the poor girl up. David, after appreciating the moment a little longer, followed suit and began to pick up everything that had spilled out of her backpack. As she gathered herself Amy realized the mess she had made, her personal items spilled out on the floor behind her. She grabbed her water bottle at first, when in a moment of shock and horror it dawned on her. Desperately looking inside the backpack, her heart sank as it was entirely empty. Her eyes moved quickly examining every item on the floor before finally settling in on the large pink dildo, wrapped firmly in the grasp of David’s big hands. Her first thoughts were contemplating if it was possible to simple disappear from existence, this thought was quickly replaced by a voice telling her to lie and say it wasn’t hers. Amy’s head swirled with ideas, and thoughts until eventually David spoke.

“Ugh… is this yours Amy?” The lanky boy spoke sheepishly.

A moment passed as Amy tried desperately to think of something to say, but without a word the Ginger girl simply swiped the dildo from the boys hands. Shoving it straight into her backpack, she tried to play it off as if nothing had actually happened. Amy lowered her head, embarrassment refused to allow her to even make eye contact with David, as her cheeks burned bright red once more. A small giggle to her left escaped the lips of Brooklyn, as she spun to see Jace just shaking his own head in embarrassment. As if things couldn’t get any worse for Amy the moment was all capped off by the appearance of one and only Danielle Holland, her best friends mother approached the ginger girl and once again she envisioned the world swallowing her whole.