Chapter 2: Pat Down Peep Show
As I waited with my neighbours in the seemingly neverending lineup to the main festival ground, I couldn't help but look around at all of the beautiful people that this festival had brought together. There were people of all shapes, sizes, and colors, all there to celebrate life, love, and music. It was truly a sight to behold.
The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the festival grounds. The air was filled with the distant hum of music, the scent of food trucks, and the excited chatter of festival-goers. The lineup finally started to move, and we were finally at the security checkpoint.
As I stepped up to the metal detector, a stern-looking security guard with short-cropped hair and a tight-fitting uniform stood on the other side. Her eyes scanned me up and down, lingering on my board shorts, clearly noticing the outline of my still semi-hard cock. I couldn't help but smirk and give her a wink as if to say, "Yeah, that's my cock."
She raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, before waving me through. I stepped through the metal detector, and it beeped loudly. Her eyes narrowed, and she gestured for me to step aside. "Sir, I'm going to need to pat you down," she said, her voice professional despite the blush creeping up her neck.
I chuckled, holding my arms out to my sides. "Go right ahead," I said, smirking, knowing she wouldn't find anything except my cock in my pants.
She stepped closer, knelt down in front of me, and placed her hands on my hips, slowly moving them down the sides of my shorts. Next, she moved her hands up my inner thighs, her right hand stopping squarely on my cock.
I felt a jolt of excitement course through me as I looked down at her, now firmly grasping my cock through the fabric of my shorts. She glanced up at me, her eyes meeting mine, and I could see the hint of a challenge in them. Was she going to take this further?
"Sir, I'm going to need to see what that is you have in your shorts here," she said, her voice steady, but I could see the pulse in her neck quickening, revealing her hidden excitement. "Please unzip your shorts."
I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Are you sure about that, officer?" I asked, my voice low and husky. "I'm not wearing anything underneath."
She met my gaze, her eyes unwavering. "I can handle it, sir. Now please unzip your shorts."
I chuckled, gladly reaching down to comply. Her eyes tracked my movements, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as I slowly pulled down the zipper of my board shorts. I could feel my cock growing harder with each notch of the zipper I lowered, the excitement of being exposed yet again, even if it was just to this security guard, turning me on. When the zipper was finally all the way down, the base of my hard cock was in full view now,
Her gaze flicked from my face to my crotch, and she took a deep breath before saying, "Slowly, sir. Pull your shorts down, just enough for me to see what you have hiding in there."
"Yes ma'am," I replied, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my board shorts and slowly began to pull them down, revealing more and more of my excited cock straining against the fabric of my shorts. And then with one final tug, my cock burst forth, standing tall in the cool evening air, already leaking pre-cum from the tip. The security guard's eyes widened, her pupils dilating as she took in the sight of my hard member.
"Well, well, well," she said, her voice laden with amusement. "That's quite a... package you've got there, sir." She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of laughter and lust. "But I'm afraid I can't let you into the festival grounds like that. It's against regulations."
I looked down at my hard cock, glistening with pre-cum, and then back at her. "Oh, I see," I said, a smirk playing on my lips. "Here, let me just fix that real quick."
Before she could respond, I tilted my head back and focused all of my energy on my cock. I could feel the blood pumping through it, the veins throbbing with anticipation. I gripped it tightly at the base, and before she even knew what was happening, my cock erupted in her face.
Thick, hot ropes of cum shot out, painting her cheeks, her nose, her lips with my seed. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock, but she didn't move away. Instead, she leaned in closer and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, taking the last few spurts of cum directly into her mouth.
"You little shit!" she laughed, wiping the cum off her face with the back of her hand. "You've got some balls, I'll give you that." She stood up, her face dripping with my juices. "Get out of here and try to keep that thing in your pants!" she ordered, giving my cock an audible slap, sending it bouncing up and down as I walked away with a stupid grin on my face.
I looked around for the girls, but they weren't anywhere to be seen. I hoped they had made it in without any trouble but it was more likely that my "pat down" simply took too long and they went on without me. Either way, the festival was waiting for me and the night was just beginning