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“You take off clothes now.’ Another statement. Eyeing his gun, I thought
it better not to disobey. In a few seconds I had stripped, putting all my
clothes on a nearby chair. It was cold. He grinned, or rather leered, at me,
and stepped closer.

“Legs apart, turn round, arms up, hands against wall.’ I did as I was
told, wondering what he was going to do if he suspected me of carrying
drugs. He came nearer and stood behind me, breathing heavily. Then he felt
under my arms, looked at the soles of my feet, and ran his hands up between
my legs. Despite the strange circumstances, I immediately began to feel
randy, though I didn’t like the man at all.

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I woke with a terrible start, wondering where I was and what was
happening. Looking up, I saw a German border guard in his uniform towering
over my chair. He must have shouted at me, and that’s what had woken me up,
because he repeated something incomprehensible. “I’m sorry, I can’t speak
German,’ I muttered, feeling rather silly and wondering what I’d done to
make him angry. Perhaps this was *his* chair?

“You are English.’ A statement, not a question.

“Yes,’ I answered quickly, “what’s the matter, what have I done?’

“Come with me, we look for drugs.’ Protesting that I didn’t have any
drugs, I was led off into a back room which was obviously used as a resting
place at night, because it had a wash basin and a hard bed in it.

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I reached through the curtained area behind the seats and found his
jumper. With great agility he managed to put it on without driving off the
road.

“That’s better, I don’t like having the heater on, it sends me to sleep.
Let’s see if there’s anything good on the radio.’ Loud rock music
forestalled further conversation.

The sun was fully up now, driving the mist from the fields and hedges as
we hurtled along. We stopped once for a cup of tea at a service area.
Several good-looking lorry drivers greeted Pete, glancing curiously at me. I
felt nervous and out of place. They all seemed at ease with each other, but
treated me as an outsider.

Lars was slim and blond, about 25 I guessed, (rightly as it turned
out), and clearly well endowed in all the important places. He had re-
markably light blue eyes and was obviously in some form of business,
as he had a small patent leather brief case and when he took his coat
off he was smartly dressed in a cotton shirt and white jeans – which
showed his firm, well-shaped figure to good effect. I found out later
that he was Swedish, a junior salesman for an internationally known
cosmetics company, who at short notice had been given a lucky break to
substitute for his boss on a business trip to the USA. His firm but-
tocks thrust out firmly through his thin white denim jeans as he
arched his back to remove his coat and hand it to the stewardess. The
jeans were very tight and showed his well shaped legs to advantage.
But he also radiated something sensual which aroused the first slight
stirrings in my crotch. I realised I was feeling quite horny and in
the mood for conquest, but not in my wildest dreams did I guess what
delights were to follow!