Wednesday, 25 July 2018

A Venetian Ball

With Britain baking under relentless scorching sun for the best part of six weeks and the mood of the nation going from "ooh, it's lovely - hotter than the Mediterranean you know" to "best summer we've had in years, I'm not complaining" and ending with cries of "it's just too fucking hot, I can't eat/work/sleep/fuck" (delete as appropriate) and ginger people going AWOL for over a month to hide from the burning sun, it was perfect timing to pack a couple of suitcases and head somewhere cooler.  Readers of some of our tabloids would believe that the only place hotter would be the surface of the sun so finding a cooler place would be easy.  I headed off to that cooler place called the Mediterranean and the Most Beautiful City In The World® - Venice.

An early morning flight meant I was at Manchester airport for 6.00am, with dawn already past and the skies above turning a cloudless blue - again.  A short flight - tight, sleazy and cheap, like most of the ladies I know.. oh, hold on, I've done that one.  Anyway, it was definitely a longer flight than the hop to Hamburg.  It was late morning by the time the plane touched down at Venice airport (an hour ahead BST, of course).  From there, a choice of two modes to travel to the lagoon island itself - public water bus or private taxi.  I'd already been forewarned that the water taxi was the most expensive taxi service in the world... but as a first time to the city and a childish part of me wanting to feel like a Bond girl I handed over my €120 and jumped into the slim and sexy taxi speedboat.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - a Venetian taxi.
Once out of the air-conditioned climate of the airport I realised that our tabloids (surprise!) were slightly over-exaggerating again -  Venice was HOT.  Thankfully, the breeze off the lagoon, salt sea spray and speed of my taxi was enough to feel perfectly chilled - even if the ride itself was a bit bumpy due to the narrow waterways and heavy water traffic causing lots of bow waves for our boat to crash over.  Shaken, not stirred indeed.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - in my taxi.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - traffic mayhem, of a different kind.
I was well and truly being bounced around in the back of the boat, my thong panties riding up constantly between my pussy lips.  After numerous times of trying to dislodge the thin thong from between by hot lips, I debated about removing them, but it would no doubt finish with either me overboard or in a heap on the floor, legs spread, cunt displayed and ready for my Venetian taxi man to stir with his hard teak oar.   Hmmm... Propriety won, of course, and I remained fully clothed until the boat slowed and Venice came into view.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
We slowed as we entered the lady of the lagoon, dropping into  a cool canal with beautiful houses either side and everywhere you looked

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
After a few minutes the close canal opened up.  The Grand Canal, without question the most stunning 'street' in the world - a reputation well earned.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Grand Canal, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Grand Canal, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Grand Canal, Venice.
The stunning (and stunningly crowded) Rialto Bridge came into view, and we chugged slowly under it, and with so many tourists pointing and taking snapshots I did actually wonder if I was indeed fully-clothed after my tumbled trip across the lagoon.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Rialto Bridge, Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
Shortly after passing under the Rialto Bridge my boat slowed and stopped at a beautiful hotel overlooking the Grand Canal.  I stepped onto the small jetty and my cases handed over to a lovely concierge who seemed to appear from nowhere.  As my taxi chugged off down the Grand Canal I stepped into the cool reception area of the hotel.  Once checked in I was led upstairs to my suite.  A massive wooden bed dominated the large room, stylish mirrors in abundance and a TV discreetly hidden in a picture frame on the wall.  I wondered who would want to look at a TV, though, when the view from the window was this...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - room view, hotel, Venice.
I unpacked my bags, and with a last look out of the window, headed off to discover a bit of the city.  Outside, in the searing Venetian sun, cool narrow paths and stunning piazzas beckoned.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
I turned down a path that ran alongside a cool canal.  A gondola lay in wait for another load of tourists, the gondolier immediately spying me.  "Hey, Bella, you want ride... bella, bellisimo."  I actually did fancy a ride, but not the kind of ride being offered... I think.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - a gondolier calling to me, Venice.
I resisted the offer and carried out strolling - I had somewhere to be.  My online searches had revealed one vegan (ie.non-dairy Dexi-friendly) restaurant on the east side of the island and I was determined to try the food.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Campo Santa Margherita piazza, Venice.
I left the tourist area behind, heading eastwards and into more residential areas.  Nevertheless, stunning views, piazzas and bridges abounded.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
It was sweltering, though.  The heat was relentless and all-consuming.  Under my parasol my head at least was protected, but I was aware of my panties becoming damp... sadly with perspiration rather than anything sexy.  Oh well, you can't have it all.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
At last, after forty minutes of walking in the baking heat I found the restaurant.  And it was closed.  I hastily thought up Plan B - to return when it re-opened, but that was a full three hours from now.

I decided to find a bar, conscious that I hadn't passed one in the last ten minutes.  I walked further on, the streets becoming bizarrely empty.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - quiet streets, Venice.
I caught the eye of a local man walking his dog.  He appeared to be lost, too, as he passed me three times for no reason, each time slowing down and taking no shame in staring at my legs and low-cut minidress.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
I passed the small residential area and found myself surrounded by security gates and warning signs.  All the way to Venice to end up in an ugly ferry terminal cul de sac.  Ferries meant a large stretch of water, though... and where there's water, there was bound to be a bar.  I strolled on, the unforgiving afternoon sun making the trip harder than it should have been.

Eventually, after leaving the ferry terminal area, I found myself walking along a promenade, the isle of Guidecca away in the distance.  At least I had my bearings.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
I finally found a bar, rundown but inexpensive.  I sat down, taking the strain off my tired legs and feet.  Some water and a few limoncellos later and I was back to feeling decidedly human again.  Even on the small piazza where I sat the view was sublime.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
The refreshing and cool limoncellos went down a bit too easy in the afternoon heat.  I felt a little like I was stood in a gondola when, two hours later, I got ready to head back to the restaurant and found the ground feel as though it was swaying beneath my feet.

Somehow, amazingly, I found myself back at the restaurant without getting too lost.   The food was certainly worth the stroll and wait - simple, tasteful and imaginative. However, I was now very tired and, if I admit, slightly drunk. Heat+Limoncellos=not a good mixture, I'd decided.

Needing to pee, I stumbled over to the toilet.  It was tiny.  I peed and flushed and tried to pull up my panties, but they were entangled in my heels.  Sod it.  They came off, and crumpled easily into a tight ball in my hand.  I'll slip them into my bag at the first opportunity, I told myself.

Back at the table I slipped my panties into my bag.  I wiped my perspiring brow with my napkin and dropped it on the table for the waiter to pick up as he cleared the table.    I dropped some money on the table and stepped back into the lovely early evening.

I headed back towards the city centre, the warm breeze blowing up my shirt dress.  Although it was delightful to have the winnowing wind caressing the tops of my thighs and naked crotch, I became conscious that one light gust could be a little embarrassing if it lifted the short hem of my dress.  The early evening sun was still bright, it's effects magnified perhaps by a bit of alcohol, so I dug in my bag to find my sunglasses.  I moved the napkin aside, found my sunglasses and slipped them on.  Hold on.  Napkin?  I looked back in my bag and pulled out my panties.  Ah.  It was a napkin, not panties.  I looked in my bag.  Where the hell were my.... oh.  Oh.  Hmmm.  Perspiring panties were on the table, not the napkin.  It was a tip I don't think my waiter had ever been given before.

With British resolve I strode on into the gathering gloom, reaching the large  Campo Santa Margherita piazza, now busy with people enjoying the fabulous evening.  A book store had a couple of titles that caught my eye but I didn't dare bend over for a closer look in my short and now potentially pussy-revealing dress...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - books, Venice.
Bravely I strode on, groups of guys and girls staring at my legs as I sauntered past.  I wondered what had become of my panty tip and prayed for the air, for the first time on this trip, to be breeze-free and still.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
Eventually I got back to my hotel, throwing my aching body into the huge bed. 

Boom.  Boom.  Boom.  Flashing lights at the window, and a sound that must have resembled an AC/DC For Those About To Rock concert.  I scrambled out of bed and opened the curtains.  Beyond the distant San Marco Piazza, and way across the Grand Canal, huge fireworks, the biggest I'd seen, blazed and thundered in the night-time sky.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - fireworks, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - fireworks, Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - fireworks, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - fireworks, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - fireworks, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - fireworks, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - fireworks, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - fireworks, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - fireworks, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - fireworks, Venice.
I sat and watched for nearly an hour, delighting in the show and amazing view of the stunning city.

The following morning I awoke early, despite my somewhat delightfully disturbed night.  I slipped back into my heels and a little sexy playsuit and headed downstairs.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - hotel bar, Venice.
With an early start I decided to have a look at the tourist-magnet areas before they became too busy, and there was something else I wanted to see - a temporary footbridge across one of the largest stretches of water on the islands.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
I walked though some narrow passageways.  The air filled with the sensual scent of leather from a shop.  I did a quick double-take at a bag hanging in the window.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Fanny bag, Venice.
Mmmm... fanny bag.  Just what I needed. Lines of stunning leather gloves filled the windows.  As it was a short walk from the hotel I made a promise to return there before I left Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
I made our way over old bridges, through lovely alleyways and streets, beautiful old buildings standing in glorious silence alongside.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
I found my way up over the Rialto Bridge, stopping briefly to savour to view.  Well, why not?  With a mllion photos taken of this very same view everyday, I still wanted my own.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - view from the Rialto Bridge, Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - a rare sight... empty part of Rialto Bridge, Venice.
 I walked on, heading south towards San Marco piazza, the relatively quiet streets lovely and cool.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
More beautiful bridges, streets and shops full of the most exquisite (and expensive) glassware that I'd ever seen.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - glorious glass, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - more glass, Venice.
I finally reached St Marks Square - Piazza San Marco.  Thankfully, it was quieter than expected, the throngs of day-trippers not yet arrived en masse.


Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Basilica di San Marco, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Piazza San Marco, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Basilica di San Marco, Venice.
 Around the square, lines of shops stood waiting for their first catches of the day.  One nearly caught me - another glass shop, with figurines that certainly caught my eye.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - sexy figurines, Venice.
I strolled slowly around the square, stopping to gaze into shops.  It passed the time, although there wasn't a lot on offer that wouldn't have flagged up alarm bells on the credit card due to the cost.  The prices were Venice-expensive +15% it seemed - a San Marco piazza tax, perhaps.  Even the coffee and bottles of water carried the same special costs.  It was beautiful and the endless supply of eager-to-buy tourists made it a perfect algorthim.  However, the graceful elegance of the square would sometimes be lost in the noise and hum of the traffic of people.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - San Marco piazza, Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - San Marco piazza, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - San Marco piazza, Venice.
I made our way past the Doges Palace, serene in cool white splendour...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Doges Palace, Venice.
...and onto the southernmost section of the Grand Canal.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
The beauty, everywhere, was astounding.

The pathway led briefly along the edge of the canal before turning inwards again.  More bridges with views, and more lovely streets, lined now with top end designer shops.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
I turned into the welcoming dark and coolness of a stunning church.  However, even under the thick stone walls the heat of the day penetrated.  Inside the church was a beautiful classical musical display.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
I led a weaving way back to the canal and over the Ponte dell'Accademia bridge and across Dorsoduro part of the island to the southern edge.  Away in the distance a temporary footbridge had been installed. 

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
I reached the start of the bridge. I wondered if it was a bridge too far, but, well fuck it - I'd come this far.

The bridge offered amazing views, and despite the stifling heat and tired feet it was worth the long walk.  If the bridge didn't stop moving with the tides and waves, making me a little shakey on my heeled sandals I'd have stayed on it longer.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - view from the footbridge, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - view from the footbridge, Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - view from the footbridge, Venice.
Once on the other side there was... oh.  Pretty canals and lovely bridges and... yes, you get the idea.  Guidecca is usually (so I read) quieter than the rest of the islands due to its position and distance, but the bridge had also meant that the area was very busy with tourists, so the best reason to visit (to get away from them) was sort of diluted.  I didn't fancy walking back all the way to my hotel, though, as the sun, as glorious as it was, was pretty fierce.

I stopped at a water bus jetty and bought a ticket and waited in line.  The water bus arrived and I crowded on board, with a few dozen extra tourists.  At least I wasn't walking anymore.  The boat trundled back over the waves and after ten minutes arrived back at St. Marks Square.  I stayed sat on the bus until I realised that I was the only one left on it.  I quickly ran to one of the staff and asked where it was going next - back to Guidecca, it seemed.  It appeared that passengers had to dismbark and transfer to another bus at San Marco if they wanted to continue the journey up the Grand Canal.  Off the boat/bus, I was now exactly where I'd been ten thousand steps earlier.  Ah.

Salvation, however, was at hand.  I'd promised myself a gondola trip, regardless of the cost, and a line of them stood smartly close by.

With my €160 handed over, I sat back and relaxed.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - tired feet and gondola, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gondola, Venice.
We paddled our way through the small canals in the centre of the island, a transformation from the busy area near St. Marks.  It was lovely, peaceful, blissful.  Birmingham may have nine more miles of canals running through the city, but quality is better than quantity any day.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gondola, Venice.
Finally my gondola arrived back on the Grand Canal and back at my hotel.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gondola, Venice.
Back on land I retraced my steps from earlier in the day, seeking out the shop with the fanny bag and gloves.  Ten yards from the shop I could have found it in the dark, such was the sensual scent of leather that pervaded the air.  Inside was a glove-and leather-fetishists dream.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - leather gloves, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - more leather, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - a fetishists dream, Venice.
I tried on quite a few pairs of different designs and colours - as they were all hand-made they varied ever so slightly in size.

After 30 minutes I'd made my choices - I couldn't come away empty-handed from a glove shop, of course, hehehe.  And I finally got a fanny bag... of sorts.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Fanny bag for leather gloves,Venice.
After a rest back at the hotel it was soon time to head out for drinks.  I slipped into a slinky white jumpsuit, with 1930s-style flared trousers but low-cut and tight where it needed to be and stepped into the Venetian night.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
First point of call was the Chet Bar - known for great cocktails at non-Venetian prices.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
I sampled, er, a few of their specialities before strolling further on to Campo Santa Margherita piazza.  The square was very busy, but mainly with denim clad students and tourists.  I certainly got a few stares as I sauntered around the large piazza, but the bars weren't what I was looking for.  I headed back to the hotel and the art deco inspired bar.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - hotel bar, Venice.
I spent the remainder of the evening there, enjoying fantastic cocktails and sitting out the balcony overlooking the Grand Canal - a memorable end to the evening.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - hotel bar, Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
Later on, Mother Nature decided to show how a firework display should be done, as bright white and purple lightening and thunder lit up the sky for miles around.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - thunderstorm, Venice.
The next day dawned bright again.  Another glorious day, another playsuit - this time in stylish rock-punk pink leopard-print.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
I braved the steep Rialto Bridge and headed towards the designer shops.  There wasn't really anything I wanted but I wanted to see the little alleyways and bridges of central San Marco.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
I found myself back at Piazza San Marco.  Unlike yesterday, this morning it was crowded with hundreds upon hundreds of tourists - I realised I was lucky to have seen it when it was relatively quiet.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
I got away from there as quickly as I could.  Venice is all about wandering quietly, taking in the sights, wrapped in your own little bubble - the teeming hoards somewhat disrupt that.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
Back on the narrow streets off San Marco Piazza it was blissfully quiet again, the shops offering lots of lovely trinkets and goodies.

I was drawn into one shop by its window display - luxurious and sensual velvet clothing draped exquisitely over mannequins.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
Inside, it was even more opulent - stunning dresses and accessories but suitably priced for the centre of Venice.  I did, however, manage to get one memento - a lovely bumblebee brooch.  It was probably as much as my budget would allow.  Of course, being Venice, there were mask shops galore - but far, far better than anything I'd seen in the UK.  Erotic, exotic and otherworldly, they immediately made me think of sensual masked balls, identities hidden behind capes and disguises, a mysterious lingering touch before finding a quiet shadowed corner, hard cocks and wet cunts, an illicit anonymous fuck and dripping orgasm...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
I slowly headed back towards the Rialto Bridge and my hotel.  I stopped for lunch at a pretty cafe close to the Bridge itself - my only disappointment of the stay.  The food was poor, expensive, tasteless, touristy - very much at odds with the food I'd experienced so far in the city. 

Back at the hotel I rested for a few hours, exhausted by the overpowering heat.  As evening closed in I felt like I needed another excursion.  High heels and slinky dress.  Back to the hotel bar and drinks on the balcony overlooking the Grand Canal.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
After a couple of drinks at the hotel bar I headed out to explore the area near the north end of the Rialto Bridge.  It was largely full of closed or closing shops, with little in the way of bars.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
I strolled around the quiet little streets, eventually hearing the sound of rock music.  Following the thumping soundtrack of Deep Purple I found a small bar with only a few patrons.  Perfect.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
After a few songs it became apparent that they were playing tracks from Spotify, so I asked if I could pick something.  A few seconds later the quiet night was split by the opening drum thunder and chords of Led Zeppelin's 'When The Levee Breaks'.  Wonderful.

I stayed for a few more drinks before heading off into the night, slightly more drunk than when I arrived.  As I strolled back to my hotel I heard a familiar refrain starting once again - it seemed the barman liked my choice and was playing When The Levee Breaks again.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - tits, Venice.
 With it being my last night I assembled a few things to make packing easier in the morning.  Finding my new leather gloves, I slipped them on for a second.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - leather gloves,Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - leather gloves, Venice.
They felt wonderful against my naked skin, the sensual scent filling the air.  I found my vibrator, and, with my leather-gloved hands stoking my skin, ran the powerful vibrator against my clit.  I was already soaking wet.

I orgasmed, the vibrator hard against my clenching cunt and pulling at my hard nipples with my leather-clad fingers.  A delicious end to my last night in Venice.

Once cleaned, my vibrator went into my suitcase and I repacked my gloves for a safe journey home.  I crashed out finally, sinking into the huge bed.

My final morning dawned bright again.  I finished my packing and finally said goodbye to my beautiful room.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - a lovely view, Venice.
 With the hotel looking after my cases until my late evening flight, I headed back for one last exploration - this time north of the hotel.

A different Venice opened up - no less beautiful, but greener, and with more space.


Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
It was certainly an area I'd revisit if I get the chance to return to Venice.  All too soon I had to return to the hotel and await my taxi back to the airport.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Venice.
The journey back was like the inbound journey - gorgeous Grand Canal, quiet little canals back to main lagoon, then a heaving, swelling ride over the choppy waters to the airport.  Oh, and this taxi had a gash on the seat...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - last ride, Venice.
Airport processes these days are totally tedious.  I checked in, dropped my bags and headed for security.  It was chaos, with one small line marked out for five different flights.  I eventually got to the security point, plopped my carry case on the rollers ready for scanning and stepped though the metal detector.  No problems.  On the other side I was stopped by an Italian security man.

"Is this your bag?" he asked, indicating my carry-on case.  I said yes, and he took me to one side.  "You must open it for checking, something is not correct," he said.  This was something new.  I zipped open my small case and waited.  He told me to step away for the case.  Deep inside the case I could hear buzzing.  What the hell was that?  Over by the X-Ray machine the man and a security woman were looking intently at something on the screen.

Oh.  My vibrator.  Did I remove the batteries from it in my post-orgasm daze?  I couldn't remember doing so.  The buzzing carried on, but I didn't dare check any further until told to do so.  After a few minutes he came back.  "All is, er, OK," he smiled.  "There was something that flagged up, but is OK."  He waved me on.  I collected my case and quickly hastily removed the batteries out of sight of the other passengers.

Thankfully the rest of the flight went without a hitch and a few hours later I was back in Manchester... a pair of panties less, but I very nearly extended my stay in Venice thanks to a vibrator.

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