Kavitha's Airport Adventure

Chaos theory says that a butterfly flapping its wings can result in a hurricane halfway around the world. This is a story of how an immigration examination my wife Kavitha underwent in Virginia had very embarrassing implications halfway around the world.

We had just finished a 4-week trip to India to visit family. Our family took us to the Mumbai airport, and we said goodbye. We went to the ticketing counter and checked in our 4 large suitcases - 2 for me and 2 for my wife. Security was a breeze, and soon we were at the gate waiting to board our plane. We were flying Etihad Airlines. We had a stop in Abu Dhabi, and from there we would fly home to America.

We boarded the flight and settled in. For this leg of the journey, I had claimed the window seat, and Kavitha was seated in the middle. A well-dressed handsome Indian man in a suit came and sat next to Kavitha in the aisle seat. He looked to be about 25, the same age as my wife. He introduced himself as Kumar and asked where we were from.

During the course of the conversation we learned more about him. His family was from India, but he had been born in the United States. He had graduated from law school this year and had decided to visit his grandparents in India before starting his job with the Department of Justice. As we talked further and learned more about him, I could see my wife become more excited. It turns out that he was a distant relative of Kavitha's! She had memories of visiting Kumar's grandparents when she was growing up and asked how they were. She insisted that Kumar come visit us in Virginia and she would cook him food just like his grandmother used to make. The time passed quickly and soon we were ready to land in Abu Dhabi.

Once we landed, we got off the airplane and into the Abu Dhabi airport. At most international airports, when traveling to the United States, you go through security again and then get on the airplane. At Abu Dhabi, you must also go through US Customs Preclearance at the airport before getting on your departing flight. That means that when you land in the United States, you can just collect your checked-in luggage and leave the airport just like with a domestic flight.

I, Kavitha, and our new friend Kumar all made it through security and then went to the US Customs Preclearance. There were rows of officers seated behind their windows. Each family would go to the first available officer and be processed.

Thankfully, the line was moving quickly, and soon it was our turn. I and Kavitha went together to be processed. I presented my US Passport and Kavitha's Indian passport along with her Visa. The officer asked us a few questions about where we had been and pulled up our information on his computer. He stamped my passport and handed it back. Then he typed something into the computer and turned to my wife.

"I am sorry, Ma'am, but the computer has flagged you for an enhanced screening. Please take all your carry-on bags including your husband's and follow these officers and they will take you to a more private area for your screening." As he was saying this, two large men arrived.

They escorted my wife towards a door marked "Do Not Enter: Secure Area". I tried to follow them, but the guard at the door told me to wait outside. My wife turned to give me a frightened look as she was led through the door. The door closed behind them, and I was left on the outside wondering what would happen with my wife.

I stood nervously waiting for my wife to come out, when I felt a hand on my back. It was our new friend Kumar. I quickly explained to him what had happened. "Come Vinod, let's go see what is going on with Kavitha."

He approached the guard in front of the door. "This is Kavitha's husband, and I will be acting as their lawyer." He said showing his credentials to the guard. "As is our right by law, we demand that we be present for Kavitha's screening with her permission."

The guard got on his radio, and a few minutes later, two other guards showed up. "These guards will accompany you inside," he said.

Accompanied by the two guards, we entered the secure area. There was a long hallway with a bunch of doors. The guards opened one of the doors and led us inside.

We entered a large room. In the center of the room, we could see my fearful wife accompanied by the two officers who had escorted her inside. They had our carry-on bags opened on a table and were in the process of going through them. As soon as my wife saw me and Kumar, her face lit up, and I could see her visibly relax.

One of the guards accompanying me and Kumar, walked up to Kavitha with an iPad. "Ma'am, these men say they are your husband and lawyer. They also requested to be present for your screening. Do you acknowledge their claim, and do you consent for them to witness your screening? Once you sign, they will be required by law to witness the entirety of your screening."

Kavitha was so glad to see us and so afraid that we would be sent out and she would be left alone with the officers if she did not sign, that she quickly nodded yes and signed on the iPad.

Then one of the officers with Kavitha introduced himself. "Since we have some new witnesses, let's start from the beginning. I am Officer Johnson, and this is Officer Smith. We are currently going through your carry-on luggage. This screening will be performed by myself and Officer Smith. Per your request, your husband and your lawyer will witness the entirety of your screening."

We watched as the officers carefully went through each item in our carry-on luggage. Like many travelers, we had packed an extra change of clothes in our carry-on luggage in case our checked-in luggage was delayed. I could see my wife blush when the officer pulled out her panties and bra from her suitcase and thoroughly inspect them.

Finally, the search of the luggage was completed. "We are done searching your carry-on luggage. I have requested that your checked-in luggage be brought here as well. While we are waiting, let me update your profile on our risk assessment app."

He typed some information into the iPad. After a few minutes, he turned to my wife. "Ma'am the computer has flagged you as high risk for carrying contraband. We are escalating this screening to include a strip search. I and Officer Smith will be conducting the search."

At this point, Kumar interrupted. "What do you mean, 'high risk'? On what basis is the computer flagging Kavitha?"

"Sir, the details of our risk assessment algorithms are classified. It is a matter of national security," Officer Johnson replied.

"I see you are pulling the 'national security' card. Fine. However, this search should be performed by female officers without the male guards present. I demand to speak with your supervisor!"

Officer Johnson didn't seem phased by Kumar's outburst. He spoke into his radio and a few minutes later the door opened and in walked another man.

"Hi, I am Director Yates. I heard you wanted to speak with me."

Kumar repeated his objection to having Kavitha searched by males and the male guards being present for her search. The Director listened and nodded.

He then turned to Kavitha. "Ma'am, before I came here, I looked over your information in our system. I came across your Visa application. I see that your required medical exam was performed by a doctor with the first name William, and that it was witnessed by someone named Jamal. Is that correct?"

Kavitha nodded.

"From their names, I am deducing that these are males. Is that correct?"

Kavitha nodded again.

"Finally, from the forms, I see that breast, rectal, and pelvic exams were conducted?"

Kavitha nodded and blushed.

"Based on that, I conclude that you have no deep, fundamental objection to exposing yourself to male professionals as part of a US Government sanctioned procedure. I know you would prefer a female officer, but in this office we have a severe shortage of female officers compared to male officers. At this location, many of the women that we process have deep, religious objections to being seen by any male other than their husbands. To accommodate them while still ensuring efficient operations, we reserve the use of female officers for those women. I know you would prefer to be searched by a female officer, but I am afraid I cannot accommodate a mere preference."

Kumar looked shocked.

Kavitha looked horrified and covered her mouth with her hand.

The Director continued. "However, since you are understandably nervous about being searched by male officers, let me see if I can ease your mind a little. First, if you cooperate during the search, the officers are not allowed to physically touch you. Second, since you are so nervous, I will personally remain and observe that this search is conducted in a professional and dignified manner."

"What if I refuse to be searched?" Kavitha blurted.

The Director smiled. "That would be very bad. First, since you are uncooperative, we would be authorized to forcibly restrain you and complete the search. Second, since you attempted to obstruct a US Customs procedure, you would be denied entry to the US. Finally, you would be charged under the local law with obstructing airport operations and arrested by the local police and taken to their jail."

"I am sorry. You don't need to do all that. I will cooperate," my visibly chastened wife replied.

"Smart woman. Now I will stop talking and let Officer Johnson perform the search."

Officer Johnson approached my wife. He was still holding the iPad.

"Ok Ma'am, for documentation purposes, I need you to declare the items of clothing you are currently wearing. Please include all items including footwear. For each item, also specify the color."

"I am wearing a pair of brown sandals, a white blouse, and a blue skirt," my wife replied.

"Ma'am, is that all the clothing you are wearing including underclothes?" Officer Johnson asked.

Blushing, my wife replied. "Sorry, no. I am also wearing a black bra, and black panties."

Officer Johnson went to a cabinet in the room and retrieved a cardboard box. He stood in front of my wife and put the box on the ground.

"Since this is Officer Smith's first time searching a suspect, I will be explaining the procedure to him. Let's get started. Please put your sandals in the box," he ordered.

My wife quickly took off her sandals and put them in the box. She then stood quietly awaiting further instruction.

"Ma'am, any time you are not actively following instructions, I want you to stand in the secure position. This position requires that you stand straight, with your eyes open and looking straight ahead. Your feet need to be shoulder width apart, and your hands clasped on top of your head. Please assume the secure position now!" he ordered.

My wife quickly complied.

"Excellent cooperation, ma'am," he commended her. "Now give me a minute to enter in all the information so far into the iPad."

My wife just stood looking nervously at everyone in the room while Officer Johnson entered the information in his iPad.

I am sure she was wondering how extensive this search would be. I was wondering the same thing. Officer Johnson provided the answer with his next command.

"Please put your panties in the box!"

My wife looked stunned by the request. She was hoping that she would not have to take them off at all, and certainly did not expect to remove them so soon.

However, the threat from the Director regarding what would happen if she didn't cooperate was fresh on her mind. Carefully, she reached under her skirt and begin pulling her panties down her thighs. Once she got them down to her legs, she carefully stepped out of them. She then took them and placed them in the box. Remembering her previous instructions, she resumed her secure position with her feet shoulder width apart and her hands clasped on top of her head.

Officer Johnson turned to Officer Smith. "You may be wondering why I asked for the panties so early in the search. I find that it helps set expectations. No matter what you tell people, they always assume that they will be able to keep their underwear on. Asking for their underwear as early as possible removes this misconception. In addition, this makes it easier for the person. As the search progresses, I have found that people grow more attached to their underwear. Having them remove their underwear while still wearing most of their clothes is less stressful."

While what he said may be true, I couldn't help but think that this also would also make my wife more aware of her impending nudity. Although covered by her skirt, I am sure she could feel the air on her most private parts and know that it was just a matter of time before they would be on display.

Officer Johnson then turned to Kavitha.

"Ma'am would you feel more comfortable if you could undress facing away from everyone?" he inquired.

"Yes," replied my wife.

Officer Johnson took the box and then went behind her taking Officer Smith with him.

"Ok, ma'am, keeping your hands on your head, turn around and face me!" Officer Johnson ordered.

As my wife turned to comply, he explained to Officer Smith. "When you have a lot of witnesses, like we do here, turning the suspect so she doesn't see everyone while she is disrobing can make it less stressful for her."

"Ok, ma'am, tell me what you would like to take off next?" he then asked.

Kavitha seem shocked by the question. After a few moments, Kavitha replied, "My blouse."

"Ok then, take off your blouse and put it in the box," came the order.

As Kavitha slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, Officer Johnson again explained. "Anytime you can get a suspect to participate in her own search, the better it is."

Kavitha eventually undid the buttons on her blouse, shrugged it off her shoulders, and pulled her arms out of the sleeves. She then put it into the box as instructed and resumed her secure position with her hands clasped on top of her head.

From the back, we could see her bare back with the straps of her bra. From the front, I knew the two officers could see my wife's ample cleavage spilling sexily out of her bra.

"Excellent cooperation ma'am, and great job remembering to resume the secure position! Now, what item would you like to remove next?"

My wife thought longer this time. Unlike the last time, there was no way she could avoid exposing one of her private parts. Either her breasts or her pussy would be exposed to the two officers. Finally, she answered, "My bra." She was obviously wanting to keep her pussy hidden as long as possible.

"Actually, let's take off your skirt instead," said Officer Johnson.

My wife gasped in surprise, but I knew that this was the officer making sure he wasn't entirely predictable and showing that he was the one in charge, not my wife.

Kavitha put her hands in the elastic waistband of her skirt and pushed it down her thighs and let it fall to the floor around her legs. She stepped out of it, and then quickly bent down, picked up her skirt, and put it in the box as ordered.

However, this time she did not return to her secure position. I could not see her hands, but from the position of her arms, I knew she was using them to cover her pussy. Surprisingly, Officer Johnson did not say anything about resuming the secure position.

Although, she was able to hide her pussy for now from the officers in front, her naked ass was completely exposed to me, Kumar, our two guards, and Director Yates. My wife Kavitha had an ass to die for, and looking around, I could see that that opinion was shared by my fellow observers.

However, her pussy's chance to stay hidden was drawing to a close. "Take off your bra!" came the final order.

Kavitha reached back with both hands to undo her bra, exposing her pussy for the first time to the two officers conducting the strip search. The more experienced Officer Johnson maintained an air of professionalism and did not react other than a quick glance at her pussy. Officer Smith on the other hand, openly stared wide-eyed at Kavitha's crotch.

Kavitha moved quickly to take off her bra and place it in the box. Observing her posture from the back, I knew that Kavitha was trying to use her hands to cover her breasts and pussy.

"Ma'am, thank you for your cooperation so far. Now that you are done carrying out my instructions, what position are you supposed to be in?" Officer Johnson inquired.

"Secure position," my wife said softly. I knew she must be blushing as she moved her feet to shoulder width and clasped her hands on top of her head.

I heard Officer Smith take a sharp breath and watched as a lustful grin formed across his face as he witnessed Kavitha's full-frontal nudity. Officer Johnson, continued to maintain a professional decorum, and other than a slight smile, did not act differently.

"Now that you are completely disrobed, and in the secure position, we will examine your clothing." Officer Johnson continued.

He then slowly and thoroughly examined each piece of clothing.

After a few minutes, he was done.

"Ma'am, your clothing all looks good. Now let us continue the search."

Just as he said this, the door burst open. I looked back from my seated position towards the door. I saw that a guard had opened the door. Behind him were two porters pushing a large cart with our luggage on it.

"Here is the suspect's luggage you requested. You need to quickly search it so we can get it back on the flight and not cause a delay." The guard stated.

"You are right, let's take care of this first, "said Officer Johnson as he instructed the porters to put the luggage on the table behind Kavitha.

"Ma'am, would you prefer to turn around and observe us as we search your luggage, or would you prefer remaining in your current position facing away from us?" he inquired.

I knew the last thing my wife wanted to do was turn around and expose herself completely to all of us. It was bad enough that all these strangers were seeing her naked ass. "I can stay like I am," she replied.

"Officer Grant, may I ask you a favor?" he asked the guard who had accompanied the porters.

"Sure, go ahead," came the reply.

"While I and Officer Smith conduct the search of the luggage, would you mind coming here and guarding the suspect during the search."

"I would be happy to!" the guard replied enthusiastically as he joined Officers Johnson and Smith in front of my wife. I saw Kavitha clench her ass cheeks in embarrassment as she was exposed fully to yet another male, but despite her embarrassment, she remained in the secure position.

"Ok, ma'am. I am Officer Grant and I will be guarding you during the search of your luggage. You are to remain in the secure position and keep your eyes open looking straight ahead," the guard instructed. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," squeaked my humiliated wife.

Officers Johnson and Smith went behind Kavitha to the luggage. Each item was taken from the suitcases and then inspected and placed on a table. The porters stayed by the suitcases passing the time by ogling Kavitha's naked ass.

Once everything was inspected, Officer Johnson turned to the porters. "Quickly pack everything back in the suitcases and get them back on the plane!" As he was saying this, he and Officer Smith moved back in front of my wife.

Spurred by his order, the porters quickly finished re-packing the suitcases and loaded them back on the cart. They opened the door and pushed the cart through the doorway. Because the porters were distracted by looking back at my naked wife, they got the cart jammed in the doorway. It took them a minute to get the cart unjammed and through the doorway. During this time, my wife was exposed to anyone in the hallway outside our room. I saw a woman being escorted by two female guards. Behind them was her husband escorted by a third female guard. He paused outside the open door and stared in shock at my wife. Slowly a smile formed across his face, and his eyes crawled over my wife's naked flesh. Finally, the porters were able to get the cart through the doorway, and the door swung shut ending his voyeurism.