Detained at the Airport

I had this dream, a while back.  It's super fragmentary, but it was one of those dreams where I woke up to an orgasm, basically.  Sometimes I come in my sleep.  But doing so usually wakes me up.  It's a nice way to wake up.  :) 

In this dream, I am face down on the floor in the airport.  Not in some secluded special search room, but right there in the middle of the concourse, airport cop with a knee pressed into my back, every random passerby a spectator to my humiliation.  I get the impression that I've run from the cops (more cops are coming, some are just arriving on the scene at a jog.)  They think I've done something, or am carrying something, awful. 

The cop kneeling on my back pulls my arms back and cuffs them.  I'm still struggling, so he leaves his knee in my back, and he begins to search me right there in the middle of the airport, with a hundred eyes on me. I'm wearing a back bra and a white silk blouse, which is damp with sweat and has started to go translucent.  I'm also wearing pretty tight jeans, and a black thong.  The shirt and the thong have both started to ride up with my struggle, and so these spectators are treated, right off the bat, to my exposed stomach and lower back, and the tantalizing curve of my thong string, up and over my hip. 

The cop kneeling on me starts at my wrists, clamping his terrifyingly strong hands around each wrist and feeling his way up my arms.  My arms are quickly done, but the brutal thoroughness which which this has begun escalates my terror and I begin to struggle harder and cry. 

The only thing this gets me is more hands on me.  In addition to the original cop, there is now another.  The first guy, having searched my arms, is now running his hands through my short hair, and grabs a fist full of the back of my head.  With his free hand, still with a knee to my back, he begins to search every inch of my chest, by stuffing his hand down my shirt. He squeezes my breasts brutally, (checking to see if they're real?) and without even acknowledging it with a leer or any other expression, he pinches each nipple os hard I wonder that it's not bleeding.  I scream each time, but no one notices.   Another begins to search up my legs, standard, if thorough, frisking still. 

Between my nipples getting brutalized and the cop frisking my legs making his way higher and higher, I'm starting to get turned on.  Please, please, no, I think. They're surely going to eventually strip search me, and I'd die if my arousal gave me away. 

Done searching the easily searched portions of me, the cop at my legs begins digging his hands into the tops of my jeans.  This tickles horribly, but I'm pinned and unable to move, and the horrible sensation of being tickled and trapped pushes me quickly nearly to orgasm.  He goes over and over that spot, and I quietly cry into the carpet.

This is where I usually orgasm/wake up.  With the airport cop searching me, riding hard on that button of making me lose control. I promise to write the rest of the scene later....