My Old Job
 

I used to work for a well known UK airline as cabin crew.

I have a huge sex drive and basically can't get enough of it! I'm female, 29, blonde, slim and all the features of a proper trolly dolly!!

I have so many stories of things I have done and what I have got up to on airplanes and while away overseas. I will be more than happy to share some if people are interested.

Here are a few brief things of you could expect......

Always wore stockings but no knickers, sitting opposite passengers on a jump seat and flashing my pussy.

Going into the flight deck during the flight and stripping off.

Parties while away with other crew getting naked, drunk games and general naughtiness.

Sucking off a passenger in a toilet for a "present" from the duty free magazine!

Let me know if you want me to post more.

I have requested and asked if anyone on here has any pictures of other girls who are cabin crew in their uniform or even naked ones of them out of uniform if they work for a uk airline. you might have guessed I like both men and women!!

K
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I'd love to hear more detailed stories. Thanks!

Would love to hear more stories. Possibly a few pics too ?

Airline information
 

Hi

Love to see your stories. Whats the naughtiest thing you've ever done?

Newbury

Ex-girl friends tales
 

Pam
Airline Bet
Sun Jul 3, 2005 13:24
62.254.64.12

After a lot of persuading by my boy friend I’ve decided to post an account of what happened to me about two years ago now.

You may remember in the English newspapers and news broadcasts the story of the airline hostess who ran around a plane in her underwear. Well that’s not me. But she’s to blame for what happen to me.

I work as a airline hostess. I have for about six years now. At the time I’d been working as a hostess for about 4 years. A friend moved to a new airline, I won’t say the name, but it’s a budget airline flying short-hall to European cities.

I remained with my airline its main rival. I’m sure you can filling the two appropriate names. Normally, because of the way air space is divided up no two companies fly to the same destination. They are the odd exceptions and I’m sure the airplane buffs reading this will work out from the limited details given here which destination is the most likely.

All had went well for a few weeks after my friend had left. We where use to crew coming and going between the two airlines. This meant that we often socialised together. This particular night we where out celebrating a leading crews 35th birthday when a light heart argument started about the journey time from a provincial airport to a major European city centre.

You see we flew into one airport and the other company flew into another the argument was about which route got you to the city centre quickest. My company’s fly time was shorter because our air port lay north of the city. The other company’s fly time was longer but they where closer to the city centre by about 15km.

Without going into a blow by blow account of the argument one of the technical crew said why don’t we have a race. When’s the next time both company’s are schedule to fly at about the same time. This was very quickly worked out by comparing rosters for the next week. We where due to fly at 15:00 on the Thursday and the others at 15:20. This would ensure near similar air conditions.

It was decided that an independent ground crew would record the time that air traffic control said “clear for take off”. It was arranged that the arrival time would be the time on the clock of a certain bar frequented by aircrew. The owner would certify the time of arrival. We then phone for the take off time and compare times.

Now then the pilots being pilots started putting money on which would be fastest. The pot soon became very rich and the five hostess there complained that they didn’t have that sought of money to waste. Then some helpful little sod from the ground catering services said “Why don’t you bet your uniforms like the BA girl”.

Well that just did it. The pilots weren’t taking no for an answer and being very drunk now we readily agreed. The next day being sober and Tuesday I figured that it would all be forgotten about. I wasn’t flying that day so spent the day shopping. The next day I was rostered to fly four sectors to Dublin and back. One of the girls from my company who was at the party was on the same sectors and surprised me when she mentioned the bet and the arrangements for paying up.

You see I was rostered on the plane for my company but the other two girls where not flying that sector that day. Likewise my friend was not rostered to fly that day but the other girl from their airline was. Whilst I’d been off it was agreed that which ever crew lost the other crew would pay the price as follows.

Those flying could perform the forfeit on the day, those not flying could perform the forfeit on their next schedule flight or the next time they flow to the destination. An alternative had been requested by the other crew and was with a slight adjustment also excepted.

Thursday arrived and I’d finished my morning sector and transferred to the afternoon flight. My stomach was queasy as hell. It twitched. I had cramps and that horrible need to run to the little girls room every few minutes. As take off time approached I settled down a bit to busy with the job to think about it. My stomach was still in that empty feel state but I was too busy to really notice it.

Has we landed I kind of remembered the added significance of the flight. It then stroke me to ask the captain how we where doing. Five behind schedule but the others hadn’t landed yet but seemed 0 minutes ahead of schedule. I tried to work the maths but realised why I was a hostess and not a pilot.

We’d arranged that our standbys would do the run into town. One of us would go through crew clearance and hand over a flight tag. This way they couldn’t get a head start because they need to have the flight tag signed by the bar owner. I was the one chosen to be off the plane with the first passenger and clear flight crew clearance so that when they appeared I’d hand over the flight tag.

Well to day of all days crew clearance was a little slow so when I got through the first passenger was already through and making across the arrivals lounge. I handed over the tag and my standby a very fit steward dashed off. They guys had a pot of over £1,000 on this so they where really hyped up doubly.

There was nothing to do but return to the plane and wait. We busied ourselves turning the plane around for the last leg home. Normally, on short-hauls you turn around at the gate. This day due to one of the gates being out of commission you where pushed back to turn around in the taxi slot then pushed back onto a gate. This meant instead of 3o minutes to 40 minutes turn around we had two hours to wait. The passengers would be very miffed at the delay.

The phone in the cabin rang. It was the bar owner to confirm the arrival time of both planes to us. He then confirmed the arrival times to the other crew. Our guy had beat the other standby by about four minutes. Well in raw time they had arrived first. But once the maths was done my face dropped a bit.

My Flight Other Flight

15:03 15:25 Clear

16:48 17:04 Land

17:16 17:20 Bar


You need to subtract 60 minutes for time difference at this point.

1hr 13mins 0hrs 55mins

Now on any day 1hr 13mins was a good journey time. 55mins was just unbelievable. Well fowl was called. And a heated argument started over the phone. Suddenly our Captain said “Double or quits” and after some mumbles and a phone call to the others back in base the pot was doubled.

Now this is when things get out of hand. Our engineer says to me, “Don’t worry we’ll make sure you keep your kit on but I’d really like to see ****** in the buff so how’s about that’s your ante.”.

Well I said no way was I risking it. But the crew talked me into it. The captain explained how it would be simple to beat them on the return journey because they would believing first having no gate problems. They hit the landing rush hour and would end up circling for ages. We’d leave later and fly straight in. I reluctantly agreed as did the others out of some sense of pride and common belonging. I think by now some of the management and other staff around at base realised from all the phoning and e-mailing that something was going down.

The atmosphere seemed much more tense.

Well the others flew off just a little behind schedule. The return flight would be based on flight time plus clean time and all crew being back in the terminal. Since our flight time was 10 minutes shorter naturally. Being how we had shorter distance to fly we where given a 10 minute penalty. The two times would be added together.

We eventually got underway. Has we approached for landing we tidy up much more thoroughly than usual so that we’d be able to sign the plane off and clear crew clearing and be back in terminal quicker. We where sure the others would have done the same. We landed and signed the plane off ago 10 minutes quicker than normal. We dashed into the terminal and being the last but one flight home found it unusually crowded. My friend and the off duties had appeared and there was a good few ticket crew and a couple of junior managers from each airline. The other schedule plane to land just before us was clearing into terminal just as we where.

“Well” said the ground technical chief “I suppose you want to know the results”.

We all waited anxiously me with painted breath.

My flight Other flight

20:10 18:31 Clear

20:30 18:47 Land

This way on you have to add on 60 minutes because of time difference.

1hr 20 minutes 1hr 16 minutes

With the previous totals added to this you get.

2hrs 33mins 2hrs 11mins

Well my face dropped. The others cheered like anything. The guys dished out their cash from their wallets and it was distributed to the winners. Pretty expansive about £70 each on average. All eyes turned to me and I’ll call her Sandra.

“Well you two time to pay up” the captain of the victorious crew said.

“You don’t expect us to really do it, do you” Sandra asked being married and much older than me but still what the guys considered a good looker.

Everyone nodded.

“I’m glad to see you three are taking this well” the head purser of the other crew said.

There was a bit of a confused looked. Then pennies dropped.

“No way” said Karen our head purser, “The bets between them” pointing between me and Sandra and my friend and the other two crew. Heads where shaken. “No” said our captain “The return bet was made clear. That all hostess would put their uniforms in, in lieu of cash and the two of you would up the ante with your undies”.

Well various little arguments broke out. Which where settled by Magnus. He’d worked for both airlines and was respected by all, having achieved the position of ground team supervisor. It was decided that we’d all have to do the forfeit equally and that would be topless. The forfeit would be done none so no one could weasel their way out. Since the only forfeit that would work now was the alternative forfeit requested by the other crew that was to be done with a slightly different adjustment.

The ground chief led the way to the ground crew standby room. Two of the fire crew where just finishing and going off watch the airport closing early. It often does on Thursdays. They realised something was afoot and where soon filled in on it.

We found ourselves outside under the viewing deck overhang. “Right then get ready” my friend said with a smile that I vow to wipe off her face one day.

I undid the two buttons of my uniform jacket hands trembling. “I’ll just die if my husband finds out about this” Sandra said. “God, if mind finds out about it he’ll demand a re-run” Karen said. Everyone just laughed.

My jacket off I reached behind and unhooked the little button at my neck which kept my high collared top in place. My stomach sank and the air want quiet with expectation. This undone I reached for my tops sides and pulled it up revealing my bare stomach. Karen had pushed off her shoes but the other two where doing like me. Sandra being in mufty had on a dress which now was off her shoulders revealing bra and being pushed carefully over her waist to avoid her thong being accidentally pushed down.

I pulled my top off as did the others Karen catching up with us. A cramp made my abdomen tuck as my bra clad breast came into show. You could feel as well as hear the change in the men’s breathing. I could imaging a stirring elsewhere which just made my lower areas respond. We all stood their in regulation white bras. All different yet the same. Karen was a very sexy lacy see-through which showed her nipples clearly in the dim exterior light of the airport. Sandra was in black underwear being off duty. She like most of us rebelled against the uniform white when off duty.

Sandra reached behind her back and unhooked her bra whilst slipping out of her shoes. She’s have to stand their topless for a while whilst we finished undressing. I slipped out of my shoes and so did the others still wearing them. I reached for my skirts button at the same time, the others waiting until they had their shoes off. Sandra now pulled her bra clear. “Way to go girl” some one from the crowd said. A few whistles and sights and breathed whispers.

We now pushed our skirts down. Our tights ensuring that our knickers stayed in place. All regulation white. Karen’s was a thong, so two was (we’ll call her Jennifer) one of the other girls. Whilst the other girl Candice had a g-string. Very, well, umm.

We all came up together from removing our skirts and reached for our bra’s. My stomach was now tight. I was having difficulty breathing. I felt sick and frilled together. I need the toilet. Suddenly the tension was gone from my bra and it lunged forward. I’d not been consciously aware of undoing it. I now slipped into some surreal mode. Some looking down on myself mode. The events where happening to someone else.

The bra slipped from my body and the chill stung my nipples. The nipples which had already grown to poke through the material of the bra now responded violently to the chill of the autumn night air. I looked around and saw five topless women stood on the near tarmac of a run way.

“Go” someone shouted. I just seemed to stand for a moment then realised that Karen was off running and Sandra bashed into me as she got under way. I seemed to snap too and just started running. I did not know where. I was just running as part of the pack. The fog of my mused state cleared and suddenly I realised what I was doing.

My breasts where flaying around crashing into each other and my body. I was running like hell topless across a airport taxi space to circle the two planes parked up. My mind cleared further to realise that Karen and Sandra where a head of me and Jennifer and Candice behind. I looked behind and saw that Jennifer and Candice where shielding their breasts. More for comfort than embarrassment.

Jennifer had lovely big breast, 38dd. They where silicon aided so had that stuck on bulge south of look. Candice was 38dd as well, but hers where very natural. Jennifer tanned at a salon regularly, topless, I knew this. Candice tanned, but the white bits gave away the secret. Although still in tights and undies I knew that certainly Jennifer was clean shaven. A earlier forfeit of a few months ago told me that.

This was my first time at doing anything like this. But it wouldn’t be my last.

Karen’s breast where more mature. She’d been pregnant as evidenced my her large brown nipples but had no children. I wondered why momentarily taking my mind off the fact I was topless nearing the tail of the first aircraft my only cover over a good 50 yards away. They where like boat keels, round u-shaped bottoms with a open book spine up upper breast.

Sandra’s where small and perky. Her red nipples confirm as with Jennifer and Candice her childless status. Mine well mind where my pride and joy. 40cc. Just proportioned nicely to my 5ft 8inch frame. They where round right cherry coconut cakes. The nipple being the red cherry on top. They flayed in time and rhythm to my body movement as I dashed between planes panting out of breath.

I wished I’d retained my shoes now. The hard concrete pondered my nylon feet. My breathing was becoming difficult with the exertion. My body was chilled with the night air. I was now aware for the first time of the cheering of the crowd of spectators. I suddenly felt panic at all my workmates seeing my naked breasts. How would I cope the next time that a captain looked up at me from his seat, right into my breast line. He would have to image anymore. I turned to run the last length back to the overhang and my mind screamed. FLASH! FLASH! Bloody hell some bastard had a camera. I speed up the cold air searing my lungs has I drew it in to run faster. I never thought to cover myself, not sure why.

I collapsed doubled over when I reached the overhang. My breast held firm even in my stooped state. My three times a week work out seeing to that. I drew breath hard and raised up. My breast stuck out and a further barrage of Flashes reached me. I now covered in embarrassment and turned away. The others huddled around me and the other women holding our clothes approached and help us to dress.

I did not bother with my bra. It would take too long and prevent my lungs from filing. I quickly reached my arms above my head and tugged on my top. This gave for a few moments a great side view of my breast to the crowd. The other except Sandra who just stepped into her dress where trying to fiddle with bras giving a real spectacle of themselves. It was another god few minutes before our skirts where on and we looked like air hostess again rather than topless models.

The next few sectors where terrible. Every time I caught a male crew looking at me I just felt so embarrassed. I blushed and flushed. I went weak at the knees and trembles. My breathing slowed and my body was like electricity. My nipples rose which they all noticed making things worse. My clitoris also betrayed me. On one occasion my mind played hypnotic tricks on me. I looked down and actually saw my naked body in the middle of the main gangway, plane full of passengers. I breathed in sharply and covered myself in classic ENF. The passengers nearby must have wondered if it was safe to fly in a plane crewed by an obvious mad women.

Well that’s my little tale. I have two more which I’ll think about writing up. Bye for now. And if your flying in low cost to thrills UK airline out of a region airport to mainland Europe you never know. It might be a race with uniforms or a lot more riding on it.

Ex-Gf tales
 

Pam
Piggy's Airline
Sat Jul 23, 2005 11:33
62.254.64.12

Hi All

Here’s my next little adventure.

It was Christmas 2003. The airlines had been badly affected by 9/11 the previous two years. The warnings of further terrorist acts hadn’t helped passenger numbers. 2003 was busy again at latest and that was good. We’d laid off staff over the last two years and I’d come perilously close to being made redundant myself. So this up turn was good news.

I was rostered onto our Bonn flight on Christmas Eve. Four sectors in the day. The first sector was heaving. The second return sector was delayed due to overwhelming number of passengers trying to board. As usual the ticket staff had issued more tickets than seats in stand-by. So they had to wait until reserved seats where taken or cancelled before they could embark stand-by’s. This meant we missed a slot for our second outward sector. It would be another late night.

Staff where already in Christmas sprit. We had tinsel around our necks, little Santa Clause hats. The pilot and co-pilot had red noses and reindeer horns. Passengers where drinking more than normal, being a bit rowdy but not in a dangerous or bad humoured way. Party poppers where popping all over the place. The cabin would be a mess and take ages to clean.

Missing our outward slot meant we’d have to wait for a end slot, It looked like we’d not be getting home until Christmas day. Then we had some unusual luck. Every once in a while a unique set of circumstances mean that you find yourself without passengers. This was one of them. We’d be flying back light. This meant we could clean the cabin fully and with a little luck make it home this side of Christmas.

We left Bonn seat forward and as soon as we where airborne and on auto pilot the flight crew open the secure door so we could all chat. Melody who was young and in high spirits suggested a game of something to pas the time. This is always a bad idea. Pilots, love to gamble, poker is second nature to them. So’ it did surprise me when they both suggested that. The three cabin staff and purse said no way. We’re not paid nearly as much as them. Melody said she was thinking more of charades, or blind mans buff, which made us all laugh.

“What about piggy’s” the pilot said.

“No way” I and the purse said together in a very loud and sharp voice so that the others looked at us.

“It’s a stupid game and the consequences are to……” I couldn’t think what the consequences where but I knew I didn’t want to get involved.

I’d never played piggy’s but a lot of the air crew had. It was a silly game. You each got dealt a card face down. You didn’t no what the card was nor did anyone else. You’d then take it in turns turning over all the remaining cards. You had to work out which cards where missing. The little piggy’s. You then got dealt another card face up. You had to say if this card was a wolf or a farmer. If it was higher than your card and you said a wolf that was fine. If you said it was a farmer and it was lower than your card that was fine. If you mismatched you had to do a forfeit which was determine by your piggy.

Well the other’s where so intrigued by this strange game that they wanted to play. Reluctantly, I and the purser agreed saying we didn’t want to hear any gossip about this around the terminal.

We moved into the flight deck and found a spot, the flight crew turning around. You might be concern now about air safety. Don’t be. The pilots don’t fly the plane the computer do. Their just along for the ride. In fact our airbus can take off, land, and fly on auto-pilot. It doesn’t because the auto-pilot is not very considerate of passengers and its take-offs and landings although by the book would make most passenger never fly again.

We each received our first card. We then one by one turned over the cards remaining. You had to figure out by remembering what had been turned over what the piggy’s where. At the end of the turning over. We each wrote down which seven cards we thought where missing. On the back of each we wrote down a forfeits. These where then sorted. We all agreed on four cards. Then various numbers of us agreed or disagreed on the other three. This meant that there was 10 different cards thought to be piggy’s.

We where now dealt our wolves or farmers. I decided to go for a farmer. My logic being that the four cards agreed upon where, ace of spades, queen of clubs, jack of hearts, and 9 of spades all high cards. I figured there was more chance of getting a lower card because more where left in the pack. The cards not agreed on where. 8 of clubs, 7 of hearts, 6 of diamonds and spades, 3 of diamonds, and 2 of hearts.

We turned our piggy’s over and my face dropped. I had the 9 of spades but had drawn the queen of diamonds a wolf but had called a farmer. I was in good company, Melody had drew the jack of hearts called a wolf and got a 7 of clubs. Jan had called farmer got a four of diamonds but her piggy quite unexpectedly to her was the 2 of hearts. The purse had also cried wolf, another name for this game, but got a farmer. Having the 3 of diamonds. Sydney the remaining cabin crew had cried farmer with a 8 of clubs as piggy but got a ace of diamonds. The flight crew called correctly to their piggy’s so they where safe and not eaten. I think you’ll understand the logic of the game now.

Now comes the horrible bit. The forfeits. I knew that mine where quite tame but I wasn’t sure about the flight crew’s. Melody was to go first having the fattest piggy. She drew a piece of paper from the pile. For face really was a picture.

“Strip down to your under wear and kiss each member of the opposite sex on the lips”.

Melody blushing stood and stepped out to the main cabin where there was more room. She slipped off her shoes then reached behind and unhooked her back button of her top. She pulled it up and off revealing a simple, but delightful plain white bra. The flight deck was obviously, if you know what I mean, delight too. Melody reached behind and unbutton then unzipped her skirt. She slowly pushed it down to reveal that she was wearing tights over her white knickers. I’d expected a skimpy pair but no they where nice elegant matching briefs. She now placed her hands in the top of the waistband and rolled them down and off. Now just in underwear she walked back into the cockpit and kissed first the captain. In his early 50’s. Then the co-pilot in his late 40’s. Melody would be 20.

My turn next. I took a deep breath and drew a piece of paper.

“Go to the rear galley and strip off, then serve the flight deck in just your apron and heels.”

“Oh, shit” I thought. I put my head into my hands and just blushed. The rest where in hysterics. I stood and slowly walked to the rear of the plane. My stomach in knots. I couldn’t believe I was going through with this. Everything was in slow motion. The air conditioned air of the cabin, the engine hum, and unreal-ness of an empty cabin made it seem dreamlike. I arrived at the rear galley and thought for a moment about what I was about to do.

I felt the spasm in my abdomen, breathed and began by undoing my neck clasp. That undone I slowly pulled up the top to reveal, thankfully, to know one my regulation white bra. I placed the top on the side. I slipped out of my shoes, then reached behind my back for my skirt’s clasp and zip. Soon my skirt was around my ankles and I stepped out of it. I was stood there just in nylons and underwear. I now rolled down my nylons, and then placed my hand over my mouth while I had brief second thoughts. What would my boyfriend think. Gosh what if dad found out.

I took a deep breath and decided that being call a chicken was worse. Crews can be merciless. I reached for my bra and unhooked it. I now pulled it off my body to be stood there topless. I thumbed my knickers also regulation white and pushed them down slowly. I was now naked.

I reached for the apron and put it on. Thankfully it covered all essentials except my bottom. I’d be walking towards the others so it would not be on show. Gosh, until I turned around. I prepared tea and coffee to the crews liking and set a tray. I breathed deeply as I picked it up heart pounding.

I stepped out from the galley and walked slowly down the plane’s cabin. I could see Melody still just in underwear smiling at me. The pilot and co where twisted around in their seats looking right down the gangway at me.

Sydney (female) the purser and Jan where stood in the door gangway and has I cleared the central pillar they got their first glimpse of me and started cheering. The walk to the front seemed to take forever. Once I’d arrived I served the cabin staff. Then realised I was now about to flash my bottom at them as I stepped into the cockpit. The other women, made certain untrue comments about my butt. The captain and first each took a little liberty as I turned away. The little pats made me blush.

I expected to have to go and change after this. But realised that Melody was still stood in underwear. So figured that I’d have to stay like this until, who knows when. The flight deck confirm this when they said as much and that it was Sydney to go next.

Sydney was older than myself, Jan, and Melody. She was 31 I think, certainly, in her 30’s as apposed to our 20’s. The Purser Loraine was 43 I think. Sydney drew a piece of paper.

‘Land the plane naked’.

Obviously, this was meant for the pilot and co-pilot. But that did not stop the game. The co said that Sydney could sit it the stoop. A fold away chair whilst they where landing. Sydney blushed bright red. There was some discussion as to weather she should strip now or not. It was decided that she should strip has we made final approach.

The Purser was next. She reached into the appropriate pot of papers and drew one out.

‘Strip to your knickers only and run down the aisle. No covering’.

The purser blushed deep crimson. I think if she’d been first to go with that, or any of us for that matter, it would have ended the game. But after Melody and mine, and the fact Sydney hadn’t complained about hers, I think Loraine was kind of pressed into it. So, she stood and stripped down to just her knickers as fast as she could to get it over with. She was off down the aisle right to the end running as fast as the cabin would allow. I could see her breasts swinging from side to side past the obstruction of her back. On turning her magnificent breast where on full show and swing.

Jan now looked apprehensive. She picked out a piece of paper.

‘Strip naked”

That was it.

Jan stood slowly. Looking very embarrassed already. Head down and red faced. I could see the tremble in her hands. She slowly, which added to her torment and ours undressed. Each item seeming to take longer than the rest. When she was down to nylons and underwear, the flight deck started to slow clap. We joined in, and a chorus of “Off, off, off” started. Jan eventually stood naked covering her breast and pubic area. Loraine wasn’t having any of that and made her stand with her hands by her side. She slowly turned around in the flight deck and we all had a good look.

We just stood their not sure what to do now. The captain said we’d be on final approach in 10 minutes. So we just sat down and chatted about Christmas. It was such a unreal setting. Melody in just underwear, me in just a apron, Loraine topless and not covering. Her breast where very impressive. Pointed boat keel type. Jan naked. Nice trimmed pubic hair. Little dumpling breasts.

“Time to strip” the co shouted and Sydney stood.

She decided that having seen Loraine’s quick strip and Jan’s slow one. That quick was best. She was soon naked and dashing into the cockpit. She had love firm, average, young breasts. Her black pubes where wild and unkempt. I bet she takes more pride in their appearance now. I certainly, do. After my first strip, for weeks, months after I always made sure I’d look good. After this adventure I never go out without looking my best nude. Her bottom was heaven.

We landed and whilst the captain taxied we’d hurried to make ourselves presentable to ground crew. Still when I open the door to the landing master, I could help blushing at the thought of him just seeing me in a apron.

Airline frivolities
 

Great start ladies. Very arousing. But no pics. At least you could have shown us a modern day example.

Any chance of an example?

Newburypark

Someone was bound to say it so it might as well be me... Pictures? This is a photo forum after all... ;)
Would love to see the snaps.

Great stories btw, loved em.:D

Very sexy stories! If you've got more to tell, I'd love to hear them! :)

Uk Cabin Crew
 

I'm glad some of you liked my post. Here goes then with a little more detail about a few things us girls get up to!

Barbados - It's hot, there is a room party and everyone is drinking having fun. For a dare a few of the girls were asked if they would take all there clothes off and just wear their high vis waistcoat tabbards. well myself (kate) and 3 others accepted the dare for free drinks for the whole trip. The 3 of us went and got our high vis vest's brought them back to the room stripped in the bathroom and then spent the next couple of hours wearing nothing else but that. Everyone was laughing and having fun and you could see our pussy's out the bottom. After a lot more rum things started to turn a little naughty with touching, kissing and one of the girls gave this guy a blow job in the room in front of everyone and made him cum in a glass which was then added to another girls rum punch!

While I was naked (apart from my vest!) i was chatting to this other girl (who was clothed) and her boyfriend. Cutting a long story short we went back to their room and had a threesome. Her boyfriend was standing there wanking while me and her were touching and licking each other all over.

Rum Punch + heat + cabin crew = nakedness and sex!!

xx

wow that was really cool!!! keep them coming...

From Russia with Love
 

Pam
From Russia with Love
Sun Aug 5, 2005 13:24
62.254.64.12

When I first started in the airline industry I had a lot of debt from university. A from said they knew a way for us to make some extra money. No nothing illegal. There was a private airline company operating from our main airport. The operated Gulf Stream Jets and flew businessman and so on around the place. They often needed cabin crew since they didn’t keep them on permanent staff. I’d done a few short hops flying businessmen to Brussels etc. Then the owner said he had a great job if I was free. It was to fly out with a businessman to some unpronounceable place in Russia and fly back. Stag was he was staying for the weekend but accommodation would be provided for the flight crew and some pocket money. The job paid what it would take me a week of intensive flying to make.

When I arrived at the airport to meet up with the crew and passenger I was surprised to find that the captain was a 36 year old American blonde. She was very tall, long legs, and had a killer figure. Now we cabin crew where not use to competition from the flight deck. The co-pilot was a young 28 year old RAF pilot doing the job on the QT. The other cabin staff was my friend Lynn. She was a little older than me at the time being 25 years old.

When we arrived in Russia we where taken to our accommodation. It was a big let down. In effect it was a Porta-cabin in a wood. We where so tied we could complain that night. Next morning I awoke still a bit confused to surroundings. I get out of my bunk bed. Each of the six bedrooms had a double bunk and a cupboard. I here water running and figure well at least there’s hot water. I struggle out of bed and head in its direction hoping there would be more than one facility.

I gets to a door and hear the water behind it. Given the proportions of the cabin I figure that the door leads to a few smaller cubicals like the bedroom area. I push the door open and step in side. The wall to my right as three shower heads. To my left was a bath tub, then four toilet stalls. The room was full of steam confirming hot water. Then I realised thus as the nude shape turned around that it was the young co-pilot.

“Hi, come and join me” he said.

Shocked I mumbled “No thanks I can wait and beat a hasty retreat.

Once we had all woke up and washed and got our heads on straight we checked the fridge for food. We found a box of Russian money and a note in English with a map. Basically a village was about a mile away and we could get what we needed there. We four set off and found the village brought some provisions including vodka and returned to the hut. There was no TV or radio so we just sat around talking. The vodka was opened and we began drinking.

Well the talking got innuendo then just plain raunchy then quite pornographic. Then still being board the pilot said, “let’s see if there are any cards”. We looked around and found a dirty, tatty pack but they’d have to do.

Well it was long before a strip game was suggested. It was to be a simple lowest card loses an article. The winner of the had got to say what you took off. I lost first and it was my white blouse. So I was sat there in my white bra. Then the co-pilot lost his shirt very tanned and nice. Then the co-pilot lost again and it was a shoe. Then my friend lost and it was her blouse and she’s in a white bra too. Next it was me again and the bra is gone and I’m trying to cover best I could. Next the captain loses and she’s minus her shirt to reveal a white bra. Then I lose again my skirt this time to be in tan tights and white panties. Next I’m minus the tan tights. Then the co-pilot loses his other shoe. Then my friend loses her bra. I was feeling better now. Next the Captain loses her bra. Much better. Then my friend loses her skirt. Next the captain loses a shoe. Then I’m the first stripped naked. Then my friend loses her tights. The Captain loses her other shoe. Then the co-pilot loses his belt. Then the Captain loses her slacks. Then I lose but have nothing left so its forfeit time. Well the winner was the captain and she did not spare sisterly love.

I had to run across the track that led up to the cabin. The front door opened onto a platform then steps at each end went down to the ground. There was a green patch of land about 20 feet wide then a brown dirt track about 10 feet wide then a metal cylinder thing. I had to go and touch it. The captain wasn’t satisfied with just running nude it had to be hands free full show.

Next to lose was my friend to be naked. Followed by the co-pilots trousers. Then the Captain’s tights. Then my friend and I lost. The winner the Captain she smiles and does not spare our blushes when we have to kiss each other passionately. Well that’s fine except she wants us to do it on the concrete stand that the metal cylinder was on. So holding each others hand we make our way over to the concrete and step up on it. We kiss passionately until the captain and co-pilot are satisfied.

Well the winner is the co-pilot relieving the Captain of her panties. So he as three naked females at his disposal what does he do. Since we’d agreed sex was out. He as the three of us make love on the floor in front of him. It was my first real lesbian fling. It was great. The co-pilot joined us and some how the no sex rule got broke. He had each of us in turn and we each had him. It was a great orgy.

Going to bed together was out since the bunks where all we had. So we retired to our own rooms.

Next morning we weren’t so shy in the showers. I got in first and decided to have a bath. The bath was filed by you filling a big metal barrel thing which you then heated. Once it was hot you released a tap on the side to fill the tub. I’d just climbed in when the captain came in. Completely naked. She asked if she could join me and climbed in. We where busy chatting and washing each other when the co-pilot came in and reminded me just how well hung he was. My friend then joined us and stood in pants and bra chatting away.

“Take your kit off and join me the co-pilot said who was just starting a shower. My friend did just that.

It wasn’t long before they where both at it right in front of us. Once the co-pilot had satisfied her he came over to us. I gave him a blow job whilst the Captain enjoyed herself with her hand. Once he was hard he told us both to get out and kneel doggy style. He had my friend join us and he sent the three of us to heaven.

We where leaving for the plane when the co-pilot said that he still had a forfeit to collect. This was true the rule said one for each naked person. We soon found ourselves naked below the waist line handing over our panties as a souvenir.

A Fond Memory...
 

Probably twenty years ago, I was flying from Heathrow to Frankfurt and had severly hurt one ankle in a fall, so I was on crutches. I was preboarded to give me a bit more time, and fortunately I was in first class. One of the gate agents brought my briefcase on board, following me, and gave it to a lovely dark haired flight attendent. She was short, maybe 5 foot 1 or 2 inches tall, and asked if I would need the case during the flight, and I said no, I was hoping to take a nap. She put the briefcase on the seat in front of me, and when she put her foot on the seat to be able to lift herself high enough to put the case in the overhead compartment, her skirt rose to show lovely bronze stocking tops, then her curly triangle. She saw me staring, and stayed like that for a moment, and asked if I would like anything else. I looked at her eyes and she was smiling, and I said yes but this probably wasn't the place, as we could hear others being welcomed on the flight behind us. She stayed busy most of the flight, but before we landed, she had one of the other flight attendents get my case for me, so I would not forget it. When she walked by, I told her I was disappointed that she hadn't gotten it for me, and she squatted next to me and rubbed my ankle, and slightly parted her knees so I could see our little secret. Unfortunately, I was being met by one of my associates to help me because of my injury, so I never saw that lovely flight attendent again, but whenever possible, I still fly on any airline based in Great Britain.

Going Commando
 

Pam is a friend of mine. She as told me a good few stories over the years. They all where originally on my web site. I still have them on 3.5 inch floppy disks. I have been searching for them off and on since CJbrown posted the starting post. I will keep looking when times allows.

She was often required to go commando. normally to pay off bets but some times as a birthday gift for well liked flight deck staff.

She certainly as flash passengers her stocking tops and probably panties but I don't know if any have been as lucky as you.

She as recently stopped flying and is now ground staff on checking. Apparently they are just as naughty but have interesting options. I will see if she will tell be a few tales from where I left off when my website was taken down by the PC police aka yahoo.

Long Haul Jinx
 

Pam
Long Haul Initiations & Parties
Tues Oct 4, 2005 18:346
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I eventually got my break and transferred to a long haul carrier. I will not mention any names. I had to redo basic training which was a bit of a bore. One night we where having a quiet party when the purser who was in charge of the training flight said that she’d give us a quick preview of the test we where all about to sit. The next thing I know we are all gathered around a small table looking over the test paper. Not be able to really ready it but just take in what the questions where basically on. In reality not very useful. Just at that the training captain appears in the mess and catches us. Well to cut a long story short he agrees to over look the matter if we report for special training the next night purser included.

Next night we are in the training school pool dressed in bikinis as instructed rather than our usual one pieces used in training. One of our tests is to dive into the pool and bring a brick up to the surface. The captain says that we are to each in turn dive into the pool swim down and bring him a brick. He then says that we are to do this minus either our tops or bottoms or both. He says that the purser has know choice she’s going in, in the buff. The rest of us can choose but 50-50 have to go topless or bottomless. It’s decided to play Rock-paper-scissors to decide. So I end up bottomless diving for the brick. This gives the captain a good view of my rear and bush. We’d had to strip off altogether and wait our turn to dive. Hands by side so nothing was obscured. After our dive we had to likewise stand. I was fifth to dive with 11 after me. The purser then went.

My first long haul flight was to New York. The captain called me to the flight deck mid transit. He asked if I was liking my job so far. I said I was. He said that the crew where very close and that we needed to trust each other and hoped I’d fit it. He asked if I would bring them teas and coffees. I went off and made them. On my return a notice on the door read. Cabin crew to remove uniforms before entering. The girls had come up behind me and where in the cabin first class. I pulled the curtain over so passengers would not see and took off my jacket, skirt, and blouse. I went into the cockpit in court shoes, tan stockings, white bra and panties and neckerchief. The flight deck was very appreciative.

On another occasion whilst on a stop over I lost a silly bet to the first officer. We boarded the plane and prepared for take off. The first officer came on the intercom and said. “Cabin crew to adjust their under carriage”. The girls laughed knowing what was meant. I popped into the forward galley and whipped off my panties and then took them on a tray to the flight deck and hung them on the emergency handle of the cockpit hatch. They remained there for all the flight.

On another occasion I and a co-worker where late for a flight which meant that we nearly lost our slot. The next flight we are in the ready room when the captain and leading purser came in. They wanted to make sure we weren’t late again. So they had us remove our underwear bra and panties. We had to not wear underwear until we where back home.

On another occasion we where in a bar in New York with another crew playing pool. I lost big time and couldn’t cove the debt. I found myself on the cockpit of the other crew having swapped schedule. I had to sit in the jump seat for take off, topless. The land was minus my own under carriage.

Hotels offered more naughty opportunities. The first extended stop over I had in New York saw me and my friend naked running down the hotel corridor. On another occasion play strip poker with a crew from another airline I and a girl from their crew had to ride a elevator down to the lobby in just a towel. Have since done this one topless and nude.

The worse ordeal was about a year into my transatlantic career. I had to ride in a New York taxi just in a coat. The taxi driver being informed that I was dressed like that. I then had to walk through the airport to crew reception. The security guards eyes popped out when I was made to undo my coat and he saw my contra banded.

Planes & Hotels
 

Pam
Planes & Hotels
Fri Nov 18, 2005 21:56
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I have been asked for more details and adventures. Our captain’s 50th birthday was approaching so we decided to give him a treat. The five female cabin crew lined up quite nervously for the company’s official photographer who just happened to be flying out to somewhere to do an official spread for the airline. We wore heels, stockings, suspender-belts and bra. No I haven’t missed something they where missing. We stood in a line front to persons in front back. The lead person covering her patch with her hands.

We had a evening stop over on his birthday with a early morning rotation. So we couldn’t really hit the town. We ordered in take away to the captain’s suite a present from the company. Well the first officer soon dared us girls to open the door to the delivery guy in the state of dress in the picture. Being the junior at that time still it was decided since we didn’t have the right clothes with us that I’d open the door in just a towel. Well the delivery guy was very appreciative. He put the bags and boxes down on the table whilst I counted out the correct change. Then suddenly the chief purser grabbed my towel and the delivery man got a tip.

I vowed I’d get even.

Later that week we where all off duty and had the opportunity to go out partying. We’d agreed to wear the sexy underwear from the picture. We had a great time at one of our usual bar/restaurants. It began to thin out and the owner who we new well appeared with a cake for the captain. This led to a conversation about what he got and a discussion about the picture. Well the captain didn’t have it on him to show the owner so the first officer suggested that we shown the owner and prove at the same time we’d done as promised.

We where all soon stood in a line just in underwear. The officer pointed out the obvious and we all begrudgingly removed our panties shielding as best we could. This time I was on the end so was stood covering patch.

We went back to the hotel and had some more drinks. Very smashed by now. I dozed off at some point and woke up naked spread eagled on my bedroom floor. At breakfast the girls suggested various ways that I’d come to be there like that.

On another occasion we celebrated the pursers birthday. We where on a stop over in Florida. We where sat around the pool. I saw my opportunity for revenge. Not just for the towel but for the numerous stocking tops at passengers. The captain grabbed her ankles and the first officer her wrists. She knew she was going in the poll what she didn’t know was she was going in minus her bikini.

On another occasion stopping over at the same hotel there was a group of US army university cadets. They where very attentive to our needs. We ended up at a party in their room. Soon I was a bit worse for wear and dancing rather sexily. This lead to a request to be more revealing. I slowly stripped down to my underwear thinking I’d stop there but the guys where to wild. I soon was minus my panties and bra. I then just danced around naked for a while until I was left with two guys. The other girls had either gone off to their rooms alone or with a guy. Well I had a happy time. Then early in the morning the guys teacher appears and all hell breaks lose. I’m laying naked on the floor. I manage to collect my clothes and scrapper for my room nude bear butt on show.

I suppose I can only imagine what that girl's rum punch tasted like in Barbados :o

Cabin Crew Antics.....
 

Definately tell us more....your little snippets sound like they have the makings of the perfect stories for this forum....!!!

Wot u waiting for girl - get writing......!!!! D xxx:D:D

Pam
Grounded
Sat Aug 26, 2006 22:34
62.254.64.12

I was recently grounded due to a health problem. The company said I could work ground side until the issue cleared up. Now ground staff and cabin crew are like oil and water. few manager to cross between the two successfully. Late one night when we had closed but still had a in-bound that was way overdue we where all sitting in the mess room. The ground chief approached me with the desk manageress.

Well since you are going to be here a while we've decided that you should do the run. I knew what the run was I heard all the rumours. I was thinking of protesting but the others had all now stopped reading or whatever they where doing and turned their attention onto me. Well there wasn't really much point in saying no since that would probably get me a stripping.

The rules where explained to me.

I took off my shoes and exited the mess room. In the corridor I stopped to remove my tights. I continued on up the corridor into the changing room here removing my jacket. I now exited the changing room into the secure passage and turned down it but first removed my skirt. At the end of the passage I had to go through the staff door into the security check area. Here I removed my blouse so now in just underwear ran out into the lounge and bar area. Here I dumped the bra now trying to cover and run as best i could. This was a very long stretch. At the end I turned into the toilet block where my panties where left. At the end of the short corridor I had to knock n the door and wait until the guys let me through.

Now naked and covering I ran down the crew passage way to the mess room Entering from the other side. I now stopped and replaced my shoes. Once in the corridor I had to remove them to put on the tights and then replace the shoes. Into the changing rooms to put the jacket on. Out into the corridor and replacing my skirt. Now in the security check area I realised the issue clearly. off came the jacket and on went the blouse. Into the lounge and bar area and off comes the jacket, and blouse before the bra goes back on followed by blouse and jacket. Into toilet area and shoes and tights come off to put panties back on followed by tights and shoes. Knock at door and run to mess room.

17 minutes.

Dam!

So no choice but to strip completely naked and stand hands on head on table for all to see. I was sure I could do it in under 15 minutes.

Pam - New Tale - Snow Causes Play
 

I was at a party on Christmas Eve with Pam. In a quiet moment in the kitchen when we'd both had had enough to loosen our lips I asked her if she had any stories to tell me. She blushed which was always a good sign.

"Well I have as a matter of fact Mr R" Pam said.

They had been grounded on and off with all the snow we have had recently. We British don't do snow or snow preparedness. One day they arrived at work in drips and drabs to find that the heating in the stand-by room was broken so they and the crews from other airlines had to share the VIP lounge.

Eventually things got a bit light then a bit cheeky then totally sexually explicit. Then the pilots got into what Pam calls machismo mode and started to brag about the prowess as a man and a pilot. One of the air crew from another company said that and any paraphrase he "You couldn't get your dick out of a snow drift never mind your plane". She went on to say that her company had real men for pilots not just little boys with their toys. Well that changed the light hearted banter into the usual machismo arguments with heat. Then cabin crew off another company said that the first girl should put her clothes where her mouth was since her company seemed to delight in their crew not dressing for work.

To clarify this comment. Pam's airline, I won't say the name, dress in nice skirts, blouses, jackets, nylons, and court shoes, with a neck scarf. When coming and going from the airport or not on board they have a long coat and a sensible but fetching hat. The first girls company likewise dresses very much like air crew should dress but does it in a very sexy provocative way. It mainly flies business men and so on around European capitals. The third airline is a cheap seat. They where slacks with a t-shirt, and a fleece. Not at all fetching. I always fly with Pam's airline I love the sexy understated girls. Hence the comment from the fleece to the blouse busting out all over.

Well next a wager is entered into. The first plane out once the go fly was up would win and all the others would have to pay up. The payment was that one female cabin crew from each of the other crews would have to strike the winning plane. Well pilots don't no when to stop. So by the end of the ensuing machismo argument the wager had been elaborated with side bets.

Another hour past and eventually the go fly came through. Now getting a aircraft off the ground in snow is a complex task. The captains challenge is to get the ground crew, traffic control and cabin crew with checking staff all motivated and working together. This would test man and woman management.

It wasn't long before the ground crew new about the wager. Now this had a unexpected effect. You see the ground crew had there favourites. By that Pam said "I mean those who'd they must like to see in the buff or scantly dressed". They also had favourites in terms of those that they would do anything for normally on the understanding of a bit of leg etc.

When the cheap airline crew although I am sure many are beautiful ladies didn't get noticed wearing what they did. But a few of the girls and guys had go friendships with ground staff and often did them special deals. The sun for £10.

So this meant that the ground crew had a meeting I use that term because I can't think of another, not that they actually had a meeting. They figured out that if they let the cheap airline win they'd perhaps put there favourites in line for some undressing which they might get to see.

So the cheap airline which did of an advantage over the other two being no frills now had a huge advantage unknown to the crews. There two planes cleared for take off in just over 40 minutes and where airborne in just on the hour and just after. The other airline to Pam's cleared next at around the hour mark and was airborne by 90 minutes. Pam's plane which had different classes of passenger took 90 minutes to be ready to board. The centre manager was really annoyed about this. They would normally be first in the air having paid a higher price for ground services. When he found out why he said that he would make the crew pay for their stupidity. The crew said it was the ground crew not them. The centre manager said if they hadn't gotten into the stupid wager in the first place they won't be taking off after the "wh*r* shop and booze run" as he referred to the other airlines.

Well Pam eventually gets back to base from her flight to a European capital. The cheap airline had finished all its rotations for the day and was all clean and ready for flight tomorrow when the other companies two jets landed. Of cause they new they had to pay up but Pam's crew thought that the centre manager would complain to the other two companies about the behaviour and they'd all get a verbal. She was reckoning on having to pay up at a crew party off canopy sometime.

Has they where leaving there plane they noticed that the Airbus flown by the winners was parked up against a hydraulic walkway that allowed passengers to walk straight off into the terminal. This was never done. The cheap airline never paid the extra for this. The crew where now worried about what this meant.

They where all eventually in their standby areas the heating having been fixed and the building warmed up. A representative of the winning crew appeared and laid down the terms. Well remained people of them and clarified who had been chosen for what and how exactly it was going to be done.

Pam and all of her three fellow crew members found themselves lined up in the winners plane. Along with the three girls from the other losers plane. The time difference between the winner being airborne and the losers being air borne was calculated. 33 minutes difference for the other losing crew and 57 minutes difference for Pam's crew.

He is where the fun starts.

Pam's crew starts first. They have to remove as a team one item of clothing/jewellery for every minute of difference. They clarified what counted as an item. So Pam starts and takes off her coat, the others follow. Four items. Left shoe, then the next girl, then the next and then the last. Then right shoe. This means 12 items gone. Then their jackets. 16 items. Then there neck scarfs and hats. Making 24 in all. Now rule 1 was clothes before jewels. Pam said she was trying to work out what the final state of dress would be and what order she should do things in. They now have a chat between them and go nylons, tights. 28 items gone. Next was blouses no choice really. All the girls getting cheers from the pilots present. Then the skirts go next. This makes 36 items in all. Pam says they now realised that they where headed for nude. I asked Pam what underwear the girls had on. "Regulation white, plain and simple". The bra's come off then the panties. 44 items altogether. The girls are now stood sheepish trying to cover and the other three girls from the other company are trying to calculate where 33 will get them. Remember there is one less of them which I think they forgot about. Pam said that she felt they thought they'd be in panties.

Now the girls deal with jewellery. Earrings worn by two of the girls, necklaces by one, and a ring each as allowed made 9 items which meant 53 in total. I don't think the ground crew where clever enough to make the difference just right but not having any clothes or jewellery left meant that they each would be allowed only one arm or hand to cover.

Pam's crew had to wait naked whilst the other crew went next.

They started with their jackets. 3 items from 33. Then their shoes six items, 24 left. Then their blouses 21. Then there skirts 18. Now the tights 15. Then looking a little more afraid now trying to work out where their calculations had went wrong. Bra's 12 left, panties, 9 left. Jewellery 8 earrings, and one necklace takes care of the 9 remaining items.

The rules for the next bit are clarified. Pam will go first followed by her team at 24 second intervals. I'll let you work out where that comes from. Pam is allowed one hand/arm to cover and decides her bush or pussy should get the protection. Off she goes down to the back door of the craft then down the extending walkway the crowd waiting for her at the end. The crowd being all the ground crew, check-in crew and anyone else the manager could round up. I believe this might well have included firemen, police officers and other officials. Pam arrives to a cheer and runs the gauntlet. Then down the other walkway to the front door of the craft to be back on board in relative safety. Slowly each of the other girls arrives back. Most of Pam's team goes for covering pubes. The other team got to cover pubes and boobs.

I forgot to mention when writing up the above. Whilst they where undressing the planes blinds where up so the crowd in the terminal would have been able to watch. Each girl was placed near a window. So who knows how much the ground crew saw curtsey of the centre manager. Pam said they will not be entering into bets again for a while.

BBQ Tales
 

Pam
High Speed BBQ
Sat May 26, 2007 14:03
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I had been invited to a BBQ at Pam's. Nothing unusual in that. In as been very warm here this last week and the BBQ was an impromptu thing. It wasn't long before we had all had enough wine to make the conversation turn adult. It was normally in these situations you could rely on Pam for a few tales. On this occasion she was joined by two cabin crew friends.

One friend mentioned a disastrous BBQ that they had had at a stop over. Pam hid her face along with the other friend present. Well once we knew that their was a story out there we where not going to let up.

Pam and the crew had been invited to a BBQ by another crew. The girls had all changed into bikini's and the men into trunks. The drink flowed having more than 24 hours to fly time. At some point into crew rivalry reared its ugly head.

Well a bet was made on departure speed, plus flight time, plus turn around and re-turn around. I won't bore you with details.

The next day sober the crew was sat on the flight deck having just taken off and done the rounds. The captain (female) was working out the terms of the bet and what they reckoned they'd have to do to win the other crew. Pam's flight believed they where just ahead at this stage. They landed at the destination and this was where time could be saved or lost. The cabin crew had to disembark the plane, clean the cabin with ground crew help, reset the stocks and prep for flight. Normally this could take about an hour.

Well the crew put there hearts into it and some leg. That is flashing ground crew for extra attention. They where ready for flight in 45 minutes and the captain had been working on getting them a spare slot. So just embarkation of the new passengers. This was done methodically with much more pushy customer services. Soon they where in the air and chatting about how they could do better at the next turn around.

They had everything ready on landing for a quick turn around. The captain had ground crew ready for refuelling. Even quicker 40 minutes then they where in the air again after some smart taxi work that saved them a good few minutes. They reached the UK and disembarked the passengers and put the plane to bed.

They worked out their results and had them confirmed by the appointed impartial observer.

3,389 miles Flight time 5 Hours 47 Minutes. Total shift time 13 hours 22 minutes. Turn around 85 minutes.

They met up with the other crew as arranged. The umpire the local Mr fix-it for the crews had the results of the other crew. Miles 2.901. Flight time 4 Hours 36 minutes. Total shift time 11 hours 57 minutes. Turn around time 76 minutes.

Now they had to be a correction for the fact that they where flying to different UK ports. So the corrected figures where as follows.

Pam's flight 586 per hour. Others 630 per hour.

Pam's shift speed 253 miles per hour. Others 243 miles per hour.

Well resounding defeat for Pam's flight. The age was quite complicated. It was one forfeit for full crew for each segment win. So that was three forfeits. Then their was one forfeit per each individual crew for every 10 miles per hour difference so that meant five.

Well the other crew where delighted of course and decided not to spare Pam's team especially since they had a female captain.

First task was reasonable even if the first officer got off lightly. They all head off into town. The female captain and the four female cabin crew minus bra's and panties. They where only allowed a summer short cocktail dress. This led to a few near embarrassments on the dance floor especially when the other male captain was trying to flick the female captains dress.

They arrived back at the crew hotel and congregated around the pool. It wasn't long before they where issued their next collective forfeit. The crew had Pam's crew lined up in a line. They attached a flight pin to one of the other girls dresses. They had to pass the pin along the line without touching it or unpinning it. If you haven't worked it out the only way to do this was to pas the dress along the line. Not just any hold how. The first girl would have to take it off. The next girl would then have to take her dress off, They could then swap dresses. The receiving girl could put the pin dress on then the hand over girl could dress. Once both where dressed the dress could be passed again. The girls could not move from their spot but could face any direction when nude except at the point of passing the dress they had to face front.

The line sequence was a 23 year old newly joined crew, then the purser around 38 years old, then Pam (27 at time), then the other girl at the party 21, then first officer 32, and female captain 40 but in very good shape by all the girls accounts.

The young girl was a little bashful but she soon turned her back and slipped off the dress. her bare bottom coming into view. The purser then removed hers, showing her bush and boobs briefly before covering her bits and pieces best she could. The new girl then sheepishly turned around, puling the dress in front of her and passed the dress, covering best she could, but the excited crowd saw something. She then turned back cover her bare bottom with the dress. The purser then dressed once more revealing her bush and boobs for much long struggling to put the dress on. In was small on her. Then the newbie dressed revealing her bum and then turned back around.

Now Pam was much taller and more muscular than the purser. The purser once more to cheers pulled off the dress and stood covering best she could. Pam decided that being very drunk safety was better than valour so turned side on. She pulled up her dress to whistles from the male crew. And a few catty comments from the women. Pam even now as a killer body. Now naked she could swap the dresses. So she quickly turned front showing her breasts but using the dress to cover down below. Dress swapped she turned back giving them a quick flash of bush. She dressed and then turned back waiting for the purser to dress. The dress real was small on Pam and it barely covered her lower areas and her breast where pouring out.

Next Pam had to remove the dress again. She faced the other way this time profiling the other side. She pulled off the dress quite difficult being far to small for her. She then had to wait until the other girl removed hers. She didn't bother to conceal. She just pulled the dress off and then passed it to Pam. Pam received it automatically without being front facing. This incurred a penalty which was for them both to drop the dresses to the ground and stand with hands on head. Pam scowled at this but did it. They then swapped the dresses correctly Pam turning side on. The other girl dressed and then Pam.

Now this girl had to swap with the first officer. He just had to remove his shirt. He struggled into the dress and wore it rather like a tank top. The other girl just stood naked. Through out until she dressed in his shirt.

Next up was the captain. The first officer removed the dress. She was a lot more unsure and turned her back. She pulled off her dress. She quickly turned front and passed the dress but she dropped it. This meant she was stood naked to view and had to bend. Was the dress was in her hand she quickly dressed.

{I will look for the other two parts to this story and post} Siggy

Pam
High Speed BBQ
Sat May 26, 2007 14:09
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Now dressed in each others clothes the other crew said that they should change back into their own clothes. The catch being that to do this they had to do it in the band stand down the esplanade. I'm not sure how far away from the hotel this was but it was a bit of a distance but not miles away.

So the captain and first officer went first. The captain being somewhat more bashful than earlier when walking along the seafront. The young girls dress she was now wearing barely covered her assets the dress being small to the captain's shapely older figure. The first officer drawing attention in the dress of the captain's. At the band stand they swapped clothing. Then head back the captain now in for own dress which although still sexy wasn't quite the crowd puller. The first officer in the young girls dress with the pin. next the first officer and the young 21 year old. Now a crowd was drawn from the hotels near by. The 21 year old just wearing the first officers shirt. At the band stand they quickly swapped as discreetly as possible with a cheering crowd.

The pin dress fitted the young cabin crew very well. She and Pam now had to go after some encouragement and waiting to see if the crowd had dispersed. There where still a few people loitering to see if they would see any more. So the 21 year old and Pam walked to the band stand. Pam said the dress that she wore which belong to the young cabin crew did little to cover her since she is I think about 5ft 8 inches and the young crew was only about 5ft I think. So although it was a more concealing style it was to small. They quickly swapped dresses with a small crowd of ogling men. The first officer keeping them away with the other captain and first officer but really ensuring they got a good look.

Now Pam had to walk back to the hotel to collect the purser to get her own dress back. The pin dress was far more revealing. Although it was a size bigger it was a more revealing style. Pam then had to walk back in it to swap once more under the watchful eye of a large crowd. She at least was now in her own dress. Back in her own dress but still minus underwear Pam said you could see the small crowd undressing you.

The purse was nor a very pleasing sight in the pin dress. She went with the new crew and they swapped dresses now everyone was back in their own clothes. Some more drinks and they went off to bed with personal forfeits left to do.

{I can't find the third part to this. I may have to re-write it from memory}

High Sppeed BBQ
 

Pam
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Sat May 26, 2007 14:56
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It was decided that the personal forfeits could be collected when and where ever. They could be given to the person alone or with another one of the losers.

Pam's first payment was with the purser. They where both in town on a lay over been shopping. A taxi pulls up and its the captain and 1st officer from the other crew. They are offered a lift and the girls agree. Once past the point of the town so no taxi's or buses available the captain asks the driver a young male to stop. He tells the girls that unless they want to end up walking they have to pay up another forfeit. Soon both ladies where set watching the young man paw over their underwear. Bras and panties.

Pam's next forfeit was with the new crew and the friend at the party. The three of them had flown into Birmingham and found the others crews purser and two crew just about to depart. The purser quickly got organised and Pam and the new crew and the other friend present found themselves in the security officer on a spot check. Spot checks where down to panties and bra's. The security all deciding it was time for a cuppa.

Pam's next forfeit was with the other girl at the party and captain. The girls had volunteered to do an extra flight due to some flu or cold decimating staff numbers. They arrived exhausted at the crew flat in London to find the female captain there along with the 1st officer of the other crew. This was the bit which caused the hiding their head. They where soon three females just in a towel running down the main flight of stairs out the door and back up the rear flight of stairs. When I say in a towel I mean just one towel large and three females. The towel wasn't very secure at all. So for most of the run poor Pam or the other crew where naked.

The other girl at the party then told about her ordeal with the other girl at the party. They had gone to the Christmas staff party. The other captain and purser being there. They found themselves in a cab on the way home minus everything accept a table cloth between them. Their forfeit was to streak the hotel in some way and they other crew staff had run off with their clothes.

The only other bit that was relayed to us was a final forfeit for Pam. She and the purser found themselves crewing for the other captain and first officer. The other crew being girls from the other crew. Well they had to leave behind extra baggage mainly under carriage and wing support. Serving the flight deck was a 'would you like a flash with your coffee captain" both of them having to flash boobs, bush and bottom a good few times.

I enjoyed your stories Siggy24uk, I would like hear more about your exploits or if there is any kind of initiations that they have to go through.

Thanks again

Initiations
 

I have posted her long haul initiations above.

There where some initiations into her training course and first company. also when she had to swap to ground staff. She has recently retired and I know there was some wild party. I'm out at a social do with her in the next few weeks. These are normally a good occasion to catch up with her.

I did publish more stories including her other initiations. They are on 3.5 inch disks in a big box all jumbled up so it does take time finding the stuff and I'm pretty busy with my retirement. But I will look for them.

Found it Initiations from first company
 

Pam
Starting Out
Thur Jun 12, 2007 09:56
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Pam as told me about her early days at her first airline. Prior to starting she had to attend a flight training school to do her Certificate of Competence for Air Cabin Crew. They refer to it as the certificate of air frame readiness as a joke.

One of the training/assessment days is in the pool. Pam not being a good swimmer for weeks had been going to the local baths. The first task is to swim without stopping 10 lengths of the pool. I think it was a 25m pool. Pam manages this coming last. But at least there is no time limit on it. next after a rest she does a 20 minute treading water. next the brick dive like when she had to retrain for long haul. Then they went to lunch.

After lunch they had to dress in full outdoor clothes no swimwear underneath. They had to jump in the pool and swim to a life raft and help each other in. Pam says this was the equivalent of swimming 20 length in swim wear. Once in the raft the training crew tell them to strip off to their swim wear to swim back to the side. They protest that they where told not to wear swim wear. Well they all strip to underwear. The male and female instructors getting a eyeful of young males and females in very wet translucent underwear.

Her first week on flights she is told about the little initiations. Eventually he is persuaded one late flight to do it. Nervously she serves the flight deck in just her apron.

Birthdays where often celebrated. The girls coming off the worse. The normal penalties for flying on your birthday was a good flash of leg to the male crew. On her 21st birthday the request was a flash of flesh. Pam flashed her abdomen. Well this was a cheeky cop out. So on the late return flight the purser did something to the controls of the cabin which meant that the passengers in the rear could be moved forward for more comfort. This meant they could curtain off the planes rear. Pam was sent for something and the other girls followed her. They stripped her down, right down and took her underwear. They left her uniform.

Once Pam had dressed the pilot called for a coffee. Tray in hands Pam couldn't protect herself from the purser who yanked up her skirt to flash the bush.

On another occasion Pam was with a group of relatively new girls. Pam had been showing them some drill. The captain of the outbound flight had called over to the stand-by because one of the girls wasn't feeling to well and had to be replaced. Pam wasn't schedule to fly but was cleared to go. Once on board and off the ground Pam realised she'd not got her passport. This was in the days of much more control. When they landed Pam had to remain on board whilst the crew went off. Pam was left with ground crew. The crew chief asked why she didn't get off and Pam explained. Not technically even being there without a passport was a problem. But the crew chief said that he could get her in to the stand-by and out without a problem. The price was a bit of leg and a kiss. She joined the crew in the stand-by the captain miffed that she did what she'd done. The crew chief came at departure time and sneaked her back on board. Another flash required and a kiss.

The captain once the plane was in the air on over international air space called Pam to the cabin. Flying without a passport was a disciplinary offence. So to was flying without any clothes on in the cockpit jump seat but it was the lesser of two evils.

The only other story I can remember from this time was that when she got the long haul job they arranged a good bye party. The inward flight that night was extremely busy with families returning from holiday. Some Pam wasn't really in party mood. The girls give her her presents and so do the male crews. They then strip her naked and carry her out into the night. They dump her into the local pound or beck or lake.

Thanks Siggy24UK for the quick reply to my request. I enjoyed reading about her experiences at her first company.
I hope you can post more soon. Do they have any sort of rituals or ceremonies for birthdays or hen nights etc.

Thanks again for all your effort.

Birthdays and Hen nights
 

I mentioned in one of the post that they would often give flight deck a treat on their birthdays but no real rituals, the same with hen nights no rituals but flight deck getting married might get a kiss and a bit of a flash.

Other Sites
 

If you like these sort of tales you can go to my friends sites:-

Sandra was a nursing colleague of mine and so was Walker. Not their real names which I won't use since they don't on their sites.

http://books.dreambook.com/siggys/hospital.html

This is run now by Sandra I use to run it with her father George. I closed it down same time as yahoo closed my main site. George reopened it until his death. The current version is a complete new site. The old site is archived at the blog below with some new stuff by Sandra.

http://adventuresinstripland.blogspot.com/


Walker as a partial mirror of the above blog. I don't have its URL.

Walker as another blog about his wife's adventures see below.

http://creativejottings.blogspot.com/

On my site I had different sections. When Yahoo killed the site I moved to dreambooks. I had a section on Striping Tales in Robbery. The old stuff is archived at the following blog.

http://strippingtalesofrobberry.blogspot.com/

Thanks for the quick reply and the sites, but I have already discovered them and check them regulary for new content.

Thanks again for all your effort.

Pam Retirement Part 1
 

I was out with Pam last night. I knew that she'd been up to something, I can always tell, its the way she lochs at me. I think she gets pleasure from telling me her stories. Once she'd got a suitable amount of wine into her and we where alone in the front room she began to tell me about her retirement.

The boss had offered her a cheap flight. Pam as been ground staff for 7 years now. She could use the crew hotel at corporate rate. Her two close friends one who still fly's and another who doesn't work in the airline game decided to go with her on a long weekend. Her mate in the business would fly the leg out to the resort and a stand-by would fly it back.

Pam and her friend where seated in economy when the Captain came on the intercom and said that he knew that it was somebodies birthday today and the plane should sing happy birthday. It was Pam's 55th. They all sang happy birthday and Pam was very shelf concious. Her friend came up to her and the other friend and in a natural voice not to make to much of it invited them up to first class for the captain to wish her happy birthday.

When they got to the flight deck door her crew mate said that the flight deck had a surprise for her. Pam went in to find the captain and first officer naked.

The plane landed and they all went off to the crew hotel. They arrived just has the London fly crew where arriving. They where soon all around the pool drink in hand. One of the other crew asked who the other friend was because they hadn't seen her around. It was explained that she wasn't staff. The crew sucked in breath and muttered about this saying about confidentiality and not being able to relax with a stranger around. Pam said that her friend knew all about the sort of fun crew had and she wouldn't be telling anyone. The purser of the crew said that it she was a honorary member that would be different. Pam knew where this conversation was heading but wasn't sure about her friend. The friend said that she would be very discrete. The purser asked her if she had done anything in her job which if it was known about would get her into hot water. The friend said not. The purser then asked what her employer would think of her if it was know that she had ran around a pool naked in front of strangers. The friend said that her boss would seriously question her morals and it would lead to a very uncomfortable situation. So the purser said well then we'll be able to relax if we have something on you. The friend now blushed and looked at Pam.

Pam said that she would guarantee her friends discretion. The captain said she could start by stripping off and standing on the box. The box when I enquired was a box it was a phrase used by crew it meant at attention or straight up. Pam looked at her friend and she smiled and whipped of her bikini top and bottom and stood there naked. her friend seemed to take this as a cue and stood up and took off her bikini top and bottom. The crew cheered and noted that the friend shaved completely down below. She was asked about this and confirmed that her current partner liked it like that and she'd only been doing it for a few months.

The crew then had her run around the pool. The other friend had watched all of this in silence but with careful inspection. The other crew now looked at her. She protested but the crew said that since she'd come as part of the group they wanted a loyalty payment from her as well. So she stood and a bit hesitantly stripped off. She then ran around the pool. Pam who was still naked on the box was now asked to do the little run too.

After this they got ready to go out on the town. The crew having a early start didn't go out on the town. The girls arrived home in the early hours of the morning and went to bed. Pam said it seemed like only seconds but was in fact hours when the room light went on and the crew fully dressed for work rushed in and dragged bed clothes off the three women. Pam who was in just panties was soon minus them as was her no fly friend. Her fly friend was already naked.

Retirement Part 2
 

Pam and the girls spent the day on the beach or in the local town shopping. They arrived home to find a male and female standby at the hotel. The male stand by was a purser grade. Pam and her fly friend knew them both. The girls got out of their dresses bikini on underneath and sat by the pool with a beer very chilled. Pam introduced her no fly friend the purser said that she would have to pay a loyalty payment. They had heard about yesterdays fun from the other crew. Yesterday Pam's friend had been a little tipsy but to day she was stone cold sober. Pam said that she'd earned her loyalty/trust.

To tell the rest of the story it will be easier to give Pam's friend a name - let's call her Victoria.

"Victoria get out of that bikini now" the purser said.

Victoria laughed.

"I'm not joking if you want to stay here drinking out beer you'll pay up" he said.

The air was tense.

Pam said for him to leave her alone but was secretly wondering what her friend would do.

"Victoria I want you out of that bikini now" he said.

Victoria stood up and discarded her top. The purse settled back, "and the bottoms. I here your shaved" he said.

Victoria slowly took the bottom off.

"Are you married?" the purser asked.

"Separated" she answered.

'What would he say if he knew you where stood here naked?" he asked.

"If we where still together he go ballistic" she said.

"What do you do?" he asked.

Victoria hesitantly said, "I'm a teacher".

"What would the PTA say about this?' he asked.

"They'd think I was some sort of sl*t" she said.

"Which school is that?" he asked.

"David Cameron's Academy" Victoria said. (This is a made up name).

"Yes. Put your hands on your head." he said Victoria had been covering her vitals.

She did as requested and quick as a flash for it was a flash he snapped a picture of her stood like that with his mobile phone.

Pam complained as Victoria covered and crunched down. Photo's where a big no, no.

"Don't worry it will be safe" he said.

"Now I want all three of you naked there, or this just might get into the wrong hands". he said with a smile on his face which you couldn't tell is true intent.

The other two stripped off. Pam hadn't been seen naked by him but her friend had.

The three of them lined up and he took another picture. The female standby was all beams at this until he said your turn to join them. She complained but knew that her goose was cooked when he mentioned something which would get her in hot water. So now all four lined up naked for a snap.

After this they chilled out and he stripped off to and treated the girls to a very nice surprise.

They got ready to go out on the town. The standees couldn't go into town. The girls where just about to leave when the female standby came into the lounge with a shoe box which said party taxes. I'd heard of these it was what crew not on stand-by sometimes had to pay to stand-by crew to be allowed out to party.

The tax was that the three girls had to remove their panties and Pam and Victoria who had bra's on had to remove them too. They had a great time on the town and arrived back at the hotel. The stand-bys where sitting up in the lounge the crew call had come in just after the girls had left. The girls a bit drunk now sat and chatted. The guy wanted proof of their status but the girls refused. Victoria said she'd toss him for it, the joke was made. Then the female stand-by said jokers at dawn.

This is a sudden death card game. Each person draws a card until a joker is picked. That person as to perform a trick/forfeit. Well the girls said it should be best of three them as a team against the stand-bys. Well the female stand-by drew the first joker and her and the male found themselves naked running around the hotel.

Next Joke drawn was Victoria and the three girls found themselves naked running around the garden. The final joker was Pam's other friend. This time the stand-by female said she wanted them to run down to the little monument. It was down the drive out of the gate and down the road about 50 yards. The three of them tried to wriggle out but eventually found themselves very naked running down the drive and into the street. Fortunately at that time in the morning there was no one around.

I have translated the above cyrilic -
 

Decided to buy a stick. I went to the store, I ask: "Would you show me, out the other. The employee handed the counter. I tried to rely.

A bit short! Please give me real.

All the sticks, the citizen, are standard.

Yes you! But the Lord God makes people not standard.

Well that's what goggle translate came up with

retirement part 3
 

Next day the girls spent at the beach again or the town shopping when the heat got to much. When they arrived back the hotel was empty then just as they where leaving for the town and a night out a crew arrived. The girls went off and returned just after 1am. The crew who didn't have to fly where all still up around the pool. Introductions where made and the girls went off to get into bikini's. The crew around the pool where topless. The girls arrived back and they where soon topless too. The other crew 1st officer said that Victoria would have to be vouched for. Pam was soon naked hopping around the pool. Her fly friend was soon likewise hoping around the pool. Victoria mean while was stood naked. Once Pam and the other friend had finished Victoria was required to hop around the pool twice in each direction on each leg. They where all having a really great time watching the breasts bounce that the other crew where then required to do it in a competition about who had the bounciest boobs.

Next morning Pam awoke to a scream. Victoria completely naked was over the 1st officer shoulders. The other friend was being lifted still half a sleep off her bed by the captain. Pam got up to assist the two girls put not quick enough they where carried outside and chucked in the pool. The two guys then turned to Pam who decided to run. The guys caught her and her robe was soon off and she was skinny dipping with the other two.

The crew hung around the villa all day just chatting and sunning. The girls went into town. When they arrived home the crew where just getting out of the mini-bus. There flight had a problem and they would not fly to the early hours.

So they sat around the pool the girls of the crew in bikini that would be quick to put uniforms on over. Pam and Victoria with the other girl where topless. The captain suggested some fun and the crew bored agreed. Pam and co where drunk so easily swayed.

The captain suggested the name game. You have to say something beginning with the first letter of your name then the second letter and so on. But taking turns remembering what the other person had said before each turn. Example Pam, Victoria, Siggy, John with bob to go next bob would say bangers, jumpers, sweets, violins, pockets, then Pam would have to say Antiques, bangers, jumpers and so on. If you couldn't think of anything for your letter or used something someone else already had, or forgot the sequence you paid a forfeit.

Well Victoria was the first to pay up with a dash around the garden naked, then a girl off the crew naked around the pool, then Pam naked down the drive, then Victoria again, naked down the drive, then another girl off the crew naked around the hotel. Then the captains mobile rang and it was go fly.

retirement 4
 

Sunday the girls just spent at the beach there was no crew stay over. Monday the Girls last day was also spent on the beach. The fly friend was due to crew back that evening. Pam and Victoria where due to fly back next day. The alternate crew to her friends normal crew flew in with the next lot of holiday makers on a private charter. They where flying back commercial.

This meant that they got a few hours stop over. Time to eat and freshen up. The crew landed at the hotel. Because the flew charter they don't need a full compliment but going back commercial meant they needed an extra crew hence Pam's friend flying back as crew. When it didn't take long for the questions about what had been going on surfaced. Well the usual "What goes on off canopy stays off canopy." was uttered. A few jibes where made.
This led to some banter and a little bit of horse play which led to Pam being picked up and chucked in the pool.

Retaliation followed. Pam and her friend chucking one of the crew in uniform into the pool. This wasn't such a big thing plenty of spares are kept all over the place. But the girl on getting out slipped and twisted her ankle. Well now this was a problem. There was no stand-bys around. So after phoning head quarters and a bit of desperation the ground manager says what about Pam. Are you still certified. Pam had kept her certification up just as a stand-by stand-by. So Pam finds herself at airport in uniform. They'd got Victoria transferred to the commercial fly.

The ground manager had found out what had gone on and was not pleased to here that the crew had decided to use there down time for lounging around the pool. He said that a report would be filed. The captain said that that would be problematic for one of his crew who had just recently been written up for some bad work or attitude. The ground manager who apparently the girls hate was very quick to pounce on the opportunity.

He'd been after Pam's mate for a while, she being single, but she would never date him. Pam's friend agreed to the date but said she'd get even with the others. The captain said that the other's girls should so some solidarity. One of the crew asked the ground manager what it would take to let Pam's friend off the date. He laughed and said ho you lot to streak departures and fly home naked. Well the first part and second part where do able in principle but not without getting the sack.

It was at this point that the first officer pointed out that Victoria wasn't staff and she was the cause of the problem which led to the accident. The ground manager smiled. "Okay he said. you can all streak the standby room and fly commando. your frind here has to walk through security in just a dress and fly home naked in the rear jump.

So the crew are lined up in the standby room in full uniform and have to strip naked with two or three crews in there. They run its length. Whilst they did the run the ground manager had their underwear collected so that they had no choice but to fly fully commando no panties and or bra.

Poor Victoria was taken to the ground managers office which was public side of the canopy and had to strip naked for him then go through security in just a dress he selected from her case. Very short and somewhat see-through. Security had a treat. Once on the plane she was taken to the rear jump and spent the fly naked. She was only allowed her dress back after all passengers had disembarked. She had to streak the plane which she did willingly.

Pam New Story Paying for Permission
 

Recently I was at a party at Pam's. The giggles got to giggling in the kitchen always a good sign. I asked what they where giggling about and the two young one's looked coy and shy. Pam explained that I knew all about her adventures and it was safe to tell me. Still they looked very ensure of this so Pam told a story to make them feel at easy.

I think this story happened in the 1980's.

Pam was in France and the French ground staff where threatening industrial action. One day they where getting ready to leave when it was announced that industrial action would begin in one hour. The captain and purser went off to persuade appropriate people to let them slip through quickly. The captain arrived back aboard with the ground chief and female worker. The captain told the cabin crew that it had been agreed they could leave quickly but only if they lightened the load. Crew looked puzzled but picked up on the pursers body language which was very unusual shy and quiet. The load lightening was supervised by the female worker, all panties had to be removed. Pam never did get that pair back.

Then Pam's two young friends explained. The giggling was because they had told Pam about the recent problems in Greece. The strikes and protests resulted in them being stuck on the ground and the first officer needed to get home. After a little pleading the ground staff agreed to allow them clearance to fly but not until the female crew agreed to pay "The Austerity Blues Tax".

The crew reluctantly agreed payment after various promises where made by the first officer in thanks for the girls co-operation.

The four girls found themselves in the GM's office without their uniforms. The girls had had to show off their underwear. The two at the party, late 20's and early 30's where wearing thongs, white and red respectively with white bras. The GM said the bras spoiled the look and they had to come off. The girls stood around topless arms folded across then had to go out onto the hanger floor and show all the guys. Then they had to walk across the canopy a short distance and up to the control deck to show the control staff. They made the other two girls remove their bra's as well. The girls had to fly without their upper structure support.

New Pam Tale - After the Party
 

Pam has you know is not against taking her clothes off. Which is why this recently recounted story surprised me.

Pam said it happen about 12 years ago which would make her about 38 at the time.

She had been invited to a party by a guy she was occasionally dating at the time. She did not date him after this party because towards the end of the night she found herself alone, that is, he was gone and party goers reported by all accounts with a much younger blonde.

Pam was now stuck for getting home. The guy had brought them in his car. Pam had only a few pounds on her not expecting to need any large sums of money. A taxi home would be at least £30 at that time of night. The word got around the remaining party goers and the hostess said she could stay and that she would give her a lift home the next day.

The house cleared and the hostess showed Pam to a bedroom and went off to bed has Pam thought. She took off her long backless evening dress, no bra, and then slipped out of her thong panties. She was stood there completely naked facing the bedroom door when it suddenly opened and the hostess was three or four steps into the room.

Pam was a little surprised and embarrassed, then a bit annoyed. The hostess clearly saw she was naked, smiled, wet her lips, and her eyes scan the full length of Pam's body. All this just took a few seconds in reality but seemed longer to Pam because of her slightly tipsy state. Pam eventually collects her thoughts and covers what she can. her large breasts being a bit to much for a single arm and hand. Her bushy bush managing to breakout around her other hand. i asked Pam to demonstrate her stance to me and she obliqued, it was the classic ENF with the raised forward leg knee bent, head turned down in coyness.

The hostess was carrying a t-shirt type nightdress. "I thought you might like something to wear instead of your underwear but I see you prefer to sleep nude".

Before Pam could formulate an answer the hostess turned away and moved back towards the open door. At the open door she stopped and turned back slightly so she could see Pam and clearly smiled and looked her up and down before throwing the nightdress onto the bed. She walked off leaving the door open.

Pam now managed a "Thank You" and uncovered to walk to the door and close it. Just has she reached the door to close it the hostess suddenly reappeared in front of her face to face forcing her to lower her head to look down Pam's naked body.

"Breakfast at 10 shall we say". She stepped back so she could get a better look at Pam's naked body and waited for Pam to close the door.

Pam dressed in the night dress and went to bed. In bed she thought about what just happened. She'd noticed the hostess earlier in the evening eyeing her up and down. She thought nothing really of it but now began to wonder about the sexuality of the hostess. Pam is fully heterosexual although she does like her stripping games and adventures which often include just women. Mostly though Pam's adventures involve men at least as an audience.

Next morning the hostess brings Pam a cup of tea and sits on the edge of her bed whilst she drinks it. She was chatting away about the party the previous night and how it was just typical of (I'll call him Fred) to leave like he did. The hostess had know Fred since college. She then took Pam's breakfast order and said that she should get a nice bath.

Pam waited until she was safely downstairs. Pam said it was deliberate because she felt that she might try to seek a peek. Pam went into the en-suite bathroom and saw that a array of hotel like soaps etc where available. Pam decided on a shower and got in. She was busy washing her hair when she sensed she was not alone. She turned around to she the hostess holding a pile of clothing.

"I thought you'd would like something more suitable than your evening gown to go home in. I'll put them on the bed." Pam thanked her still hands on head washing the shampoo in. The steam and water had made the clear glass shower door not so transparent but she said she was sure that the hostess could still see her breasts and bush easily. Pam stepped under the water to rinse the shampoo from her hair but also so she could drop her arms to cover up a bit. Of course when the water hit her hair and started rinsing Pam naturally had to lift her arms up again to help the process. When she opened her eyes the hostess was leaning back on the wall smiling. Pam looked a little shocked she thinks and that made the hostess smile a bit broader and leave.

Pam finished her shower and went and dressed. Her dress had been hung up in a dress bag on a hanger over the edge of the wardrobe. Towel rapped around her just enough to cover breasts and bush and no more spare safety covering. Pam obliged me again by showing me where the top and bottom came too. Any sort of bending or stretching would have reveal bottom and bush. This was unfortunate because Pam couldn't find her thong. She got down on all fours to look under the bed, under the chair, and the bedside locker. No sign of it. She immediately cramped in her stomach thinking and feeling that the hostess must have taken them. She pounded what to do or say.

The hostess called up "Breakfast in 5 minutes" and Pam thought going down dressed in just a towel was not the done thing so put on the short legged jeans, t-shirt provided. With her high heels from the night before she looked like a "hooker" Pam's words not mind. Pam always dressed impeccably and very upper-class flight attendant.

She went down and into the breakfast table part of the kitchen rather than the main dinning room. She was suddenly shocked. Over the little clothes horse was a black thong with silver leaf patten. They where a matching pair to her dress so Pam was sure they where hers opposed to the hostesses.

Pam didn't say anything trying to think what exactly to say. They ate breakfast which was very scummy according to Pam and chatted about shopping, men, etc. Pam then said, "I wondered where my thong had gone" It had took her a few goes to build up the courage to speak.

"Yes. Its very nice." the hostess said. Then totally blow Pam away. "Its the best souvenir to date".

Pam said 'I shook and felt a little sick'. At that comment. But that was just the start of the really weird bit of the adventure.

"Excuse me" Pam said.

The hostess smiled and said, "Fred is such a darling he brings me such beautiful woman to view".

This had Pam sinking into the pit of her stomach.

"I think perhaps I should go" Pam said,

The hostess smiled, "Plenty of time, first we should discuss your 'tribute'." The hostess actual term was tribute. Here I will precise the next three quarter of an hour conversation.

The hostess had thought of everything. Pam's mobile was gone from her bag, every phone in the house had been obviously locked away. No way for Pam to call a taxi or Fred or anyone. Walking home some nearly 20 miles was out in heels. She had no idea where the nearest telephone box was and besides she don't have any change just £5 notes. The hostess told Pam all the tales that Fred had told her about Pam which is why she had selected her because she was sure that she would be up to the challenge. So after three quarters of an hour she agreed to the tribute.

Pam found herself in the hostess' sports car. From the description a Porsche 912. Her dress and heels where in the boot. She was sat bare foot in just the short leg jeans and t-shirt. Pam said that her nipples had erected due to the slight fear although she didn't think the hostess was going to hurt her and the friction with the cotton t-shirt.

They drove some 5 miles to the car park of a local country park. the hostess pulled into the centre and stopped. There where a few cars around from Pam's memory about 4 or 5. Dog walkers, and Sunday morning walkers most likely.

The hostess now had Pam take off her t-shirt. Pam said even after looking around and assuring herself that no one was obviously looking and feeling sure that no one could just see into the car they'd have to come close and look she was trembling has her breasts came into view. She was told to fold the t-shirt and place it on the back seat. next came off the jeans. Pam even more trepidation removed them, folded them and placed them in the back seat. This gave the hostess some wonderful views of all parts of her body especially the bits that wobbled. Soon she was naked with the hostess viewing her directly by turning in her seat and indirectly through the rear view mirror adjusted for the purpose. Pam moved to cover herself but was told not to and reminded of the agreement. The agreement was that she would do has she was told and no covering.

They now set off again. Pam admits that driving naked through the countryside in a sports car had always been one of her fantasies. If it had been with Fred, or Guy, or harry please insert a few more names of your choosing it would have been great. But with this much older woman, circa mid 50's it was a different matter. The hostess took the long way around and away from home. They drove for some fifteen minutes before entering the motorway and travelling back along it in the direction of home. Once off the motorway the hostess drove to another car park. A shopping centre. She drove up and down the aisles passing many shoppers. Pam was doubly nervous, being seen and being seen by someone who new her. The centre was just newly opened. Knowing it well I can see why she might be nervous.

The hostess then drove to Pam's house. Pam had to reach around to bring the t-shirt and jeans forward into the passenger seat to dress. The car was parked up on the street. That time of day around 1 PM most people would be returning from the pub, or church, for Sunday lunch. Once dressed she was allowed out and the hostess followed her to her house. Bare foot the hostess carrying her dress and heels and clutch bag.

In Pam's house was the bit she was really dreading. In her living room Pam had to remove the t-shirt and jeans to be completely naked. She was stood back to the fire hands on head legs spread. The hostess sat on the sofa where i was sitting. I could imaging Pam naked. The hostess had Pam turn and display her bottom as well as bending to display other charms. Once she was satisfied she left the dress, heels and bag and left saying if Pam ever went some fun to call her.

Pam never did and dumped Fred. I asked Pam if any of the other girls had ever crossed path with the hostess. pam thought it was possible but none has ever spoke about it. The hostess was a senior manager in the airline industry but not Pam's company.

From Russia with Love Again
 

Pam
From Russia with Love
Tues Aug 7, 2005 18:54
62.254.64.12

Sorry for the delay. Here is Part 2.

Some months later Pam was asked once more if she wished to work a private charter flight to Russia for the business man. She was delighted at the offer it paid very well and even though it was the high life she got to see a mysterious foreign country. Russia was still very much closed to the west in those days.

When Pam arrived at the plane there was another woman waiting by the steps. Pam's friend appeared at the door and called out to her to hurry up the businessman was waiting to take off. He'd arrived early. The woman waiting at the steps turned and climbed aboard a head of Pam. It turned out to be the businessman's secretary. When they arrived at the airport in Russia the secretary was told that she would be sharing the hut with the crew and the businessman would send for her if he required her. They arrived at the little hut late. Being in the north the sun would not really set. Although it wasn't bright day light. They went off to bed.

Next morning Pam was up early couldn't sleep with all the excitement. She checked the kitchen and it was stocked for just breakfast. She got on with preparing it and was joined by the secretary. She was in her early 30's married with two children. She hated being away from them but was desperate to get up the company ladder so had volunteered for the assignment.

The others where slowly summons from their pits to have breakfast. The female captain and first officer from before along with Pam's friend. They'd just cleared away and dressed properly to go into the village to get supplies when a car pulled up at the hut and a well dressed Russian man in poor English said, "Ride for Miss Typist". So the secretary went off with him.

They went off into the village, purchased the local vodka and food supplies then came back to the hut before deciding since it was such a lovely day to prepare a picnic and go off for a walk.

They return early evening and Pam and the captain got on with a meal. They where trying to decided whether or not to include enough for the secretary when they heard a car pulling up and the secretary appeared. After dinner they cleared and sat around the living space drinking vodka. The secretary asked if there was anything worth doing in the village. They all said it closed after 10 in the morning. So what didn they do to entertain themselves she asked. A round of smiles then the first officer said we play cards. Oh I can play cards said the secretary and with that it was settled on playing cards.

The secretary asked what should we play for and the first officer said "Hows about your clothes". The secretary blushed and said to be sensible. She then seemed to twig. "You've played strip poker" she said looking around at them all. "So, I bet you lost being the only boy" the secretary said. "Well know actually I always win" the first officer said. Well that seemed to spark some competition and before long the girls had agreed to a strip game loses had to pay a forfeit.

We;ll the secretary said that she didn't went I cheating so they 'the girls' would deal. The first officer said we should draw for deal, and when you lose an item of clothing you pas the deal on. It was agreed. The cards where cut and the secretary won.

It had also been agreed that it was only what you where wearing at appoint when the captain had said that that would be in play.

So first hand dealt and Pam loses so stands up and removes her dress. She was wearing panties, bra, and tights underneath. Next to lose was the first officer, he removed a shoe. Then Pam's friend, who removed her skirt. Panties on show. Then the captain lost and took off her shirt. Then Pam lost again removing her tights. Pretty even, then the secretary lost and took off her dress. She had on stockings, suspender-belt, bra and panties. The deal changed to Pam's friend.

Next hand the first officer loses his other shoe and then the captain loses her slacks. Then the secretary loses and to everyone surprise she stands and takes off her panties revealing that she was not truly a blonde. Then the captain and Pam lose together both removing their bras. Then Pam's friend loses and removes her blouse. The deal passes to the first officer.

The captain loses and removes a sock. Then Pam's friend loses and removes her bra. Then the first officer loses and removes another shoe. Now the captain has the deal.

The first officer loses and removes his shirt, then Pam loses and his naked. Then the secretary loses and removes her bra again a interesting choice. Next the captain loses and removes her other sock. naked is out so the deal passes back to the secretary.

Pam's friend loses and is naked. Then the first officer loses and removes a sock. Then the secretary loses and she removes the suspender belt. The deal passes to the first officer.

he deals and managers to lose straight away and removes another sock. Now the captain has the deal and the secretary loses and removes a stocking. Then the first officer loses and removes his trousers. Then the captain loses and his naked. The deal passes to the secretary. She deals and they draw. Everyone laughs. Then she deals again and loses and his naked.

The first officer is delighted. They ask what the forfeit is and the first officer tells them

So they are all lined up at the outside door to the hut, door open, about 11PM but still light enough to see colours clearly. Pam goes first, out the hut down its steps across the lane up the steps of the concrete platform, stands facing the hut hands on head counts to her age (22) then turns bottom to steps and counts to her age as well, then run down the steps at the other side of the concrete stand and back across the lane to the other steps up to the hut and back to the door. Then her friend 23 goes. Then the captain 38. She is deemed to have covered so has to repeat the run much to the amusement of everyone else. Then the secretary goes 33.

After that they sit naked for the rest of the night until they go to bed which wasn't to long strangely.

All I can say is . . . . .