[jacksmith099]

Although not a regular air traveller, I have whiled away many a happy hour in both terminals and on aircraft fantasising as to what might be beneath the uniform of the air hostess. There uniforms are so formal and elegant and the girls (by and large) are good looking. Almost without exception they are ‘do care girls’.

This issue reminded me of a recent experience while in the departure lounge in Barbados while waiting for our overnight Virgin flight back to the uk.

We were sat on the side of the lounge and I had my head in a magazine when I noticed the cabin crew enter the lounge. This immediately had my full attention.

In front of me was a large circular table surrounded by low unoccupied ‘pouf’ style seats. One of the hostesses was particularly attractive and a little older than the others, probably mid thirties. Best likeness is probably Andrea McLean from GMTV. It appeared that she was in charge as she ushered her colleagues to the table in front of me. To say that my interest was now total was an understatement.

Eventually they all settled down around the table. Then I noticed an amazing bit of luck. The hostess in charge had not sat down and the seat facing me across the table was the only one vacant.

She moved to the seat in a elegant and slightly superior manner. As she sat down she immediately turned her legs at about 45 degrees to me. She placed her handbag on the floor beside her. All I could see were her gorgeous legs meeting her red Virgin uniform. Her skirt was a couple of inches (50mm) above her knees and she tugged at it a few times to keep it in place. She was clearly aware of any potential exposure and, whenever possible kept a hand close to her knees for extra protection. Although I had been following these events with great interest I don’t believe she was aware of my proximity. I even pretended to read me magazine!!

After a few minutes she had a need to get something from her handbag. To do this she swivelled round to reach it. The result was that her legs were now facing me directly and she had both hands now reaching into her bag. I thought I had died and gone to heaven………..although her knees were fairly close together I could see all the way up her skirt to her bright white knickers under her Virgin tights. The seam perfectly dissecting her crotch.

Often these situations are just a flash, but in this instance she had trouble finding what she was looking for and therefore offered this fantastic view for probable 30 seconds. I studied her perfect uniform, hair and the view up her skirt.

I had completely forgotten about my magazine and was, no doubt, staring at this most wonderful sight.

Eventually, sadly, she found what she was looking for. She looked up and saw me looking at her. Her immediate reaction was to place a hand between her knees. Her slightly embarrassed look said it all.

‘Oh no! that man has probably been looking up my skirt…I wonder if he could see my knickers’.

So eventually we get on the plane and take off. I have an isle seat. From behind I can hear the drinks trolley approaching. ‘Any drinks for you sir ….oh no’ Her face returned to the embarrassed look last seen in the departure lounge. Written all over her face was ‘you are the man who was looking up my skirt and probably saw my knickers’.

I just wish I had thought of something clever to say to her……but I didn’t.

The rest of the flight was spent watching her doing her job and knowing what was beneath her uniform….and getting the occasional embarrassed look from her.

I never did finish the magazine.