[jacksmith099]

Julia the air hostess

So there I was, in the early sixties, sat in the back row aisle seat of an aircraft flying home from a boring business trip to Vienna.

The seat next to me was vacant with another business man in the window seat. Opposite me were three young men who were a bit boisterous and cocky.

We were being attended by a stewardess named Julia, she was very smart and looked stunning in her uniform (but then nearly all women look good in uniform).

Watching her from my aisle seat I admired her as she went about her business.

The three men opposite started to speculate about something or other that involved cream, pink and yellow.

Soon Julia arrived with the drinks trolley.

She then asked me what I would like. Before she could pour the drink the man in the aisle seat opposite put both hands on her waist and pulled her backwards. She fell onto the laps of the three men. I was treated to a wonderful view because as she fell backwards her legs naturally shot upwards. The uniform dress rose beyond her knees.

I had a clear view of her legs, up to the tops of her stockings, although sadly her slip stayed in position preventing any thing more being exposed. As I was in the back row I could enjoy the show knowing that there was nobody behind watching me watching her.

Then the best bit, she started to wriggle in an attempt to escape which, of course, caused her dress to rise even more. The hem was now almost waist high. As she continued to struggle her slip began to rise giving me a perfect view of her stockings and suspenders, but no more. Go on Julia, struggle just a bit more please.

The men had no intention of letting her go, as she wrestled to try to escape. Her hands desperately feeling for her dress. The result was perfect. Her slip rose higher and higher eventually exposing a very sexy pair of frilly pink French knickers. Her white suspenders disappearing from view inside her knickers.

One man shouted "pink" and they then released her. She immediately grabbed her dress and covered her legs, stood up and moved off with the trolley.

I spent the rest of the flight admiring her from my aisle seat knowing every detail of her underwear.

By the look on her embarrassed face she knew what I was thinking.