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Airline Bet
Sun Jul 3, 2005 13:24
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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.