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