My Old Job

[cjbrown1982]

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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[sender17]

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

[meandmygirl]

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

[newburyparkcharlie]

Hi

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

Newbury

[siggy24uk]

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.

[siggy24uk]

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.

[newburyparkcharlie]

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

[manicade]

Originally Posted by siggy24uk

Pam
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.
My breast stuck out and a further barrage of Flashes reached me. I now covered in embarrassment and turned away. .

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.

[jmeasdf]

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

[cjbrown1982]

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