Escalator Flashing

[solarking]

While perusing the sexy videos section, a heading about escalator flashers that reminded me of an experience from the early 2000's. It is not so much an arousal story as it is a cautionary tale.

A colleague and I were going to make a joint call on a customer in, I believe, Little Rock. At that time I was making calls in different cities every day, from Memphis to Kansas City, so I really don't remember which airport. But I do remember the event because it was so off-the-wall. It was mid summer, July or August. We were flying in from different cities and arranged to meet at the airport. I arrived a little after noon, about 60 minutes ahead of his scheduled arrival, and made arrangements for a rental car. I then found a coffee bar and a newspaper to kill time.

I was sitting at a small table where I could keep an eye on the clear glass walled escalators to and from the gates. The escalators were located in the center of a reception hall. I noticed an attractive dark haired young lady with a slender build, late teens or early 20s who was walking past the escalators. What caught my eye was how she was dressed. She looked like a refugee from a 60s / 70s hippie commune. (Yeah, I'm old enough to remember those days. Peace out dudes.) She was wearing a gauze mini tent dress, the ones that open out like a wheel from the neck hole. It's base color was natural, not quite white, not quite beige, with a widely spaced tropical flower pattern in muted pastels. It had long full sleeves and a scoop neck. The girl used a flower patterned scarf to cinch her waist with the point of the scarf extending over her butt and below her hemline. The bow in front sort of prevented an unimpeded view of her panties through the gauze fabric. The outfit was topped off with a flat top narrow brimmed hat with flowers for a hat band. Her shoes were old school high cut black sneakers. She was also sporting a small purple rucksack slung over one shoulder. She looked completely alien for that time and place, which is probably why I so vividly remember her outfit.

The girl appeared to be agitated about something. There was something not quite right about her, not quite real. She walked around the escalators, walked around a few tables near the escalator, walked toward the baggage area, the exit doors and then back to the escalators. She appeared to be looking for somebody. When she walked over to the coffee area to scan the customers, she stopped a few feet from my table. I looked directly at her and could see that her white bra and bikini panties were clearly visible beneath the gauze material of her dress. We made eye contact and she noticed that I was checking her out. Her reaction was strange, starting with a "wtf are you looking at" expression that evolved into an almost shy smile.

She proceeded toward the escalator again. I watched her pause at the bottom of the up escalator until two men in suits were approaching. She quickly got on and was several steps ahead of the men. She then slid the rucksack from her shoulder, placed it on a step in front of her and proceeded to rummage through it while bending from the waist. The men below her could clearly see her fully exposed bottom. When she neared the top, she stood up, looked back and gave the men the "whadya looking at" expression as if she was being victimized by lechers.

I heard something over the PA system about a delayed flight from Chicago, my colleague's city of origin. I left the coffee bar, checked the boards and saw that his flight was indeed going to be about an hour late. I decided to just hang out at the airport rather than get the rental car and then have to pay for parking later. I called the customer and changed our appointment. I found a food vendor, bought a couple of overpriced pizza slices and took them to a vacant table with an umbrella beside the up escalator. Between bites of pizza, I began working the newspaper's crossword puzzle.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw those black sneakers ascending the escalator. When I looked up, I saw the same hippie girl doing the same thing, bending over just a few steps in front of a businessman and completely exposing her crotch. And, true to form, she gave the guy the evil eye when she stood up straight. I could see a pattern here. The young lady was playing games. I remember thinking that she really didn't have to bend over. Anyone 4 or 5 steps below her could see up her ultra short dress.

Over the next 45 minutes, I watched her do the same thing about four times, but after the second time, she removed the scarf from around her waist and put it in her rucksack. Her white undies were really obvious from the back. Now, when she bent over, the front of her dress hung straight down from her shoulders. From my seat next to the escalator, I could see all the way up to her face beyond the neckline. Between trips up and down, she would do her walk about thing and disappear for awhile. I wondered for a moment whether she was a pro, trying to hook a traveling executive for the night, but I decided that she was just what she seemed, a young lady playing games. The fact that she was deliberately exposing herself took much of the thrill away for me.

About 10 minutes before my colleague arrived, I noticed her again, but there was something different. After a couple of seconds, I realized that her underwear was no longer visible. They were most likely in the rucksack with the scarf. She had probably been working up her courage to go commando. Oddly enough, she did not stand out like she did with the undies on. One had to look very closely to notice that she was nude under the gauze dress. Once again, she went toward the up escalator and hesitated until a number of people were approaching before getting on. She did the rummaging in the rucksack trick again, and for several long seconds, everything was visible, from her open anus and smooth crotch, past her smallish breasts and up to her nostrils. Only this time, when she spun around to glare, she was looking into the faces of a middle aged couple. The wife was not amused. She barked out something that I couldn't quite hear. The hippie girl suddenly looked mortified.

A few minutes later my cell phone rang. My colleague had landed and was just leaving the plane. I told him where I was and went to the bottom of the down escalator to meet him. Just before I spotted him, I saw the hippie girl, in tears, being escorted down the escalator by a very stout looking female airport security guard. They disappeared through an unmarked door across the hallway. I had a feeling that the young lady's "what I did on my summer vacation" story was not going to have a happy ending. She should have realized that just about everything is recorded on security cameras in an airport. A harmless giggle was possibly going to be regarded as a sex crime by the humorless airport authorities.

[cufan86]

Thanks for the story, but that was a sad ending.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Solarking I agree what started as a sexy great game turned bad. But any fool should have known you don't repeat these flashing events over and over in the same location. Keep in mind serveilance cameras were not used years ago but common sense was.
It also reminds me of our younger days when escalators were popular. We'd go to the city with my wife wearing her micro mini, low blouse, and no underwear often. But we'd go up and down the escalators and elevators only once each trip then go to another department store.
Also chosing the right man or group of young men to show off for was important.
This happened for many years with no problems.