1960’s Stewardess

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In the late 1960s, before pantyhose replaced stockings, I had a neat experience on a local commuter airline. Shortly after boarding one morning, I seated myself in an aisle seat where I knew I would have a nice view of the stewardesses. On this flight, there was one particularly beautiful stew–a young Asian woman in her mid-twenties, about 5’7″, trim, and slender legs. Her name was Lynn. Her uniform consisted of an off-white, knee-length dress, coffee-colored hose, and 2″ heels. As Lynn walked down the aisle checking to see whether everyone was seated properly, I couldn’t take my eyes off her dress that showed a hint of what she wore underneath. She must have not been wearing a slip because her white garter straps and dark stocking tops, as well as her panty lines showed through. The bumps of her garter tabs were quite visible against the smooth surface of her dress. Whenever she reached up to check the overhead bins, her dress rode up to reveal the dark tops of her stockings. When she walked past my seat, I made sure my arm stuck out a little on the armrest. Sure enough, her nylon-clad leg brushed against my arm, sending an electrical charge up to my head. Mercifully, we took off shortly after. I chose my seat well. Kuşadası escort She sat up ahead in the stew’s chairs facing the rear. I had a clear view of her as she sat during takeoff. The gorgeous view of her legs sheathed in coffee toned nylons sure beat the scenery outside. As she crossed her legs and recrossed them, I could almost hear the distinct sound of nylons. There were many tantalizing views of her stockings as her dress rode up enough to provide glimpses up her thighs. In the middle of the short flight, she came down the aisle serving juice, soda, and water. As she approached me, the plane must have hit an air pocket as it dropped suddenly, sending Lynn tumbling backward onto the aisle. She couldn’t keep her balance and fell on the floor, legs splayed all over–with all the drinks spilling onto her. For a moment, she sat bewildered with her left leg stretched out, her right knee up, and her thin white dress soaked through. I unstrapped my seat buckle, got up, and walked toward her, when we hit another air pocket. I fell forward and ended up with my face between her legs, driving up her dress hem way beyond her dark stocking tops. My left hand rested on her right leg, while bodrum escort bayan my right hand was on her left thigh–right on her white garter straps. I looked right into her sheer white panties, the fair skin of her upper thighs exposed above her long, sheer stockings which extended way up to her crotch. When I saw the distinct light edge of her dark stockings, I knew I had a rare treat. She was wearing those old Hanes stockings, the sheer non-stretch kind that’s hard to find today. I also recognized the color–Gentlebrown–a dark brown, like coffee. This was heaven! Her thighs were firm and the feel of the Hanes on her legs was just undescribable. The nylon surface was silky smooth and glistening with liquid. Her panties were transparent, soaked by the drinks–revealing the dark patch of her pussy. Of course, I took my time getting to my feet, then helping her up. The feel of her nyloned legs, soaked through all the way up, was just incredible. She looked quite embarrassed, to say the least, as she sheepishly thanked me while pulling herself together. Lynn was rather flustered and unaware of her revealing posture. Trying to bring her dress hem down didn’t help her modesty as the Kuşadası escort bayan wet fabric clung to her legs and revealed her fine undergarments like an x-ray. The light band at the top of her Hanes nylons clearly showed through the thin off-white dress, as well as the dark welt. Lynn was too distracted to notice that her white garter straps and shiny metal garter clasps could be easily seen through the dress as well! Lynn quickly retired to the forward cabin where she dried herself off with a towel as well as she could. I didn’t see her again until just before landing, when she came out and seated herself again. Her white dress was still damp and didn’t hide her white garter straps and dark stocking tops very effectively. After touching down and docking, I made sure I was one of the last ones to deplane so that I could have a word with her. As I approached the exit door, I smiled at her. Lynn had her hands clasped in front of her dress, as if to hide the white garter straps and stocking tops. Lynn smiled back as she said, “Thanks for helping me out back there. I’ve never had an experience like that.” I replied, “Same here.” What an understatement! Now was my chance. I calmly said, “Have you done any modeling? I’m a free-lance photographer and would like to do some portraits of you.” Lynn replied, “Well, not really, but I’ve been thinking of going to modeling school and could use a portfolio.” I said, “Well, it just happens that I do portfolios.” We exchanged phone numbers and promised to get in touch with each other.

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