1. A weekend break to Amsterdam


    Date: 12/9/2014, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    Dutch city of sin, I looked across the cabin and saw an attractive stewardess walking about first class trying to look busy, but with only four passengers to look after it wasn't very easy. One of the four, a single businessman seated diagonally across the plane, was working very intently on his laptop and declined her offer of refreshments without even looking up at her. Shrugging her shoulders resignedly, she moved with the poise and grace which seems to come naturally to stewardesses to an attractive older lady seated behind him and asked if she wanted anything. After taking her order, the stewardess returned to her work station, moving effortlessly down the aisle. My body began to tingle as I watched the lithe figure move. When she reappeared, carrying a tray with a tiny bottle and a champagne flute, our eyes met and a flirty smile was flashed my way. I could feel my temperature rising a couple of notches under her playful gaze and my body shuddered with a sensual rush. Breaking eye contact, I continued watching her with interest unable to stop myself and, when the she reached her customer and bent forward to pour the expensive bubbly liquid into the glass, I actually found myself holding my breath and biting my bottom lip. Her tight pencil skirt was stretched tautly over her firm behind and easily outlined the attractive figure, but that wasn’t the most interesting thing. Above the waistband, her blouse had risen up and exposed the small of her back, enabling me to see ...
    a small tribal tattoo and a thin strip of delicate white lace which I mistook for her panties. To be fair, it was an easy mistake to make because, apart from riding high on her shapely hips, a tiny whale tail disappeared deliciously out of sight between her divinely accentuated buttocks, and I could feel myself blushing. However, after taking a more attentive glance, I saw small tell-tale signs rumpling the smooth surface of her tight blue skirt confirming my suspicions. What I was actually seeing was the sexy garter belt she was wearing. Now, that wasn’t regulation airline underwear. My delight evolved into admiration, especially in a day and age when younger women regard stockings and suspenders as old fashioned and unnecessary and because she dared to wear something like that at work. Let's face it, in the suffocating climate of political correctness she could get into a lot trouble, even lose her job for not following company rules. Mind you, it would have to be a very ruthless, cold son of a bitch who could resist the alluring sex appeal this attractive young woman exuded. I knew for sure that if she stood in front of me wearing high heels, stockings and suspenders all clearly visible through her dishevelled uniform, I for one wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her. Now that my fantasy was filling my imagination with all sorts of exciting images, I asked Paul if he could order me a drink so I could get a closer look at this sexy apparition. When asked what I wanted, I ...
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