Flight attendants on the bus

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Having frequently traveled for business, I've always harbored fantasies about flight attendants. One airline, X, has uniforms consisting of sheer white tops with barely visible bra straps. Some have alluringly thin straps, while others, if they're demure and have boyfriends/husbands, wear thicker straps to avoid being seen. More conservative ones wear schoolgirl-style undershirts, but because the uniforms are so sheer, it's practically the same as not wearing anything at all. Some of these undershirts even have lace to make you more excited. Their bra styles are varied, with front and back buttons, revealing everything, and the colors are mostly pure white, highlighting an intellectual and elegant image.
In stark contrast to their work attire, flight attendants wear shorter tops, revealing their waists underneath, paired with tight-fitting skirts that sway their hips as they walk, emphasizing their alluring feminine curves. Sometimes you can even catch a glimpse of the outline of their underwear from behind; if you can't see it, they might be wearing a thong. During the flight, their rounded buttocks are raised high, clearly highlighting their contours.
A pair of smooth black stockings, the end of which might match their bra, high heels that clatter as they walk, light makeup, a neat hairstyle, and a delicate fragrance—it's truly exciting to see! No wonder so many people are drawn to flight attendants!
The cut of this uniform makes small breasts appear large, and large breasts appear enormous. The tight skirt makes the buttocks appear incredibly narrow, as if untouched, luxurious, and comfortable enough to grip one's penis. So, under the uniform, even girls with no figure to begin with become large-breasted, big-buttocked flight attendants—the kind everyone wants to be with!
One night, I saw a flight attendant at the airport bus stop. She was about 23 or 24 years old, very young and slender, around 165cm tall—the kind you could easily hug with one hand. Her bust was probably a 32D, small but large, and her tight uniform attracted the attention of the other men waiting for the bus.
The flight attendant was very uncomfortable and kept looking down at her phone to avoid their lewd stares.
Finally, the bus arrived, and as she walked, I could see her long, slender legs encased in black stockings, almost revealing the top of the stockings. It was clear the uniform designer had put a lot of thought into it—showing you the most exciting part of your fantasy without revealing the rest. Otherwise, why would anyone want to fly with them?
This time, I was also returning to Hong Kong from a business trip. She was in front of me in line, and it was the last bus, so I stood behind her, enjoying watching her.
It was summer, and the temperature was over 30 degrees Celsius. She wasn't wearing a jacket; her cream-colored top, damp with sweat, revealed the outline of her bra, which had three thin stripes. Her waist was about 22 inches, and her prominent buttocks, firm and round, seemed to be around 35 inches, especially under her narrow red uniform skirt. They looked as if they were beckoning you to mount them.
After boarding, she needed to put her luggage down. Her luggage seemed quite heavy, and because the aisle was narrow, I had to wait for her to finish before I could put mine down, so I could legitimately look at her directly.
Before I looked, it was fine, but once I did, I was stunned. Under the bus lights, she was breathtakingly beautiful—a petite, delicate beauty with long hair, big eyes, cherry lips, and light makeup. Most importantly, perhaps due to the stress of her work, one of the buttons on her blouse had either popped open or wasn't fastened properly, revealing half of her breast between the buttons. I could even see the lace trim and half a cup. The name tag on her blouse read "Yuki Lin Xuqi."
The sight of her bending over to put down her luggage, her butt sticking out for about ten seconds, gave me an urge to lift her skirt and peek. I really wanted to slap her buttocks hard while I was drooling.
After putting down her luggage, she went upstairs. What color were the underwear of such a beautiful woman? I followed her, trying to peek under her skirt, but the skirt was narrow and the black stockings made it too fast for me to see anything. As soon as she got upstairs, she sat down in the fifth row on the left, and I sat in the fourth row on the right, watching her from across the way. She was already exhausted and asleep.
After the car started moving, I was so focused on watching her that I forgot to take my hands-free music player downstairs to get my luggage.
When I got to the luggage rack, the scene from earlier suddenly flashed through my mind, and I had an idea: why not see what's in her luggage! She was asleep, and the driver had to concentrate on driving and couldn't pay attention to me, so I calmly unzipped her luggage.
Upon opening the bag, I found clothes, books, food, and souvenirs—just like someone going on a trip. There was even a bag containing a worn, unwashed flight attendant uniform. I couldn't resist touching it; it was so smooth. I'd never imagined touching a flight attendant's uniform before, and it even smelled of perfume! I also saw several sets of bras and panties from the same brand, mostly white lace, with one pink bra and a black thong. Truly
the perfect choice for masturbation! Without hesitation, I took one of the white bras. Judging from the brand, it was indeed a 32C. I noticed some had padding to prevent nipple protrusion. After putting the others away, I went back to the upper deck.
Upstairs, I saw a different scene. She probably thought I had gotten off the bus, so she sat very openly. With her high heels off, she placed her feet on her chair, her skirt high, her legs bent, and her whole body curled up in a sleeping position. Gravity pulled her skirt down to her thighs, revealing a pair of long, slender legs in black stockings. Two-thirds of her thighs were visible,
with the tops of the stockings visible. If the chair in front of her were transparent, everything under her skirt would be completely exposed, but that was unlikely in reality. I silently cursed her for claiming innocence while being utterly promiscuous! I sat back down, took out my phone, and quietly walked over to her.
She was fast asleep, her head lolling back. With the swaying of the car, I could see under her skirt: the end of the black stockings revealed pantyhose, very thin, with white underwear underneath, likely a matching set with her bra.
Perhaps due to sweat, the area in the middle was particularly prominent, the white covering slightly raised, completely concealing the suggestive area. There were also two white things, I couldn't tell if they were sanitary napkins or the edge of her underwear, but it didn't look like a schoolgirl's underwear.
I'd never seen a flight attendant's legs so clearly before; this time, even her white underwear was clearly visible. Such a wonderful moment naturally calls for a close-up photo with my phone, capturing this extremely precious instant. After taking about four photos, she seemed to wake up, so I quickly returned to my seat.
On the bus, she took a phone call, and I overheard her say that she lived in a village house, and was from the same village as me. Apparently, this was her first work trip back to Hong Kong after her engagement. I heard her quietly complaining that her boyfriend didn't come to pick her up and didn't care about her. I also heard that she was quite jealous of her fiancé.
"Ding..." She pressed the call button to get off the bus. This time, I went downstairs before her, hoping to catch a glimpse of her breasts and perky buttocks.
As expected, she didn't realize she hadn't fastened a button properly. Because the bus hadn't stopped completely, she lost her balance while carrying her luggage and squatted down, but didn't fall. At close range, I saw her white underwear under her black stockings.
I quickly helped her up, and the car moved slightly again, now it was a beautiful woman throwing herself into my arms. I was overjoyed, and through the gap in her neckline, I could clearly see her white bra and a shallow cleavage. I almost cried out, silently praising her, "So beautiful!"
I suppressed my excitement, but my lower body was already erect. Of course, the flight attendant didn't notice my embarrassing behavior; she even thanked me.
[The End]

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