Being of a certain age I have fond memories of holidays in Butlin's Holiday Camps.
The camps sprang up in the u.k. during the 50s and had their heyday in the 60s and 70s. The entertainment was organised by Redcoats who wore red blazers with white shirts/blouses and white trousers (men) and white pleated skirts (girls).
The girls were always fun loving and attractive.
On one holiday I had noticed a particularly striking redcoat (named Brian...only joking) named Jenny. She was a cut above the rest, very elegant and graceful. It seemed to me that she was a senior redcoat as she appeared to pass on various tasks to younger colleagues.
I found the uniform a great turn on (well any uniform does it for me actually). The redcoat skirts were pleated quite full and usually about knee length. They wore daps in the daytime and high heeled shoes during the evenings.
Many of their duties involved outside activities and it was always of great interest to me how each girl managed the skirts, particularly on windy days. They were often required to judge various children's competitions which often resulted in them bending down to get to 'child eye' level. Sadly they all seemed fairly competent at protecting their modesty.
As I said I was particularly attracted to Jenny, who was late twenties with dark short hair. Anita Harris comes to mind! There had been one memorable moment when Jenny was organising the three legged race. She had the obligatory clip board and pen and was organising the contestants. There was a gentle breeze blowing and it played with the bottom of her skirt. Jenny seemed aware of the situation, but not unduly concerned. As she continued about her business there was a light but significant gust which whipped up the back of her skirt to almost waist height. This wonderful happening exposed her long slim legs and her white slip which sadly finished half way up her thighs. Jenny immediately realised what had happened and grabbed at the back of her skirt and pulled it back into position. She looked around nervously to see whether any one had been behind her and seen up her skirt. She gave an embarrassed smile when she realised that her display had been seen by me and a few others. There was, however, a look of superiority on her face 'my skirt may have blown up but my slip will have prevented you seeing my knickers' it said.