Air Hostess Car Breakdown
I am an air hostess for a well known airline flying from Heathrow. If I say so myself I am very attractive, especially in my uniform. Whether the airline would admit it or not, the uniforms were designed to be sexy, with a tight tailored skirt and jacket with a white blouse underneath. I've been working as an air hostess for nine years so I am used to men looking at me, mentally stripping me off. In fact I like the power my uniform has over male passengers.
For years I had been wearing stockings and a suspender belt as the feel of sexy undies under my uniform increased the feeling of sexuality, especially knowing what it would do to male passengers cocks if they knew. But the trouble with suspender belts was that they could rub or slide down a little. I never liked hold ups so wondered what I could do until I was walking passed a shop selling all sorts of undies including open bottom girdles with suspenders. As soon as I saw them I thought they wound be ideal, comfortable and also sexy. I bought two black lacy girdles made from a very fine see-through material. At first I wore my panties under the girdle but found it was more practical to wear panties over the top as it made getting them down easier.
On this particular day I was wearing white bikini panties over my black lacy girdle, and with my sexy uniform on I knew I looked very sexy. My vagina was clean shaven as usual, I enjoy the feeling of my bare vagina rubbing on my panties, especially when I am wet. The flight I had been working on was quite normal, the normal remarks from the male passengers, inviting me to spend time at their hotels, just a way to see if they could get into my knickers and I knew if I ever took up an offer, as soon as I got to the hotel, my panties would be down in a flash. Just imagining what these men would do always made me wet. Quite often when being chatted up and propositioned, I would be creaming my panties making them wet as they passed between my legs.
I was driving back to my flat from the airport when I heard the car start to make a noise. I pulled over realising the car was about to breakdown. I got out my mobile phone and of course being in the middle of the countryside, there was no signal. Cursing I started to walk. To make matters worse it then started to rain, I didn't have a coat or umbrella so was soon getting quite wet when a car pulled up, the driver asked if he could help. I explained my dilemma, he told me he only lived around the corner, and that I could call the breakdown service and then wait for them to fix the car. I was suspicious, but the the man, who introduced himself as Ken, seemed respectable, older then me, looking very distinguished. He was also dressed in a smart suit and drove an expensive car so I thought, "why not".
I jumped into his car, it was only a short journey to his house. The house was quite large and in its own grounds. As Ken showed me in he told me he owned a successful computer company so he bought this house as a weekend retreat. I asked if he was married but he said he never had been although he liked ladies, and giving me a smile said,
"and I'm quite successful with them."
The look he gave me immediately turned me on, I could feel myself getting wet and knew if Ken had his way, my panties would be down in a flash and I would end the journey with my panties stained with his sperm. My thoughts were interrupted by Ken who suggested I had a shower while he dried my uniform. The breakdown company were going to be a least an hour and I didn't fancy sitting around in a wet uniform so I agreed. Ken showed me upstairs to a guest bedroom, bought some towels and told me to leave my wet uniform outside the door and he would pick it up and dry it. I took off the wet uniform skirt and jacket, I was glad that the rain had not soaked through to my blouse or undies. Placing the uniform outside the door I quickly removed my blouse and undies and went into the on-suite shower. I spent ages in the shower enjoying the hot water and was soon warmed up. As I showered I wondered how long it would be before Ken tried to get into my knickers, not long I thought. I also wonder how much I should resist, being honest I wanted to get my panties down and open my legs for Ken as soon as we had arrived at the house but I thought he was probably used to that, expecting his female guests to part their thighs for him, expecting as soon as he made a pass, their panties would be down in a flash.
As I thought about my next move I finished in the shower, wrapped myself in a towel and went to leave; but as I tried to open the door from the on-suite I realised it had jammed and try as I did, I couldn't open it. It started banging on the door and shouting, soon I heard Ken outside the bedroom asking if I was OK, I replied,
"the shower door is stuck, I cannot get out."
Ken told me to hang on, he would soon have the door open. I heard him come into the bedroom, then I remembered my undies, I had pulled down my panties, girdles and stockings all together, in too much of a hurry to get to the shower, they were in a tangled heap on the bedroom floor, he would see my undies, girdle included. I blushed knowing what he would see, but it was too late. Ken seemed an age in the bedroom, I wondered if he was examining my defenceless undies, examining the material of my panties the only minutes before had been between my legs, I though of the wet patch where I had been creaming my panties; I remembered the yellow patch of wee, the result of a busy flight, he would have access to my undies including my dirty panties, I blushed in embarrassment. My thoughts were interrupted by his voice be the shower door,
"I'll soon have the door open, are you decent?"
I replied saying I was covered by the towel and to go ahead. As he fiddled with the door he said,
"I noticed your a girdle wearer, good, they are my favourites, not enough girls wear girdles now, I always encourage my girlfriends to wear a girdle, very feminine and sexy."
