1. First Class - Part 2


    Date: 7/15/2016, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Source: LushStories

    Chapter 3 – First Class “Ummm, Celeste?” Vicky said. “What?” “These uniforms ….” “Retro chic, I know, right?” Celeste said, her voice ringing with excitement. The girls were standing together in front of the full length mirror in the dressing room at the 100 Years of Civil Aviation attraction. They were both dressed in 1960’s stewardess uniforms: navy blue long sleeved mini-dresses with deep v-necks and lapels, gold braiding around the cuffs and large gold buttons all the way down the front. Vicky was staring at herself with uncertainty and mounting concern, but Celeste was smiling and turning left and right, admiring the narrow cut at her waist and the way the dress buttoned tightly over her breasts, pushing them together and showing a deep cleavage. Sliding her hands beneath the lapels, she lifted them a bit higher, revealing a sliver of nipple on each side. “Too much?” she asked. “No. I mean yes; I don’t know,” Vicky said distractedly. “Don’t you think they’re a bit …” “A bit what? Gorgeous?” “A bit … well … short?” Celeste looked down at the hem-lines which just barely covered their bottoms. “Well they are mini-dresses,” Celeste rationalised. “And the sixties were pretty racy.” “Are you sure they’re real?” “Of course they’re real,” Celeste curled an admonishing eyebrow. “You’re wearing one, aren’t you?” “No. Are they real airline uniforms?” Vicky explained. “They’re not … like … porno fantasy costumes or something.” Celeste snorted laughter. “Oh, they’re real, all ...
    right. I even met the lady who donated them. Seventy years if she was a day.” “Eeeeew! I didn’t need that visual.” “Well she wasn’t wearing one of them!” Celeste retorted, laughing. “In fact she looked very elegant and modest for a senior citizen. But, man, she must have rocked it in her day.” Celeste adjusted the lapels until her nipples were hidden again. Vicky still looked uncertain. “Maybe they’re supposed to be jackets,” she suggested, brightening. “Are there any matching skirts back there?” She turned and eyed the racks of airline livery. “Oh, stop being such a princess,” Celeste teased. “They’re plenty long enough. Now put your hat on; the boys will be getting restless.” They had left Spike and Bob out in the anteroom and Vicky thought they were probably discussing in hushed tones what might be about to happen. She herself wasn’t sure what Celeste had planned until she saw the uniform; but now it was pretty clear. At least half of her concern and reluctance was that she didn’t want to lose Bob to the beautiful redhead. Vicky compared the two reflections in the mirror and found herself envious of Celeste’s fuller breasts, flashing green eyes and cascades of long, glossy, auburn hair. At that moment she had her arms up and was winding those flaming locks into a tidy bun so that she could pin on the little stewardess’s pillbox hat, when a flash of pink lower down caught Vicky’s eye. “Your knickers are showing below your ‘plenty-long-enough-mini-dress’,” she pointed to the ...
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