Stewardesses

“It's Gabby's idea.” Alison smiles shyly, clearly happier about talking about what she and her friends have planned than having to cancel your plans for this weekend. “Her mother was a flight attendant for United Airlines in the seventies. She still has some of her uniforms, and she said we could wear them.” She pauses before going on in a rush. “She told us some pretty wild stories about what it was like to be a stewardess back then.” She shakes her head making the waves of blonde hair shimmer, “You're old enough to remember what it was like.” I do remember seeing the 'Come fly me' adds when I was still in high school and jerking off to the pictures of smiling stewardesses in their short dresses and little caps.

“Now I really want to see this costume that you're going to be wearing.” She shakes her head silently.

“I don't have it yet, but Gabby did give me something.” Gives me a smile before heading for the stairs. Less than a minutes later she skips down the stairs with an old brochure in her hand. “Check it out, Mr. P. It's pretty wild.”

The paper is an old recruiting ad for United. Alison lets me read it with a smile that looks a little ****.

Right now, United Airlines, the airline that is famous for its stewardesses, is looking for well-mannered girls. Yes ... attractive girls to fill our cute blue mini-uniforms … girls who smile and mean it … girls who can give successful businessmen relief from the otherwise dull hours of traveling. Now if you’re single, 18 1/2 to 26 years old, 5 foot 1 to 5 foot 9, 105 to 135 pounds, have a high school diploma or better – come in for an interview to the United Airlines Center at the stewardess's department any Tuesday or Thursday. United is an Equal Opportunity Employer.

I had to laugh at that last line. Equal opportunity, except with regard to marital status, height, weight, age, gender and looks. Frankly, I'm a little surprised Alison is as excited as she seems to be to dress up in this skimpy uniform from a different time. If she were living back in the 60's and 70's she would have been a perfect candidate for the role of airline eye-candy.

“It's perfect, Alison.” I tell her as I imagine her in one of those tight uniforms. “You're going to have the whole campus talking about this. Especially the boys when they see you dressed like that.”

“Is it too much, Mr. P?” She clearly has mixed feeling about dressing like a sex-symbol from the past. “Gabby says that the uniforms aren't that revealing ...” You've heard Alison talk about these girls before and you've seen a picture of her and Gabby on her phone. Gabby at least, is just as hot as Alison and Katie is too if she's the girl you think she is. The idea of all three pretty college girls dressed in those stewardess uniforms is enough to make your cock twitch.

“You three are going to look amazing, Angel.” I brush a lock of her golden hair back behind her ear, “if flight attendants looked like you, I'd be a lot more willing to fly out to see my sons in California.”

“You're a wicked man, Mr. P,” Alison gives me one of her quirky smiles, “I'll can see if Gab will let me keep the uniform for the rest of the weekend. Would you like that?” Of course I'd like that! What red blooded man wouldn't? “You'll have to wait for Saturday., Mr. P, but I promise to make it worth the wait.”

“So, what are your plans for Friday?” I ask, reminded again how this whole conversation started.

“The girls and I are going Trick-or-Treating on campus for a bit and then we're going to check out some of the parties on Greek Row.” Alison seems a little hesitant about that part of the plan and considering what I've heard about some of those frat parties, I don't blame her. She goes on after only a deep breath. “Then we're going back to Gab's dorm room and have a girl's night sleepover.”

“Why don't you come back here instead?” The words pop out of my mouth before I even consider what I'm saying. “You'd have a lot more room, and I could make some treats.”

“Would that be OK, Mr. P? I don't want to get you sick.” For a moment I had forgotten about what Covid was doing to people my age just across the border in New York City. Clearly Alison hasn't. “Do you think it would be OK?”

“I'll risk it, Honey, as long as no one has a temperature.” I assure her. “I have a camp bed we can set up in your bedroom so there'll be enough room for all three of you, if you don't mind sharing your bed.” The mental image of three girls in short nightgowns hanging out together makes knowing that having them here means you'll have to wait before you and Alison can get together seem worth it.

After a couple quick phone calls, Alison gives me a thumbs up and I realize that for the first time since Fran's accident, I'm going to have a party at my house.