Yesterday I was seated in an airline boarding lounge. I had a seat that put the gate agent's podium immediately behind my right shoulder. Things were uneventful until I saw a tall, gorgeous flight attendant striding up the long aisle toward the podium. Her uniform had an above-knee skirt, under which she was wearing sheer black pantyhose. She was striding so confidently that she looked like a fashion model strutting on a runway. And her body language said in unmistakeable terms,"I know how gorgeous I am, and I also know what I'm doing to your libido".
The closer she got, I couldn't help noticing how perfect her pantyhose were. There was not the slightest trace of an imperfection---none of those tiny snags that are so easy to create if you don't wear gloves to put them on, just sheer, lustrous smoothness. She stopped to chat with the gate agent, not more than two feet from me. My problem was, I wanted to ogle her amazing legs, but I would have had to turn my head ninety degrees right to do so, with my wife sitting next to me on the left.
