Randomcoach
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There are stories in this thread that remind me of a time pre-lockdown. I worked as a pilot for a major airline. I was single and lived in a small house on an estate at a convenient distance from the main airport where I was based. I did mostly long haul, so my body-clock was all over the place, and whilst at home, I found myself waking at all hours. I tended to get up, make a tea, watch some TV. One morning I was awake at around 4am. It was still dark and I’d made tea and walked into my living room. There wasn’t much of a view, or so I thought. From an angle I looked out to my neighbour’s kitchen. I hardly knew the young couple next door. I’d occasionally seen them in the house. They had a couple of small kids. They seemed OK from what I saw.
That morning, I looked out and saw the young woman was up and about in the kitchen. There was no light on, but a light from the hall or somewhere else, allowed me to see her well enough. From memory she was a mid-length brunette. I found the just-woken hairstyle strangely alluring, along with the pyjamas. She was at the sink, turning on a tap, and then I saw her take a sip of water and that was the point she saw me. I was self-conscious that I had been caught staring, but she didn’t move away. I turned to look elsewhere as though there was anything more interesting. When I looked back, she was still looking at me, and this time when I stared back, I smiled and she turned away. I thought that would be it. But a minute later, she was back at the window. She checked I was still there, then she slowly undid the buttons one by one down the front of her pyjama top. Once the bottom button was undone, she lingeringly watched me, before throwing open her top to reveal ample breasts. It was a quick flash. Over as soon as it had happened. She turned her back and walked back towards the light of the hall.
Most of the day, I couldn’t get that image out of my mind. I deliberately avoided seeing her again during the day, figuring one or both would be too embarrassed to say anything to each other.
The next morning, I was up early again, but this time was due to an early flight. I dressed in the airline uniform of dark jacket, matching trousers, white shirt and black tie. A peaked cap topped off the uniform, but I didn’t wear it in the house. I waited in the living room for the taxi I had ordered. Once again, my neighbour appeared. I turned to watch, aware that I looked a lot different from the morning before. She didn’t waste any time. She looked down her top, and then slowly began to open the buttons from top to bottom and this time removed the whole top. With one hand she caressed a breast as though smoothly rubbing oil on it. The other hand slipped down her waist band and stayed there. I was fixated and feeling very horny. Then I heard my phone. The call being the taxi that had pulled up outside without me noticing. I turned, grabbed my hat and bag, feeling flustered. Before I left the room, I took one last glance, but she was gone.
I was generally away for six days at a time. When I next got back, I was twelve hours late having been held up by a French baggage handlers strike. I was tired but tense when the taxi dropped me off in the early hours. I knew I wouldn’t sleep straight away. I made tea and went in the living room with the light on. I had almost forgotten about my neighbours’ antics. She appeared again. This time I thought sod it. In for a penny. I didn’t shy away from looking at her, but I did put on my peaked cap. I was going to give her the Full Monty without the Velcro, so probably less smooth. I unbuttoned my jacket and let it slide off my shoulders to the floor. When my tie was undone, I did the waving my arms bit, back and forth as though drying my neck. I seductively undid each shirt button, turned my back to her and then let the shirt slide off my shoulders. When I turned, I was glad to see she was still there, still watching, one hand down the waistband of her pyjama’s. I carried on and as expected, the trousers were not so smoothly removed, once the belt had been undone. I was almost laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. Once in just my white boxers I again turned my back on her, lowered them to the floor, kicked them away, put my hat over my cock which I was pleased to note had a decent semi on. She was still watching when I turned and raised my hat into the air and gave her a good view of my naked self. I blew her a kiss, then turned off the light.
I had four free days before my next flight and a couple of mornings later my neighbour met me as I returned back to the house. “Hello” she said “My name is Yvonne. I am aware we haven’t yet spoken.”
I agreed with her. We’d been neighbours for some time but never had a moment like this. It seemed awkward, both of us with things unsaid that were perhaps best staying that way.
“Look” she said. “I don’t have much time; I need to collect the kids and all. But I do have a strange request.”
Given the last time I’d seen her, she was touching herself and I was naked, I wasn’t sure what was coming next, but I hadn’t expected her to ask for the use of my uniform.
“Fancy dress?” I quite reasonably asked.
“Well, not quite. It’s for my husband. A bit of…role play, sort of…you know? I thought it might spice things up a little, a uniform is a bit of a turn on and it would be good to see John being a little more…adventurous. He agreed to give it a try, if I could….you know?
“So, you could imagine he was a pilot?” I asked.
“Sort of”
“Well, what would you imagine he was in a pilot’s uniform?”
“You” she said.
That morning, I looked out and saw the young woman was up and about in the kitchen. There was no light on, but a light from the hall or somewhere else, allowed me to see her well enough. From memory she was a mid-length brunette. I found the just-woken hairstyle strangely alluring, along with the pyjamas. She was at the sink, turning on a tap, and then I saw her take a sip of water and that was the point she saw me. I was self-conscious that I had been caught staring, but she didn’t move away. I turned to look elsewhere as though there was anything more interesting. When I looked back, she was still looking at me, and this time when I stared back, I smiled and she turned away. I thought that would be it. But a minute later, she was back at the window. She checked I was still there, then she slowly undid the buttons one by one down the front of her pyjama top. Once the bottom button was undone, she lingeringly watched me, before throwing open her top to reveal ample breasts. It was a quick flash. Over as soon as it had happened. She turned her back and walked back towards the light of the hall.
Most of the day, I couldn’t get that image out of my mind. I deliberately avoided seeing her again during the day, figuring one or both would be too embarrassed to say anything to each other.
The next morning, I was up early again, but this time was due to an early flight. I dressed in the airline uniform of dark jacket, matching trousers, white shirt and black tie. A peaked cap topped off the uniform, but I didn’t wear it in the house. I waited in the living room for the taxi I had ordered. Once again, my neighbour appeared. I turned to watch, aware that I looked a lot different from the morning before. She didn’t waste any time. She looked down her top, and then slowly began to open the buttons from top to bottom and this time removed the whole top. With one hand she caressed a breast as though smoothly rubbing oil on it. The other hand slipped down her waist band and stayed there. I was fixated and feeling very horny. Then I heard my phone. The call being the taxi that had pulled up outside without me noticing. I turned, grabbed my hat and bag, feeling flustered. Before I left the room, I took one last glance, but she was gone.
I was generally away for six days at a time. When I next got back, I was twelve hours late having been held up by a French baggage handlers strike. I was tired but tense when the taxi dropped me off in the early hours. I knew I wouldn’t sleep straight away. I made tea and went in the living room with the light on. I had almost forgotten about my neighbours’ antics. She appeared again. This time I thought sod it. In for a penny. I didn’t shy away from looking at her, but I did put on my peaked cap. I was going to give her the Full Monty without the Velcro, so probably less smooth. I unbuttoned my jacket and let it slide off my shoulders to the floor. When my tie was undone, I did the waving my arms bit, back and forth as though drying my neck. I seductively undid each shirt button, turned my back to her and then let the shirt slide off my shoulders. When I turned, I was glad to see she was still there, still watching, one hand down the waistband of her pyjama’s. I carried on and as expected, the trousers were not so smoothly removed, once the belt had been undone. I was almost laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. Once in just my white boxers I again turned my back on her, lowered them to the floor, kicked them away, put my hat over my cock which I was pleased to note had a decent semi on. She was still watching when I turned and raised my hat into the air and gave her a good view of my naked self. I blew her a kiss, then turned off the light.
I had four free days before my next flight and a couple of mornings later my neighbour met me as I returned back to the house. “Hello” she said “My name is Yvonne. I am aware we haven’t yet spoken.”
I agreed with her. We’d been neighbours for some time but never had a moment like this. It seemed awkward, both of us with things unsaid that were perhaps best staying that way.
“Look” she said. “I don’t have much time; I need to collect the kids and all. But I do have a strange request.”
Given the last time I’d seen her, she was touching herself and I was naked, I wasn’t sure what was coming next, but I hadn’t expected her to ask for the use of my uniform.
“Fancy dress?” I quite reasonably asked.
“Well, not quite. It’s for my husband. A bit of…role play, sort of…you know? I thought it might spice things up a little, a uniform is a bit of a turn on and it would be good to see John being a little more…adventurous. He agreed to give it a try, if I could….you know?
“So, you could imagine he was a pilot?” I asked.
“Sort of”
“Well, what would you imagine he was in a pilot’s uniform?”
“You” she said.