Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2021 18:09:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: World's Friendliest Stewardesses In 1969 PSA airlines was the hippest air carrier on the west coast. With routes entirely in California, it was an attractive airline for pilots and stewardesses, who could usually count on being home at their end of their shifts. PSA advertised on the "Dating Game," television show, and billed itself as the "World's Friendliest Airline." PSA planes were easily recognizable by the big smiles painted on the nose of the planes, and by their brightly dressed stewardess, who wore fashionable shorts and mini-skirts in the company colors of pink, orange, gold, and other sunburst shades. It would be no exaggeration to say that PSA had their pick of the prettiest girls in California who wanted to become stewardesses. This is the text on an actual radio ad that was broadcast at the time: "Right now PSA, the airline that is famous for its stewardesses, is looking for girls. Yes... girls to fill a cute orange mini-uniform...girls who smile and mean it...girls who give other people a lift. 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 at the Los Angeles International Airport stewardesses department Tuesday or Thursday. PSA is an Equal Opportunity Employer." 19-year old sun-kissed blonde, Missy Foreman, was one of those PSA applicants. Missy had graduated from Newport Harbor High School a year before. Knowing that college was not for her, she basically drifted aimlessly, surfing at the beach and lazing at home. Her mother had encouraged her to become a stewardess, where Missy might find a more appropriate husband than the shiftless hippies who hung around at the beach. At 5'8", blonde, and tan from head to toe, Missy breezed through the initial application process. PSA Stewardess training proved to be easy as well. Missy's parents were happy that she had found something in life that appealed to her, and was buckling down with her studies and her training. After a few weeks, Missy had successfully passed her training program, and was officially issued her pink and orange stewardess uniforms. Missy's first flight was scheduled for Sunday evening. As this was a training flight for Missy, she would overnight in San Francisco, and return to LAX the next day with a different crew. Missy had been trained by PSA on how to deal with drunken businessmen who might want to become overly familiar and cop a feel of the pretty, young stewardesses. On a Sunday night flight, it was not unusual for one or two of these characters to be on board. Missy performed all of her duties well, and managed to skillfully and professionally avoid any wandering hands without upsetting or calling attention to any of the passengers. This was quite a skill, and her supervisor, Miss Morrow, praised Missy on how well she had done on her first day. Miss Morrow was 29-years old. Ancient for an airline stewardess in 1969. Most only stayed on for a couple of years before eventually getting married. Miss Morrow was still single. Pretty enough, with dark short hair that she wore under her PSA cap, she knew that she was probably on borrowed time. As soon as her looks would begin to fade, PSA would find some excuse to let her go. Passengers didn't fly PSA to be served by 40-year old stewardesses. Happy with her role as a training supervisor, Miss Morrow was based out of Los Angeles, and enjoyed having layovers in San Francisco. The flight from LAX to San Francisco took a little less than 90 minutes. Under Miss Morrow's watchful eyes, Missy helped to deplane the flight. Exiting passengers were complimentary of the pretty, blonde girl After the cabin had been straightened up for a return flight to Los Angeles, part of the training program was to check into the hotel, and for Miss Morrow and Missy to discuss what had gone well, and what could be improved. As was standard practice at the time, the two would be sharing a hotel room not far from the airport. Over dinner, the pair discussed the flight. Miss Morrow admitted that Missy had proven to be one of her better trainees, and patted Missy on one of her mini-skirted thighs. Missy noticed that Miss Morrow's hand seemed to linger, but she didn't think much about it. After dinner, Missy and Miss Morrow returned to their room. Miss Morrow turned on the TV, kicked off her heels and unzipped her mini-skirt to relax. Missy announced that she was going to take a shower, and peeled off her uniform until she was down to a white bra and nude colored panty house. Miss Monroe pretended to watch TV, but was carefully sizing up the pretty teen as she undressed. Walking to the bathroom, Missy carried her sleepwear under her arm. Missy continue to undress in the bathroom, and turned on the shower. The waterflow was strong, so Missy made sure that her shoulder-length hair didn't get wet. The warm water felt really good after the stress of her first day on the job. Missy stuck her face up to the shower head, and began to unwind. Suddenly, the shower curtain opened, and a very naked Miss Morrow was feasting her eyes on the teen who was trying to put her arms and hands in every possible combination in trying to cover herself up. Miss Morrow was a trim 5'4", with medium-sized tits, and a dark hairy bush. Naked, she looked less imposing, and was actually a very attractive woman. Miss Morrow's eyes hungrily surveyed that nude body of the pretty 19-year old. "What are you doing?!" Missy shrieked. "Shush, little one. I make it a point to get to know all of the girls that I supervise," replied Miss Monroe as she stepped into the shower. Missy was still vainly trying to cover up, Miss Morrow simply lowered Missy's hands, and began to softly caress Missy's arms. Missy was too confused to know what she should do. Miss Morrow pushed her pelvis up to Missy's firm surfer ass, and reached over with both hands to rub Missy's tan-lined 34-B breasts. Missy wasn't struggling, so Miss Morrow turned the blonde teen to face her, and began to sensually kiss her... better than any boy had ever done. Miss Morrow grabbed one of Missy's hands and placed it over her pussy. Manipulating Missy's hand she began to tentatively touch Miss Morrow's pussy. Giving in without much of a struggle, Missy began to rub and soap Miss Morrow's body, as Miss Morrow did likewise. As they stepped out of the shower, Miss Morrow carefully and tenderly began to towel off Missy. Miss Morrow spent extra time on Missy's boobs, ass, and blonde pussy. Miss Morrow led the teen to the bed by clutching on to one of Missy's athletic ass cheeks. As Missy laid on the bed, she uttered the cliché of all cliché's: "I've never done this before." She hadn't, of course, and Miss Morrow was going to enjoy every second of turning out the pretty teen stewardess. Laying next to Missy, Miss Morrow began to open-mouth kiss the girl, before focusing her attention on her pretty tan-lined tits. PSA had hired the prettiest girls, and Miss Morrow had seduced many of them. Those that turned her down were so concerned about losing their new jobs that they didn't say anything. This time with Missy. Miss Morrow felt like she had hid the jackpot. Missy was pretty enough to be in Playboy. Miss Morrow continued to lick and suckle Missy's tits. Missy cooed her pleasure quietly. Missy's tan lines showed that she preferred skimpy, little French bikinis. Miss Morrow parted Missy's legs, and went in for the feast. In a very short time Missy exploded in a volcanic orgasm, which would soon be followed by others. As they laid naked, side-by-side in the afterglow, a very confused Missy couldn't quite explain what had come over her. She had never considered herself a lesbian, but had to admit that she was sexually attracted to Elizabeth Montgomery on "Bewitched," and Barbara Eden on "I Dream of Jeannie." Miss Monroe couldn't take her hands off of Missy's body, and Missy did nothing to stop her. Miss Monroe promised to arrange Missy's schedule so that they would be in San Francisco at the same time, and promised to take the teen to a couple of the more interesting lesbian bars that had recently started popping up in the city. Many of the other stewardesses had boyfriends and fiancée's, but when on a layover, they would often make time for lesbian fun. Missy thought to herself, 1969 is wild. 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