I was posted in Kenya at that time and I was traveling back home to India from Nairobi. My flight from Nairobi was scheduled to take off at 5.30pm for...Mumbai. The announcement came in that the flight was on time and we should proceed to the aircraft. As I was walking to board the flight I saw a lady who should be around her mid/late 30’s in burka but her face open. Our eyes met and somehow I felt something in my body seeing her. She also stared at me and then we were walking to board the. Still she grabs his arm and leans closer to yell her reply, and to ask if he is alone. The smell of her moves through like a phantom.He waggles his head, and she pointed to her friends, all of whom are dancing about her, young and fashionable students, but it’s hard to see who they are, since the people around them seems to press in on all sides as if the whole crowd belong to her.He nods his head energetically to their vague faces, sliding his eyes back to her to gauge her mood. She passes him. “Ol’ Blue here usually don’t like nobody. He sure likes you, though. You must be a pretty special lady.”Iris blushed again, and had to turn away from him. She looked to the horse to cover her embarrassment. He was everything she had fantasized about, right down to the accent and southern charm. She could feel herself getting wet again just thinking about it. She hoped that it wasn’t still showing through her scrubs. “How about I help you get him in the trailer,” she asked, still avoiding eye. Then the garter-belt andI looked at the stockings, they were nude but so soft as I handled themgently. I rolled them and then slowly slid them one leg at a time, Iattached the front garters to the garter-belt and then while watchingmyself in the mirror did the back ones. I adjusted the garter tabs sothey were tight and then looked at myself in the mirror.I was amazed at the image I saw, although the bra was somewhat flat, theremainder showed me a young woman in lingerie and I felt pleased.