The airport sighting thread makes me think about something that happened yesterday. I get seated next to a very pretty blonde on my plane to Minneapolis and we make some small talk before she goes back to her texting. She was really attractive, but had on a loose fitting pullover and didn't appear to have much boobage. I was tired from a long day of traveling and napped most of a short plane ride. As we approached the airport, she asked if I wanted the window shade open, and I said "sure." That's when the fun began.
Not being a frequent flier, I like to look out the window and see the view. You can already tell that she had the window seat and I was next to her. I glanced out the window every once in awhile and then looked out the window on the other side of the plane to see if anything was visible in that direction. While I was either doing that or just leaning back in my seat, she unzipped her top part way down. I took another look out her window and the radar immediately spotted some great cleavage on a pair of D-cups, not huge, but really nice.
Now that might seem like the whole story, but actually it's just starting. As we approach the landing, the pilot starts breaking and the plane starts to shake. Guess what else starts to jiggle? So here she is looking out the window and I have a wonderful view that no one else can even guess is there. I had carte blanche to stare all I wanted to. The thought occurred that she was putting on a free show; I don't know and don't care. In any case, I had several minutes of some spectacular jigglage. Of course, I continued my previous pattern of looking both ways, but I definitely knew which side my bread was buttered on, if you know what I mean.
As we deplaned, she took off her pullover to reveal a truly spectacular body. She had on a very tight, bright yellow, tank top and she was very slim, accentuating her boobs even more. I'm guessing most of you boob hounds have seen gals that didn't seem that big, but because of how they are proportioned, look huge. I imagined she was a high price call girl that was coming into town to service one of the PGA pros, but she was probably just some student doing some traveling.
My point here is this: have you had such an opportunity to stare at some really nice racks without impunity? I'm not talking strip clubs here either--gotta be somewhere you didn't expect it.