I'm about to hop on a plane and head home -- should land somewhere around 1 a.m. Due to booking my trip last minute, I will be stuck in a middle-seat for a coast to coast trip. Should ruin my back for the coming weekend and tie my stomach into a thousand knots. I won't mind it so much if I get placed next to a couple petite beauties who are on their way to a lingerie photo shoot on the East Coast.I always feel like I have won some sort of lottery when I get placed next to a beauty with a low-cut top and matching low-cut jeans for a little down blouse while sleeping, and reaching-down-in-her-purse-for-some-gum thong and ass crack action. Or, maybe the equally nice prize of some nice tight-blouse -button-gap views of her Lacy bra. Or, the mother load jackpot for all business travelers -- the rarely seen, but always appreciated - nip slip!
Alas, I usually get placed between two fat guys, they smell like day old cheese, and their hairy sweaty arms hog the arm rest. Plus, they snore and fart as they sleep he whole way home. I suspect my next blog entry will be full of hatred and anger of some sort. Still, knowing what a voyeur I can be, I will probably try to look down their shirts too.
