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Feb 21 2017

It’s a man thing

Miami Airport is a sprawling mass of buildings and tarmac and terminals and gates.

The quickest way to get from one side to the other, is to take the Skytrain – a kind of shuttle that whisks along the outside of the terminuseseses.

It’s only a couple of minutes journey, but as I sat there on the hard plastic seat, I couldn’t help but notice the cleavage on the blonde seated opposite me.

The top she was wearing was quite low cut, revealing a decent amount of d├ęcolletage, and the lacy, frilly bits around her bra were just about visible, forming a sexy frame along the bottom of the neckline.

Completely unaware, she leaned forward slightly, affording me a better view for a few seconds, until the swaying of the train caused her to lean back against her seat.

Then – much to my delight – the train swerved the other way, and once again she was thrown slightly forward, giving me a perfect view of her knockers.

For a moment, I was transfixed and couldn’t take my eyes off them… until I noticed her looking at me with a steely stare.

“What’s wrong with you?” she said, sitting back in her seat and straightening her top, “You only saw them this morning! Right, come on, this is our stop.”

I grabbed our suitcases and followed her out the door.

 

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  1. Alan

    hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

    1. Masher

      Wot, no puns?

  2. Juliette

    Ha! Good job, Masher. I like your descriptive attention to detail. Amazing what a pair of tits can do to a man even if he HAS seen them that morning.

    1. Masher

      We’re simple creatures, Jules.
      Some simpler than others

  3. Brennig

    I am frequently (and I mean so very, very frequently) told off by Sam for ogling, erm, Sam.

    1. Masher

      But if you stopped ogling, she’d probably get upset. No?

  4. Robert

    Well that raised a titter or two

    1. Masher

      Boom tish!

  5. Toffeeapple

    Tsk!

    1. Masher

      I know. I know.

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