Girl Watching in Layover Hell

6 hours in the prison known as a concourse of one of the World’s busiest airports.

People watching. Well half-of-the-people watching. The amazing capacity of the brain to filter out half of the population from my vision. The wrong chromosome pair not even on my radar screen.

If you’re a people watcher and you’ve had a long layover in an airport then you know that there are strategic chair placements in certain gate areas that are perfect. Not the cattle herding areas where the chair clusters are cramped and facing each other. Oh no. The rare few seats that line the concourse facing out. Perfect for people watching.

Ok, let’s be honest. Perfect for butt watching. Beautiful butts. Jean clad butts. Bouncing butts. Swishing butts. Barely there butts. Vivacious teenage butts. Slim Asian butts. Shy girls hiding their butts behind sweaters. Juicy girls flaunting their butts in low riders. Oh man, are there some delicious butts to enjoy tonight.

And hair. All lengths, shapes and colors. Short bleached blonde hair. Long silky brunette hair. Flaming red hair. Elegant styled hair.

And lips. Luscious juicy pillow-ish lips like those on the two beautiful exotic Indian teens sitting next to me waiting their flight to Canada. Yeow! Would it be wrong to jump them and kiss them for the next hour?

And shoes. Heels and boots and stilettos and flip-flops. Plain shoes and fashionable shoes with beautiful ladies attached.

I don’t normally have a thing for shoes. But the beautiful blonde seated in front of my for a late lunch had on the most interesting shoes today. She was interesting as well. Shoulder length blonde streaked hair. A perfect tan and makeup. Elegant silk blouse and form fitting slacks. Expensive but tasteful jewelry – not trophy wife bling, but expensive. And those boots. Black polished leather with a high thin heel. And long, sharp, impossibly angled, wickedly pointed toes. Very exotic. Very erotic. Looking at the whole package, I’m thinking traveling feature dancer for high end gentleman’s clubs. (I saw her later in the concourse after we’d both been rebuffed on standby. I walked up beside her and said “I meant to compliment you earlier in the restaurant – you have very interesting shoes.” She smiled and thanked me and we walked together for a while. I wished her a good flight and went on my way. She’s probably wondering about the traveling businessman with the shoe fetish! J Actually, I was more smitten by that slim delicious butt in the elegantly tailored slacks.

It’s hard to be horny in layover hell.