No, I don’t mean that way.
Here I am almost to the top of the world - Alaska - and loving every minute!
I flew into Seattle and began my 3 hour layover by parking my ass and ordering a Seattle’s Best Chai Tea Latte (my favorite). After the latte, I wandered around a few of the shops and noticed the exact same “Sleepless In Seattle” night shirts that they were selling the first time I had a layover at Sea-Tac about 8 years ago. After buying a few rags (Star, National Enquirer, and my all time fav, World Weekly News) I head on over to check the arrival schedule. WTF!?!?!?! My flight is showing 4 1/2 hours later than it is scheduled! I’m not too worried about it just yet.
I take my magazines and wander over to my favorite spot at Sea-Tac - the dark, quiet area with the comfortable chairs and the wall light display that isn’t working anymore. On the way I stop at the Moonies booth so I can mess with the two cute bald guys in the orange robes. What a head trip.
I plant my ass in one of the compfy chairs, paint my nails (finger and toes), read my smut, pretend to laugh my ass off when an old man stops by to tell me a blonde joke, eavesdrop on an interesting conversation between a young woman and the parents of a guy she used to date 5 years ago, watched a little boy biff it trying to run away from his big sister, and finally go into the bathroom to “prepare” ;).
The plan started by putting a fake, red rose tattoo on my left breast. This got me into a conversation with two other girls who saw me wetting it down in the sink. They got pretty hyped and helped me out with my plan. I changed into my white lace teddy with the red hearts and the red lace stockings and garter, they helped me with my hair. I then put on my jeans and t-shirt and the three of us hung out for a little while until they had to leave for their flight.
I went to check on my flight and saw that it now said “cancelled” - fuck! My plane originated from Chicago and was snowed in!!! The airline put us up in a hotel and scheduled us to depart the following morning.
My sweety tells me that his daughter will be with him at he airport because she needs to be in Anchorage Saturday. This, on top of everything else, put an end to my plan. That’s cool though, I love his daughter and would rather have her there to great me with a big hug.
We finally made it home and have been making up for it ever since. Things are good but Sunday and my flight home is coming way too fast.
It’s beautiful here and I want to stay forever!
You turn me on. But maybe it’s because I just spent 20 years in the jungle, getting it on with anything I could attract with a piece of fruit.
