There are certain places where many beautiful bottoms may be studied. University towns are a classic example. So are towns or other centres where many fit young people gather for outdoor pursuits, such as, say, Windermere in England's Lake District. Big railway stations are good too - at least in Europe. And similarly, airports have promise, especially ones used by many fit young people. Keflavik airport in Iceland is one such.
I was returning from a short break in Iceland and found myself waiting at baggage check-in just behind three student-age girls, two of Indian subcontinent origin and one white redhead. This last looked nice but very girl-next-door. One of the other girls was quite plush and attractive in a rather traditional way, but my attention was drawn to the third - slim, nice legs, truly beautiful face with high cheekbones and long hair, she seemed vivacious and restless, chatting, laughing, moving around. They were all wearing outdoor winter clothing so no bottoms could be seen. Their accents belonged to southern England and I saw U.K. passports.
I saw them again going through security a bit ahead of me and then in the lounge, where I had a considerable wait and not a lot to do. The beauty had removed some outer clothing to reveal blue jeans (not very tight) and a firm, pert little bottom. Then as I walked past it happened. She decided something wasn't quite comfortable about her trousers and tugged them sharply up. This had the effect of suddenly outlining the precise shape of her round little buttocks, complete with central crack and undercheeks. It was a mere instant, but burnt itself into my memory.
I assumed this was incredibly good luck. But did I underestimate her? Had she noticed?
She wasn't on the same flight. |