Univited Threesome
As I walked down the airplane aisle, I was annoyed noting I had been assigned a middle seat. Unsurprisingly I hadn't found time or internet in Athens to adjust my seat 24 hours prior to the flight being preoccupied with sneaking into Zeus's Temple and screaming matches over directions with a brand now ex-boyfriend. I was frazzled but relieved to be getting the hell away from the European continent.
I get to my row and see twins, well sort of. A father-daughter duo in matching outfits, how adorable. Except the daughter was clearly in her later teens and they were dressed rather punkish. They looked up and saw me dismayed. "Would you like the window seat so we can sit together" the father offered. "Oh my gosh, that would be great, thank you guys so much." I responded before gleefully sliding in the row, ready to bunk up against the plane's window.
I started to take note of their outfits, skinny jeans, matching floral Vans slip on shoes, and matching red and black checkered flannels. The dad adorned a hat and a peppered mustache as well. I wondered why they had booked seats with an open middle in between them. It took about eight more seconds for me to realize. Oh. Oh goodness. Is she legal? Dude.
The father and daughter began their foreplay as they sat in the seat. The daughter, well clearly not the daughter, girlfriend, popped her legs onto the man's lap. Then the trans-Atlantic make out session began. I quickly realized they had hoped for an empty middle seat, turning their seated make out sesh into presumably a poor man's first class bed for their heavy petting.
As the plane flew onward they began ordering drinks. Whiskey on the rocks, it seems girls with daddy issues take their liquors hard. The alcohol led to my personal space invasion. Yes I had a better seat, but I also got a girls back shoving against my shoulder as her boyfriends' sloppy kisses pushed her backward. Her long brown hair being flung into my face as he rubbed her head. When she wasn't damn near resting against me, they were standing and staring at each other before again more make out sessions. It was times like these I realized how annoyingly good my peripheral vision was. If her back wasn't against me, her feet certainly were, as she nuzzled into the Terry Richardson look-alikes lap, before more whiskey could be delivered.
I did try to determine their ages and my best guess was he was mid forties and she could possibly have been 20. The matching outfits were bizarre but perhaps not as bizarre as them shoving a total stranger against a plane window for 8 hours so they could make out. It was what I will consider my first and only threesome. I wish I could have sat in the middle seat just to see the face of disappointment, it'd be the same face her dad has when he looks at her.
I get to my row and see twins, well sort of. A father-daughter duo in matching outfits, how adorable. Except the daughter was clearly in her later teens and they were dressed rather punkish. They looked up and saw me dismayed. "Would you like the window seat so we can sit together" the father offered. "Oh my gosh, that would be great, thank you guys so much." I responded before gleefully sliding in the row, ready to bunk up against the plane's window.
I started to take note of their outfits, skinny jeans, matching floral Vans slip on shoes, and matching red and black checkered flannels. The dad adorned a hat and a peppered mustache as well. I wondered why they had booked seats with an open middle in between them. It took about eight more seconds for me to realize. Oh. Oh goodness. Is she legal? Dude.
The father and daughter began their foreplay as they sat in the seat. The daughter, well clearly not the daughter, girlfriend, popped her legs onto the man's lap. Then the trans-Atlantic make out session began. I quickly realized they had hoped for an empty middle seat, turning their seated make out sesh into presumably a poor man's first class bed for their heavy petting.
As the plane flew onward they began ordering drinks. Whiskey on the rocks, it seems girls with daddy issues take their liquors hard. The alcohol led to my personal space invasion. Yes I had a better seat, but I also got a girls back shoving against my shoulder as her boyfriends' sloppy kisses pushed her backward. Her long brown hair being flung into my face as he rubbed her head. When she wasn't damn near resting against me, they were standing and staring at each other before again more make out sessions. It was times like these I realized how annoyingly good my peripheral vision was. If her back wasn't against me, her feet certainly were, as she nuzzled into the Terry Richardson look-alikes lap, before more whiskey could be delivered.
I did try to determine their ages and my best guess was he was mid forties and she could possibly have been 20. The matching outfits were bizarre but perhaps not as bizarre as them shoving a total stranger against a plane window for 8 hours so they could make out. It was what I will consider my first and only threesome. I wish I could have sat in the middle seat just to see the face of disappointment, it'd be the same face her dad has when he looks at her.
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