No. Read a magazine.

Deciding against sleep, you pull a magazine from the pocket in front of you, glancing at the girls across the aisle. Beth is still asleep, and Emily's still reading, so you decide to try and let Sarah have a quiet time, pulling to your left sto give Sarah any room to stretch. The first class seats are big enough that it isn't much of an issue and soon Sarah titls your way. You can't help but notice her left breast falling over her arm and onto the arm of the chair, even contained as it is in the impressive bra and torn shirt. Shaking your head, you try to keep your mind on the magazine.

It seems impossible, given the dull, lifeless copy you read. The difficulty working at a magazine is that you get into the habit of judging everyone else's magazine. You fight the urge to light it on fire and go on a rant against the publisher in the middle of a first-class plane ride, instead tucking the worthless rag into the pocket once again. As you lean back, your arm brushes Sarah's breast, sending a gentle wave through her exposed flesh. You swallow, realizing how turned on you're getting by Sarah's cleavage. Cursing yourself a little, you try to get Emily's attention by waving. Realizing she can't (or won't) see you, you lean over, and you feel your arm smashing into Sarah's shirt and bra, pushing her breast again.

Sarah gently opens her eyes. “What??” she asks as she stares down at her chest. Stunned, you don't move for a moment and Sarah looks up at you. “I'm assuming there's a reason your smooshing my boob?” she asks, smiling wryly.

“I was trying to get Emily's attention,” you tell her. You feel her slide away from your arm, and while you're looking down to avoid your arm you get an eyeful of Sarah's deep cleavage. You can't help but stare and you hear Sarah clear her throat. You shrug, starting to lean back and Sarah sighs.

“And what would Emily have to do with you molesting my boob?” she asks you, though her tone is light.

“I started reading the magazine,” you blurt out quickly, “and it sucked. So I was trying to lean over to wave at Emily so I could ask her if she had something worthwhile to read.” you finish. Sarah nods.

“I almost buy that,” she says, leaning back. She shifts her shoulders left, sending her chest back to a resting position. You watch her flesh undulate briefly before you lean back yourself, only to find that you still don't have something to read. Sarah's eyes are closed, so you lean in close.

“Do you have something to read?” you ask. Sarah's eyes open slowly, and she jerks her head to you. This time you do a much better job of keeping your eyes up.

“No, John. Jeez, I liked it better when you were groping me,” she sighs. “And that might not be an invitation,” she says, closing her eyes.