Fleet Week

Yes, it is that time again.  Walking through the city in the early summer heat you begin to hear what sounds like Barry White music wafting through the air.  You notice your hips swing back and forth seductively without any conscious thought or effort.  You suddenly have the urge to buy a push-up bra and you don't know why.  Yes ladies, it is fleet week!

Or it was last week at any rate.  This is the time of year when the men and women of the US Navy dock in NYC and run around town in their delicious uniforms, being all sexy and patriotic.  There is nothing quite like spotting your first sailor of the season, like when you see the first birds as the snow begins to melt away in the spring.  I, of course, am married and pregnant so fleet week is simply appreciating the view for a while.  I'm sure my husband would feel the same way if NYC had a large breasted underwear model week.

For your viewing pleasure, ladies and gay gents, I have taken pictures of a few of the sailors as they wandered around the city!  I mostly have shots from behind, partly because I respect the fact that they may not want their faces posted all over the internet and partly because the best part of a sailor is his rear end, so enjoy!