Waiting room.

Sitting opposite
I can only stare
she crosses her legs
all is bare.
Its late in the afternoon
both in a waiting room.

She must see the effect on me
shuffling in my seat
trying to hide my bulge inside.

Her mouth opens fingers
raised to her lips
moments later
covered with spit.

She looks at me with
a sensual stare
places her fingers there.
To the spot which makes
her hot makes her melt.
Where her pink flesh
will be stretched.

Carried away in a world
of her own I hear her moan.
Suddenly every thing is still
We both had our thrill.
A voice on the intercom
she is next.
She raises to leave
her seat wet.