The Pickup

Come over here. Yes, you. Closer.
Now don't be shy.
I see that hungry look in your eye.
Don't mind if I just lean in to whisper..
(yes, thats them hard against you through my shirt.)
"You may not know..."
I take your hand,
"but that sexy smile...."
slide it up my thigh,
"just set off sparks..."
and under my skirt,
"in my little tinder box"
you slide two inside.

Eyes wide, I knew at once,
with your first two fingers inserted firmly in my sweet spot,
that I had made a grave misjudgement of character.
Ok, don't panic.

"I thought maybe..." gasp!
"oh, you're um, moving and mmmm"...breathe, just breathe, oh that's good...
what? right here? no! ok. just tell him...
"there're people and...mmmmmm"...out slow...in slow...
"uhhhh and maybe we should...uhhhn mmm"...sliding, yes...moving, please...
"God, that's good... please.."...in...out...in...out... wasn't I saying something...
"yes, thats it, please faster..."...panting, legs shaking
"yes, right, there, ah, ahhh, ohh! mmm"...your mouth muffles my moans
I cum hard & quick, mini-avalanche in your hand...
you stick your wet fingers in my mouth & I suck them..
Flushed, I suddenly remember where I am and notice the people nearby watching.
"Follow me if you want cock" and you head for the door.
I scramble to catch up, wondering which one of us was the pickup.