Hungry?

Pulling up to a city sidewalk
Parking the food truck
Start prepping for the rush
Leaning outside telling the crowd
We will be open soon
When closing the door behind you
I slide my hand inside your always commando pants
Filling your erection starting to form  
Sweat already hanging on our pores
I slide up my skirt
Letting you take me from behind
As the truck begins to sway
And moans fill the air
The crowd stares in amusement
when we are done
We open the window
And serving our customers
A whiff of our love