Wolf Whistles

 

She sashays past the building site
Skirt short, blouse tight
Wolf whistles she doesn’t mind
But there’s always one you’ll find
Who always goes way over the top
Who just doesn’t know when it’s time to stop

Then one morning her eyes flash a warning
He fails to see it starts pawing and fawning
Swift chop to the neck lays him  low
Followed up by an ego blow
She rips down his jeans ‘so what colour are yours?
Mine don’t have colour I’m not wearing drawers’

She rips off his Tee shirt ‘now Show us your tits’
His mate are all laughing she has them in fits
‘You were thrusting your hips and rubbing your cock’
She whips off his undies his mates got a shock
All his four inches exposed to the light
Now they’re are all pointing with howls of delight

Now about this blow job you asked me to do
What if I laid my fanny on you?
Forcing you to give me head
When my period’s on how’s that she said?
She knocks his knackers with the toe of her shoe
‘Now let that be a lesson to you.’

The lads are still laughing they won’t let it go
He slinks in a corner face all a-glow
The boys just can’t wait to tell this tale jolly
His girlfriend will dump him when she hears of his folly
He slowly gets dressed trembling with fear
She walks off triumphant wiggling her rear