She Reads Poetry

Pushing a cart,
Down the back aisle,
At the big box warehouse,
Discount store.

Came around,
The end of the row,
Of towels, sheets, etc.

My cart was still empty,
So was hers.

It was her expression,
That stopped me.

Flushed,
Faint film of sweat,
(It wasn’t at all warm),
Alternately,
Licking,
Biting her lips,
Breathing,
A bit rapid,
Shifting from,
One foot to the other,
Staring at her cellphone.

I was calmly,
Watching her.

Frankly,
Curious.

She looked up,
Flush turned to blush.

She blew out,
A loud sigh,
Of breath.

Said,
“Caught.”

I replied,
“Huh?”

She,
“I was reading,
A poem,
On a website,
I belong to.”

Me,
“Oh?”

She,
(Licking her lips),
“About,
A guy and a girl,
Having sex,
On the lawn,
In the rain.”

Me,
(Raising my eyebrows),
“No rain,
Today.”

She,
(Blushing even redder,
Licking/biting her lips,
Staring at me),
“I can't believe,
I'm saying this,
But,
In the poem,
This is how,
It would go - - -
I’m wet enough,
Without any rain.”

Me,
(Staring back,
Licking my lips),
“I’ll drive,
But where?”

She,
“I live near here.”

In the car,
Driving,
Following her directions.

She had her hand,
Inside her pants.

(I could guess,
- - - And you can too - - -
What she was doing.)

Her breathing had,
Quickened.

Her blush,
Had returned,
To a flush,
A deepening one.

I parked,
Where she directed.

Before,
I could get around the car,
To her door,
To open it for her,
She was out,
Walking to the bright red,
Front door of a house,
I guessed was hers.

By the time,
I got there,
She had the door open,
Holding it for me.

As I entered,
She closed the door behind me.

I turned to her.

Her pants,
Her bikinis,
Her blouse,
Her bra,
Were already,
On the floor.

I pulled my shirt,
Over my head,
She pulled,
My pants,
My briefs,
To my feet.

I stepped out of them.

She put her hand/arm,
Around my head/shoulders,
Pulled me to her.

As she pressed her body,
Against mine,
I felt her other hand,
Grip my cock,
Rub its tip,
In her pussy’s,
Wetness,
At the entrance,
Of her cunt.

I stepped forward,
Pushing her,
Against the inside,
Of the closed door.

As I gripped her hips,
Lifted her,
Pushed my cock,
Into her wetness,
Her hand,
Resting on my hip,
Slid around,
To pinch,
My butt cheek,
Travel up my back.

As I repeatedly,
Drove,
My cock,
Into her cunt,
With enough force to,
Bruise her pelvis,
Her genitals,
And also mine,
Her breathing,
Became,
Panting,
Gasping,
With her,
Increasing arousal.

My breathing quickened,
Became panting,
With arousal.

Her light coating,
Of sweat,
Had become,
For both of us,
A layer,
Of slickness,
Allowing,
A sliding,
Gliding,
Of my body,
Against hers.

One last thrust,
Pined her firmly,
Against the door,
Grinding my genitals,
Against hers,
Grinding my cock,
Into her cunt,
She orgasmed,
Her cunt,
Contracted,
Around my cock.
I came,
Deeply inside her body,

As we had,
Orgasmed together,
We finished,
Together,
Still,
I held her,
Pinned,
Against the door.

She,
"As much as I like,
Being right here,
Held against the door,
With you inside me,
I do need,
To finish,
My shopping.

I pulled out,
Let her down.

As she turned,
Away from me;
She bent at her waist,
To pick up her panties;
Teasingly wiggling her ass.

I took it as an invitation,
Stepped up to her,
And slid my cock,
Back in where it had,
So recently been.

She sighed,
Ia a way that made it clear,
I had correctly,
Interpreted her,
Wiggly ass.

So soon after,
What we had just finished,
Caused what followed,
To take considerably more time;
Very,
Very,
Enjoyable time.

She vocally,
Accompanied her
Arousal with,
Panting,
Sighing,
From deeply,
Within body,
(It seemed,
From within her,
Actual soul).
As she orgasmed,
Her legs became so shaky,
I needed to hold her up,
As I continued thrusting,
Finally orgasming,
Deeply,
Very deeply,
Inside her cunt.

As I withdrew my cock,
From her pussy,
Our liquids,
Dripped from my cock,
And ran down her legs.

Me,
"We both need,
To clean up,
A little."

She,
"Me first."

I dropped to my knees,
Licked my way,
From foot to,
Pussy;
First on leg,
Then the other.

I licked,
The wetness,
From her pussy,
Enjoying myself,
From her reaction,
She enjoyed it,
Every much as,
I had.

She grab,
A handful of my hair,
And tugged,
My mouth,
Away from where,
It had been,
Busily,
Working.

She,
"Now its,
Your turn."

On her knees,
She licked,
The inside of my thighs,
My ball sack,
(Rather more than,
Was strictly necessary),
And 'cleaned" my cock,
By taking it completely,
Into her mouth,
Sucking,
It 'clean' as,
She pulled back,
Allowing my cock,
To exit her mouth.

She,
(Smirkingly),
"Not clean enough,
Better do that,
Again,
Two,
Three,
Maybe four,
Or,
Five times."

Suddenly,
She stopped,
Picked up her panties,
Pulled them on,
Saying,
"I really,
Must finish,
My shopping,
Please?"

Sighing,
I followed her example,
With my briefs.

Our eyes briefly touched,
We both smiled,
Sort of shyly,
We sighed,
Lightly laughed.

Soon we were back at the store,
She went one way,
I went the other.

Shopping finished,
I went to the shortest,
Checkout line.

And found myself,
Behind her.

She noticed me,
Smiled,
Teasingly.

I returned her smile.

She turned to the clerk,
To pay for her purchases.

Then it was my turn,
To pay,
I finished loading my purchases,
Into my car,
Turned to put my cart in the corral.

And,
There she was.

She saw me,
"We seemed to keep meeting.
Do you suppose it means,
Something special?"

I smiled,
"Hopefully."

Sadly,
She turned toward her car,
And we parted.

So,
My thought is this,
I think the poem she read,
Was one of mine;
How will she react,
To reading this one?

Out of the Rain
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/272394-out-of-the-rain/