CRUISE RIDE

(Set in LA.)  
   
His dormant manhood came alive  
While out upon a cruising drive,  
When younger hooker he did meet,  
Minidressed, sat on the long seat,  
Her legs crossed provocatively,  
Right thigh hooked over her left knee.  
Her frock was of the closest fit,  
Showing the outline of each tit  
And holding them both together  
With bared cleavage in sun weather.  
She fixed his gaze through sunglassed eyes  
And shifted position of thighs.  
   
Feeling she'd flashed a hint of crutch,  
He gave his manhood a quick clutch,  
Then drew up. They discussed the deal,  
He gave the seat beside his wheel.  
On seat she parked her perky bot.  
He drove off to a quiet spot,  
Drawing the car behind some trees  
Overlooking Pacific seas.  
They kissed and caressed in the car,  
He helped her shed her dress and bra.  
She'd been commando all along;  
There was not even skimpy thong.  
   
Between those legs that caught his eyes.  
Her loins were a shaven surprise  
To him, so used to pubic hair  
He'd seen on other women bare.  
His shirt and trousers she undid,  
Put a hand round his tool rigid,  
Poking through the material  
Like a sceptre imperial.  
Between his stomach and the wheel  
She straddled him, giving more feel,  
Pulling the Y-fronts from his thighs,  
Placed rubber on his erect size.  
   
Amidst her breasts he rubbed his head,  
And mouthed each till made hard like lead.  
Onto his tool her thighs she sank.  
"You are a big boy to be frank!"  
She said, as he moved deep within.  
From this their humping did begin,  
Her left leg up over his shoulder,  
The other bent crouched, like holder.  
She bore down onto his up thrust,  
While he gave more head to her bust,  
Till satisfaction was complete  
And windows steamed by body heat.