She Caught Me Staring

I was sitting on a bench,
Enjoying the sun's warmth,
On a truly beautiful afternoon.
 
She strolled past,
Sipping a cold drink,
From the nearby shop.
 
I and every other,
Male along her path --
Noticed her immediately --
And smilingly checked her out --
From beautifully styled long raven hair,
Gorgeously curved eye brows arched perfectly,
Above the deepest emerald (almost sparkling) eyes,
Centering a perfectly shaped peaches and cream face.
 
Her lace trimmed sunny yellow blouse,
Set off the most alluring cleavage between,
Two golden suntanned well rounded breasts,
Just barely showing rosy areola hinting of nipples,
Clearly displayed by the taunt sheer lacy yellow silk.
 
Her narrow waist,
Peeked between blouse,
And deep black pencil skirt,
Split on both sides from hem,
Half way up well shaped thighs --
The hem of her skirt stopped nearly,
A hands width above her dimpled knees,
Revealing the most delightfully shaped legs.
 
Yes,
I stared.
 
She,
Turned,
To face me,
Hands on hips,
Spoke very directly,
"I suppose you would,
Like me lying on my back,
With my legs spread for you?"
 
I,
Smiled,
And winked,
At her in return,
"I prefer you bent --
Leaning on your bed --
Skirt above your waist --
Panties to near your knees --
Legs crossed above your ankles."
 
"You see,
I like the feel,
Of a tight pussy,
To push my cock into."