Monday Morning Meeting

In a Monday morning meeting
Just a little after eight
My cell phone in my pocket
Began to silently vibrate

I knew it was a message
And I took it out to see
To my surprise, here's what it said
And it began: It's only me

I'm thinking of you baby, as I lay here in the bed,
Of the way you eat my pussy, while I'm giving you some head
It made me think of lunch today and a nooner you may want
Right now I have two fingers buried deep within my cunt.
I'm finger fucking fiercely as I dictate to my phone
That's me, and not the background, if you hear a scream and moan.
I'm getting myself ready, now I'm terribly in heat
My legs are spread out widely, in anticipation of your meat
You are the man, see you at lunch, I've prepared what you may eat

I looked around the table
To see if anyone had seen
It was soon to be my turn
To stand and take the screen

My cock was up, fully erect
I could not stand that way
To make my presentation
I had to make it go astray

Thumped it with my index finger
As I heard a nurse will do
When she's gorgeous and exciting
And she's trying to shave you

She has your penis in one hand
As she shaves around your balls
If she feels that you're erecting
She'll thump, if a reason calls

Pardon me, I have digressed
The thumping did me good
Took away my hard tumescence
And softened up my wood

 “It's time for you to speak to us,
I will not repeat your name,
You look like you're distracted
Get your head back in the game”

I stood and I was grateful
Just the way, I will divulge
Doing what a nurse may do
Took away my mighty bulge

I took the pointer in my hand
And began to show my plan
My mind wandered to the last line
Which said, “You are the man”

I hurried through my show and tell
As I said my last refrain
My cell phone, in my pocket,
Began to buzz again

The business was said and done
 I was the last to speak
Brunch was being brought in
It is tradition every week

I sat back down and took a look
At the phone within my hand
And on it was a picture
That would make my pecker stand

She was straddling her dildo, which was shoved into the base
Both hands were pinching nipples, was a big smile on her face
The message that was following, said, “just see what you have missed
I've climaxed, but not satisfied, fucked myself, but was not kissed.
Will wait for you 'til noon time, when the hands are overlaid
Then I'll start again without you, I'm your lover, not your maid

The trip from work about and hour
It was now ten fifty-eight
I excused myself and hurried off
Knew I better not be late

Went through every traffic light
Mostly green, but some were yellow
I thought of what was waiting
For my hard upstanding fellow

Slid sideways in the driveway
Was no time to lock the door
Ripped off my clothes, when entering
And left them on the floor

Rushing through the entry
With my hard cock in my hand
I thought I heard some music
Words, I did not understand

As I turned into the family room
And my balls were turning blue
There were fifteen people singing
“Happy birthday to you”