The Meeting

When we kissed at our first meeting
Common lust was in the taste
I pulled you closer to me
My strong arms around your waist

As our bodies came together
Felt your breasts and pressing hips
Passion overcame me
My tongue passed your parted lips

You welcomed me with pleasure
As we French kissed our desire
You ground against my growing bulge
Knowing you had lit my fire

Your hard nipples poked my chest
You had left your bra at home
Somehow my cock was in your hand
You were polishing my chrome

I moved to nibble on your neck
As my fingers fucked your twat
Your pussy got much wetter
As you climaxed from your slot

Four hands were ripping, tearing
At the clothing in the way
All we wanted was bare bodies
As we continued with our play

Zippers, buttons, undone
All our caution thrown aside
I kissed each breast and nipple
As your legs were opened wide

My mouth then joined my fingers
To lick and suck your tasty clit
You grabbed my ears and pulled my hair
Said, “I'm cumming, don't you quit”

Right then and there, the dam did break
Your flow flew on my face
I could have drowned and left this world
But that would have been disgrace

Drank from your spurting fountain
And when you were at your peak
Unlike the dike in Holland
Used my cock to stop the leak

Girth much bigger than a finger
As I slid my length to close
To help, you squeezed around me
As you orgasmed to your toes

About the time the hole was sealed
My cock blew out a chunk
That let the dam flow free again
From your pussy to my junk

We were asked to leave right then
Can't come back , I would suppose
Guess sex is not acceptable
In the garden shop at Lowes