PULLED OFF

When I brought the truck to a stop  
I started pulling at her top    
as we kissed with the windows up,    
knowing it would end in a tup.    
    
When I pulled off her pullover    
I HAD to eye her all over    
because, I truthfully report,    
she had no upper bod support.    
A topless beauty sat before me,    
her breasts, I thought, formed perfectly.    
Eacn nipple was an exact twin,    
stood out darkened from creamy skin.    
     
She told me that she did not wear    
the slightest bit of underwear.    
My mind went into overdrive    
as loins signaled, 'Prepare to swive!'    
When her shorts to me she yielded,    
she was totally unshielded.    
Her triangle of nether hair    
like sign arrow spelled 'Get in there!'    
as she climbed on me and faced front,    
My shorts' flies were against her cunt.    
     
By time she gave one sandal slip,    
I had, like, a Viagra trip.    
Johnny Thomas was pointing north -    
higher than to the Firth of Forth    
on some imaginary map -    
how she could do this to a chap!    
We pulled my shorts and underpants    
in consensual circumstance,  
She said, 'Let the dog rabbit see!'    
How warmer her skin felt on me.    
     
We kissed more, with her breasts I played,    
marvelling  at the way I made    
her nipples point sharp at my chest,    
while I felt from her pubic nest    
the beginnings of a trickle    
on my finger. I gave lickle    
when I let her have a taste    
of the honey from under waist.    
     
She stretched her height up from my chest.  
My neck sandwiched between each breast  
while the tongues of our mouths wrestled  
and her thighs astride mine settled.  
On my shaft she deftly mounted.    
The down thrusts I loudly counted    
as the windows began to steam    
acting the stuff of a wet dream.    
 
I was past point I could withdraw    
when a kick from her burst the door.    
Any passers by would have seen    
our full-on getting-to-grips scene.....    
She called my performance 'stonking',    
her words seemed backed up by honking    
coming from odd passers driving    
given a glimpse of us writhing,
the curves of her well rounded rump
being caressed while she did hump.