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.