Pocket Pool

I had seen her time and again, always at four-ten
We rode the same bus dam near to the end
Sun shining or pouring down rain, we always came
Never speaking a word, a smile and a nod became our game

I would listen to the music in her voice
As she sat beside an old lady, discussing her career choice
I listened with intensity, here and there we would lock eyes
The moment was charged, but with a smile we allowed it to pass by

But to watch as she got off the bus each and every day
Smiling as she walked by, pretending that it was okay
The wild moves of her body, made me want to make it obey
She read the look of longing,so she added a little more to her sashay

But for whatever reason the bus today was filled up
There was standing room only for the both of us
And the bus kept getting more crowded, with no one getting off
I was backed up against the glass, and she, and she was so dam soft

She had been forced to back up completely against me
As the bus bounced and swayed, she reached back and grabbed me
When the bus wasn't bouncing, she simply ran her hand up and down my thigh
I grabbed her around the waist as I cough to hide a sigh

As she pressed into me more, moving her body up and down
Her hand slid into my pocket and started exploring all around
She grabbed my dick massaging the shaft, reaching for the tip
She leaned back into my chest, I kissed her nape and brushed her ear with my lips

The stop before hers, she withdrew her hand
My man was swollen and twitching, making fucking demands
She spun around and kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth
She whispered into my ear, tomorrow I'm gonna take this tongue way down south

We agreed that tomorrow, she'ld be coming home with me
Maybe to wrap this up with some fiery ecstasy
We exchanged names and numbers, I promised to call and text
Maybe we'll talk for a few hours about that pocket sex