sex on the table

I can't pin her down,
at the shops, she winks
and walks on by.
The way her hips
swing from side to side
like a metronome
have me rocking
to her beat.

At the park
we exchange
a long gaze
that isn't broken
till long after we pass.
Her eye's vortertualise
the state of my cock.
Which is attentive
to nothing else.

On the promenade
we finally exchange,
'Hellos'
that are charged
with intimacy,
from which
fantasies
begin to flower
in my minds eye.

But I still can't pin her down.

The next time I see her
she doesn't see me.
She's shopping
and I watch her bend down
and pick up a pear,
I imagine her
bending down in front of me,
lifting her skirt up
and me tearing her tights
and fucking her
as she holds onto her ankles

The next time we meet
is at our local bar.
We are both flushed
with laughter and dancing.
As the band finishes up
we bump into each other at the bar.
She smells like lusty spring flowers
with eyes full of excitement.

'Wanna go outside for some fresh air?'
I ask, not showing how hard my heart is beating.
We stand outside amongst
the winter flowers and happy people.

'So I finally pin you down then?'
She smiles in a knowing way,
which turns into a knowing look
and then I start to feel nervous.
'Are you going to tell me your name?'

She shakes her head
without losing my gaze.
She puts her hand on my chest
and leans into her hand
the only thing between
my chest and her breast.
And whispers '
Would you like to pin me down?'

I nod thoughtfully,
taking my time
to process her bequest
'I would,' I say, 'very much so. Did you have a day in mind?'
She gives me a bit of paper folded up,
It's got her address.
'I'll by there in forty minutes, see you there?'
'OK,' I say swallowing.
She slinks out off the bar
with all eyes on her arse.

I take a stanza to get to hers
it lasts forty minutes
and I'm sure you can imagine it.

Her house is on a corner,
her garden is overgrown
in a happy way.

I knock on the door,
She answers it
She's taken her tights off
and left her heals on.

'You're a brave girl, I could be anyone.'

She kisses her teeth and laughs,
'I know who you are.'

I raise an eyebrow,
'Who am I?'
I'm, a bit bemused, I hope I am who she thinks I am.

'You're Matt, you teach yoga at my friends gym.'

Oh yeah, whose you're friend/'

'Angela.'

'Ooohhh,' I say laughing. 'Well that explains it.'

'You're not going to let me down are you?'

I walk towards her quickly, grab her wrists,
swing her round and bite her neck gently.
She is squirming against me,
rubbing her arse against my cock
and trying to kiss me,
I keep my mouth just out of reach
she tries to bite me out of frustration.

I let her go and we propel ourselves together kissing
and stroking, breathing and grabbing.
Clothes leave us as we make our way into her kitchen.
I push her front down onto the table and pull up her skirt.
Her pussy is already dripping.
I take her bra and put it in my mouth,
she turns around and looks at me quizzically.
I grab her arms behind her back and tie them tight with her bra straps.

I tease her with my cock, rubbing it against her clit
and around her lips,
the more she pushes back onto it,
the tighter I hold her.
I tease her and tease her.
'Just fuck me!'She shouts.
I plunge into her
All I can feel is her hot wet pussy around my cock.
She is moaning and yelling, 'Harder, Harder.'
So I fuck her with all I got, till I feel her whole body go tight
as she come she gushes over me.
I take out my still hard cock, spank her arse,
get dressed and walk out into the beautiful frosty night.