Click Goes the Lock

Sauntering down the aisles of the mall
Hand in hand with you
"Woops," I quip as I drop my purse
And slowly bend down to retrieve it
While behind my back you raise your brow and bite your lip

Fixated on my curves from my shoulders
Down to my waist, and jeans taut on my butt
To slender legs to strappy sandals below
Next thing I know you're erect against me
Gently wrapping your arms around my waist and grinning with glee

We wander into a clothing department
Filled with the latest fashions
I grab a skirt, you snatch some pants
And off to the dressing rooms we go
Both sneaking into one stall hoping the clerk didn't follow

Click goes the lock
Thud go the shoes
Swish goes my hair out of its tie
As you seize the hem of my shirt
And wrench it over my head speedily and alert

Sweepingly I unbutton your pants
And rip them off of your figure
Within an instant that feels like eternity
We're both bare and eager with desire
No longer bound by the cloth of our attire

Drenched with perspiration
We hungrily caress one another
I gasp in ecstasy as you nurse on my neck
And fondle my front and back
You lift me up onto your lap ignoring the stall bench as it cracks

Daintily I stroke your manliness
Moistening your chest with my tongue
I can hardly bear these emotions you evoke
With every impact of your skin against mine
I gaze lovingly into your fiery eyes marveling as they shine

Saturated down below
You know you must act fast
So you position me gently in place
To slide your rod inside
Rippling muscles dripping with sweat, moaning softly as you glide

Swift hands rub up and down your back
Massaging deeply into your flesh
As strong hands grip me securely
Rapidly quickening the pace of your thrust
Lost in the moment exploding inside with sensations so robust

I swallow a scream so no one will hear
But I can't help the thumping
The racket is so clear
Racing mind tells me to plead you my dear
To stop before we are in trouble I fear
Because footsteps are sounding ever so near...

Click goes the lock
Thud go the ring of keys
Drop goes the jaw of the manager
As we clutch one another in bashful affection
Exposed to the store population and void of protection