by Lisa Mamou_____We've been trying to get together for weeks now. One or the other of us keeps having schedule conflicts. We decided this Sunday we would spend the day getting to know each other better no matter what. We meet for brunch at this little cafe you like. When I arrive you're already there; looking fayanne as usual. You're sitting in a booth along the side of the restaurant. Your coat is laid out on the bench opposite you. I smile when I see this. "So, you want me next to you", I think. I place my coat on top of yours and sit next to you on the bench. The waitress comes and takes our order. We chit chat about our week as we wait for the food. I tell you about a writing class I am taking.
_____"So, you're a poet?"
_____"I wouldn't exactly say that, but I enjoy writing poetry."
_____"Would you write me a poem?"
_____I look at you blushing. I always thought of you as conservative and kind of closeted and here you are in a crowded restaurant openly teasing and flirting. "Ummm, sure..."
_____"Then go ahead," you smile.
_____"You mean right now?"
_____"Uh, huh."
_____I drop my reserve. "Okay, but you'll have to let me whisper it in your ear." You turn your pierced lobe towards me. I whisper in your ear. "I wanna kiss your lips, my lips to yours. No not there, but there..." I touch your mouth and then reach my hand under the table and lightly touch your spot. I half expect you to jump, or worse slap my face, but instead you...widen your legs.
_____"I want to take take my tongue and gently lick, tracing your outer lips." I move my finger around your pussy.
_____"I want to move my tongue slowly in." I can feel your wetness through your panties. I slip my finger through the sides. Ahhh, you are wet. I put my finger in and you jump slightly.
_____"My tongue is moving in and out. Faster and faster. Your wetness is getting slicker." I move my finger harder, faster and deeper.
_____"I bring my lips to your lips to taste your juices. Then I discover it - your pearl." My finger strums you. You moan. The couple in the booth in front of us look at you. You smile at them, but your eyes are glazing over. You don't really see them. I keep whispering in your ear. Keep playing my luv song on your clit.
_____"I kiss, nibble and suck. I kiss nibble and suck." I move my finger in you, on you. In, out, around. I feel you wanting to move. To fuck my finger in front of all these folx. That's awwright, baby. Just sit here and I'll fuck you - good.
_____"I feel you quiver. Then your knees lock and you start to..." You clasp your legs shut around my finger. You're trying to control it. You want to, don't want to.
_____"...Come. And come and come." You shudder. I remove my finger. Place it in my mouth and suck off your juices.
_____"Sorry, I guess that wasn't really a poem."
_____"Maybe you should try again?"
_____"Lets leave and I'll write you a sonnet in the car."
