Waiting at the corner cafe

An online date, I pictured him,

Handsome, cut, and thin,

But boldly moving all about,

Between his waist and knees so stout, 

Is the quarry that I seek,

For I am gentle, but not meek.

His voice seemed booming, Confident. 

Sounding like he had intent.

His tastes were refined,

Like an aged wine.

But as I sat and drank my cup,

I noticed there were others "up"

A burly man as stiff as wood,

And in my mouth would be quite good,

Another younger handsome fellow,

Who rubbed his crotch while wearing yellow.

He couldn't take his eyes off me,

When I got up to take a pee.

I once thought he might follow me in,

But missed that chance, oh what a sin!

It throbbed inside his pleated pants,

I wish he had just seized the chance!

My skirt was short by any means,

Without knickers watched by fiends.

At a distance, an open truck,

A waving dick, offered to fuck.

I blushed and smiled as he stared,

And stared right back as if I cared.

He stroked it several times in view, 

For the likes of me and you.

In my mostly unbuttoned blouse,

I bent, to crush a half smoked butt. 

He saw my cleavage pouring out,

And lost his load, I have no doubt.

When up walked, 

Another tall, big handed lad,

Who had a bulge that made me glad,

When he stepped up and asked to play,

He was my date, on that fine day.