Behind The Curtains On A Slow Bus Home - Sex Stories

Behind The Curtains On A Slow Bus Home

Travelling on the twenty six bus Friday afternoon 2pm Sitting Standing Music on Music off All the leafy lanes And car parked streets Blinds down or drawn Curtains plain, chintz, washed or boiled Then there is closed Why? Baby sleeping, Daddy shifts Or Mummy tired Granny nodding and knitting Uncle Ted wanking Auntie Pat masturbating Yes you heard me right All those sweet whiter than white Male, female or in between Rubbing, pulling or poking Knickers down, pulled aside Brassiere up or off Two, three, four fingers or more In, out shake it all about On the plumped up pillow A rolled up used sock today Crinkled panties yesterday Thinking of Neil from Deal Or Cath from Bath Last night Tomorrow night Any night, any place, anywhere Perhaps on the bed In the chair Standing Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow Kleenex, towel, sheet Maybe on the carpet floor Light blue with a hint of cream How far do you go Mary Jo? What really goes on... Behind the curtains on a slow bus home P.S. Did ya lock the door!