He took me by surprise
When I thought I’d grown quite wise
I was shopping in the sales
Sifting through the kids’ clothes rails,
Looking for a boys’ tracksuit
But the lust arrow did shoot
There he was in his green coat.
I can’t say he floated my boat
Wasn’t keen on his long hair,
The way his pants had a tear,
But his elbow brushed my side.
Well, the aisle was not wide.
“Sorry, love,” he said, blushing.
“It’s fine, but please no pushing.”
“Can’t find no boxers, can you?”
“Some over here in light blue.”
“Wow, thanks so much – that’s great.”
His smile ups my heart rate.
I think he’s not such a geek,
I may take a closer peek.
My gaze is a bit too long.
He’ll think I’m acting all wrong.
“Forgive me if I’m too bold,
“But what I sense must be told.
“I think you are rather fit.
“What say you – how about it?”
“My God, you have got some cheek
“Do you think I come each week
“To pick up men while shopping,
“That I’m just some cheap play thing!
“Buy your damn boxers, you fool.
“I’ll sit right there, on that stool,
Near the changing room curtain.”
Why this was I’m not certain
So, he came back, confused
And I grinned, now quite amused.
“No one in that one,” I said.
In the cubicle, I led.
“Come on quick,” I whispered, and
Reached for, grabbed and pulled his hand.
Then he stumbled into me,
Kissed me so passionately.
I tingled from head to toe,
Felt his hardness down below,
Heard people talking nearby.
“Is that the voice of a guy?”
But we could not stop, would not.
Unzipped his jeans, felt his bot.
Stroked his manhood as he sighed.
Wanted the same; he complied.
Placed my foot up on the stool
The excitement made me drool.
He eased it in without fear,
And bonking we were, right here
Quietly went in and out.
No, not a moan, nor a shout.
But the cubicle wall shook.
“Are you alright in there, chuck?”
Asked an attendant outside.
“Fine, this skirt waist’s a bit wide.”
“Want me to fetch another?”
“No, dear, it’s for my mother.”
Then she went away, confused.
We sniggered a bit, amused,
Carried on humping until
He sighed and I felt him spill.
“My God, I so enjoyed this!”
He said and gave me a kiss
“It beats looking at clothes rails.”
I laughed and stroked him with my nails.
“But it’s getting late, must go.
“People to see, things to do.”
I got dressed and snuck out first.
Don’t want them thinking the worst.
Seconds later, out he came.
Never even asked his name.
I’ll call him ‘Mr Curtain’.
Won’t forget him – that’s certain!