Leaving the train, a peck on the cheek,
A blush on your face, and a smile that screams - sweet.
From behind, the story is clearly at odds,
A hand on your bottom gives a succulent squeeze.
And an overzealous finger pushing the crease.

Up from the escalator, with you in reverse,
On one step higher, head buried and perverse.
Out on the street, the cavorting continues,
Whispers and kisses, touches and feels,
Your sexy moves, wide open indeed.

A smile on the faces of those in the know,
The ones in comfy chairs - those in control.
Lost for a while until video feeds changed,
Appearing once more in the public domain,
St. James Park is calling again.

The nearest bench, you don't want it too dark.
Hands dig inside to release his shaft,
You look around. Just to make sure.
Then down you go, mouth wide open,
Sucking and slurping, coughing on cock.

Foreplay is over as you point to the bench.
He sits, you straddle, and then you suck up his length,
The cock inside you pushes in deep,
Opening your mouth as if to speak,
Your moans and groans are for the benefit of none.

While up there in a room that is cosy and warm,
Sits a grinning, expectant, spotty young man,
Twitching his joystick he grins at the screen,

Hand on his groin, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze,
Watching you fuck in his own private show.

Up and down you bounce on his cock,
Until all your orgasms have come and gone.
You laugh and giggle as you get up to leave.
With a glint in your eye and a wave to the boy,
The one behind the CCTV.