Saturday, February 24, 2007

What Color the Panties

The thin material of her nurses pants
showed her panties yesterday were pink.
Today was easy to see a lovely blue
am looking forward to red I think.

Yesterday she brought ice and water
caught my eyes on her rear.
Today she lingered for a while
smiling with not a bit of fear.

She peeped back as she walked
making sure I caught it all.
Later our eyes met knowingly
as I watched her walk down the hall.

Her smile, slick and broad
breast bouncing here and there.
She whispered to watch after lunch
maybe there'd be no under wear.

I left but returned in excited appeal
as she lingered to load the oxygen tank.
She brushed me ever so slightly
knowing I'd want to get a yank.

Said I was going to take a break
heard something about the rehab spot.
As I stepped from the elevator
could see the whole silhouetted lot.

I nearly got passed the door
when I was snatched by the collar.
Her hands all over me, feeling
till I could almost holla.

My hand went right in her pants
to feel no panties there at all.
Damn, the thrill of moisture galore
the anticiaption of a ball.

She reached, locked the knob
snatched off her pants in a slick move.
Undoing my belt pants fell in a heap
while saying we got to get in the groove.

Grabbing a handful of my genitals
caused a sudden heaving rise.
Making me grab and pull her
tightly up against my thighs.

With minimal fumbling
I plunged deep in her wet abyss.
Grinding her hips to meet me
we faded into the oblivion of a kiss.

She lifted her bra to expose them
those nipples tight and hot
as my tongue tortured them
while we pounded in that spot.

In a quick powerful heave
she begged me to cum.
Been watching and wanting you 
been needing me some.

The eruption was spontaneous
as we let out a monster sigh.
The warm towel hit my groin
as we stared eye to eye.

She puckered a quick kiss
said we must do this again.
You are what I been needing
thru this lazy day of rain.

Patting her on the ass
as she hurried out the door.
She whispered in a purr
we got to do this some more.

Del Cano 2007 February