To act the prude comes quite easy for me, 
In my kind of business it has to be,
But really I'm not so proper, you see.

At first you believed me a priggish man,
And thought I might seek a sexual ban,
But I shall make love where ever I can.

Discovering this when we first went out,
The way I caressed you could leave no doubt
Just what my feelings were really about.

When I touched your lips beneath the table,
It seemed quite clear I was not my label.
To fill your needs I was more than able.

I could feel the moisture between your thighs,
As I worked to please, and release your sighs,
While smiling and gazing into your eyes.

I licked my fingers, and gave you a taste,
One must never let honey go to waste,
We took our time with no need to make haste.

You shivered and shook when I gave you joy,
Then you stroked my shaft, as if a new toy.
How grand, your response was to not act coy.

Down below my erection was steaming,
You fondled me, and set me to creaming,
 And, oh, so glad that I was not dreaming.

You slipped quite quickly underneath the cloth,
Starving with hunger, my flame to your moth,
You sucked up the goodness, the seed and froth.

The management did not approve our play,
As I pleased you, and you pleased me this day, 
But of course we both knew we could not stay.

With that we retired and drove to my place,
And I could not erase my smiling face
Because I had plans to pick up the pace.

We had used this time to gather our trust,
And deep inside you accepted my thrust.
We had shared an evening ending in lust.