A Tribute To Littlemissblair

I read a little poem today, about a minister's wife
It seems she likes the ladies too, but that my friend is life
And yet it got me thinking, how I might write it too
A story which might spark a smile, but oh just how to do?

I take you now through lunchtime rush, into an elevator
It's crowded here but you squeeze in, the doors close moments later
Your hair smells nice and looks like silk, my senses it delights
And then my eyes take in your form, who's curves my mind hi-lights.

You wear a skirt and sweater, black and soft I see
Oh to touch that sexy form, I wonder what might be
I can't resist, my hands reach out, as the car begins to move
I touch your hips and pause a while, to see if you approve

There is tension in your form, yet you do not object
So I consider removing them, a thought I soon reject
Instead I slip one hand beneath, the soft angora coat
Caressing skin warm and smooth, my mind begins to float

I reach the base of a breast, my fingers tease so sweet
And I feel your body surrender, to a touch which can't be beat
For now you lean back into me, and let my fingers roam
As they brush the nipples and, cause your soul to moan

Yet I'm not done for I want more, and so my other hand
Begins to find what lies beneath, the skirts elastic band
Silken panties they do find, and legs which squirm from me
Perhaps this small adventure is, just not meant to be

But wait what's this, your hand it moves, to join or push away
And so I know the time is near, and I must stop this play
I know the time is short you see, for soon we must too part
taking with our memories caresses from the heart

So I start caressing now, between your legs so fair
Slipping inside the panties, to brush and stroke your hair
Your body tenses at my touch, yet it wants more I think
Ohh to have the time to kneel, to lick, and tease, and drink

Yet as I look at the numbers, climbing ever higher
I want to set your body, soul, and mind, my dear on fire
I stoke the lips so wet it seems, you've waited just for me
And the pleasure builds you know, I want to set you free

I wait until the ding rings out, then push inside you dear
With finger deep in you, for me your moan was clear
And as to doors begin to open, I roll each nipple too
Feeling each small wave of joy, which pulsates now in you

Your finger start to brush across, my leather covered form
But in your mind you know somehow, that this is not the norm
For I am not within long slacks, as you might well have guessed
It is a skirt which touches you, a woman's touch is best?

And with this knowledge I hope you find, a greater pleasure still
For you should know that in the end, your pleasure was my pill
It makes me strong and gives me joy, to tease and bring you through
That stolen moment of lust which is, known by just us two

To make you come in such a way and make your knees so weak
Is a greater pleasure than climbing, any mountains peak
And when at last I have the chance I slowly slip away
No words were spoke, nor notes exchanged, just pleasure on that day