She walks into the bar room
And I hear every male suck in her sexiness.
Even before she sits down (which is her party piece)
She has filled their lungs and loins with musk and lust.
Then she does it.
Not a millimetre too much or too little.
Sublime architecture of skirt and thigh
Seducing silent debate from every dog and bitch.
Some pretend to be indifferent.
But her nylon gravity makes fools of this pretence.
Her legs are holding court, and everyone is listening to their speech.
Especially the ones with their back to her.
I’ve seen it all before.
But like everyone else, I’m teased and captivated.
She knows I am the most excited, and only I see her next move.
Prophesised by a flash in her eyes.
It is sublime.
Momentarily leaning back in the chair she raises the stakes.
A glimpse of laced stocking top flares then disappears just as soon.
Like a quick lick to my balls.
She smiles a knowing smile.
Refuses a drink from the waiter and stands up.
Basking momentarily in the heat of lustful eyes before making for the door.
It is my cue to follow….
I enjoy the disappointed faces before leaving.
My sap dragging me out the door and round the corner to where she is standing.
Not a word is spoken by either us.
My lips crush hers and my hand enjoys the dark hairy wetness of my knickerless wife.
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