"She Plays With Her Pussy"...(from Perversions of my Chronic Youth.. vol. 1)

   
….her hand is always down there    
beneath her short, peplum dress    
illustrating her form and fit    
and not a hint of panty......anywhere.    
   
Care to share....?    
   
Standing long and tall    
I press your lithe body against    
a cold gray dressing room wall    
upon tip toes like a tiny ballerina    
dark and thick    
my “baton” there in between her    
   
she straddles the beam and I conduct the dance........    
   
we pour a warm    
“slow screw against the wall”    
skirt pulled up to her waist    
ass grinding against the cool surface    
perhaps no longer cool    
by chance or conviction    
heat illicits a certain friction    
   
hand upon her belly bare    
I stroke her swollen sweetness    
until her bright stare is no longer there...    
   
...eyes closed,    
angst against languid    
open-mouthed smile    
breathless, she let's me linger there for awhile    
   
mmmm...what a fine mess  
navigating the *milky way*    
between her thighs, the wall and    
the short peplum dress.....damn    
a round well played!    
   
A note to myself....    
   
*She* plays with her pussy....and now,    
so do *I*.