Her Skirt

Her skirt the shortest of the short
I'm sure a micro mini
Panties would have ruined it
So she wasn't wearing any

Every step, the hem would kiss,
The left cheek or the right
Exposing more each step she took
For the skirt was more than tight

Her ass was firm, no jiggle there
Her buns were round and hot
Her thighs had just a little spread
To expose her honey pot

Toned and muscled were her legs
Tanned and ready from the sun
I imagined them wrapped 'round my head
Could have a little fun

She dropped some change, and bending down,
Exposed her hidden place
Trimmed and ready for some action
Would love her pussy on my face

To reach and feel so tempting
But could cause me lots of strife
I cupped and felt it anyway
For the skirt was on my wife

She stood  and turned  to see me there
And with a sparkle in her eyes
Said, “Let's leave this super market,
I hope I'm in for a surprise.”

She didn't have to tell me twice
Left the cart there with the meat
Don't think there's many calories
In what I planned to eat

The parking lot was sparsely filled
No one else around our ride
We climbed into the back seat
Had to get my tongue inside

She was ready with no panties
Spread her legs, her pussy damp
Not so easy in a compact car
Thought I might get a cramp

The scent was musky, sexy
As my tongue licked fold to fold
From end to end from clit to ass
My adventure there was bold

Nosed her clit while burying
My tongue within her slot
Trying hard to reach the “G”
With all the tongue I've got

Must have worked more than a little
She no longer could refrain
Hands pulling hair pushed deeper
Orgasm turned to rain

I thought that maybe I would drown
But in a way that I would want
Drinking from the chalice
Of my wife's climaxing cunt