Swaying Hips

When we're out together, even doing something as mundane as shopping at a big box store, you might catch me falling behind a bit as we walk around.  It's not because I don't want to be seen with you, quite the contrary - I'm feeling really happy.  It's that you're wearing a full long skirt, and your hips are swaying back and forth.  I could watch for hours mesmerized by the way you move, swish left, swish right, the fabric waving around your legs.  There's a secret within there, the details of your curves, and more besides, that only we share.  Many stimulating thoughts are  triggered in me by just watching that motion. Wgat does the touch of the cloth and the weight and grip tight below your waist mean for you? Does the rythym of your hips telegraph a message of how you're feeling about your body in a code only for me to interpret?  What thoughts do you have you look back over your shoulder and catch me lost in a fantasy about my sexy swaying wife? Do you know how you delight me, how I wish I was part of that motion , my hands holding you tight as we swing together?  You know what's going on under my clothes, when I have these thoughts.  Ducking into to a side corridor just out of sight, we embrace, kiss, and then to relieve some of my longing, you press yourself close and then slowly spin yourself around in a circle, our hips grinding together, the sensitive nerve endings in both our bodies feeling every bump and raised area in its corresponding partner