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Subject: {ASSM} A story - Rose
Date: Sat,  7 Dec 2002 07:10:01 -0500
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Rose

I spent the entire night on the internet looking up new jokes. Rose liked to
laugh and I liked to make her laugh. When she really laughed her face would
pull back and her chin would rise up a little. She would turn her head to
the side and her hair would fall over her shoulder as her laugh slowly
turned to a big smile. Her laugh came from deep down inside and I loved to
hear it.

I have always had a knack for making people laugh and I was so glad I was
able to make Rose smile. We were going on our first trip and I wanted to
have some new material for the plane. I never really told jokes, I just
worked the funny ideas into the conversation.

When I arrived at her door, she greeted me with her big smile. She had on a
blue dress and her hair was loose and freely hanging about her shoulders. As
she walked, she had such a fluid grace to her, I just could not keep my eyes
off her. Of course her real name was not Rose, but she had been called by
that name ever since she was a young girl.

"My dad always called me Rose", she would say.

When we were finally on the plane, Rose asked the stewardess for a pillow
and she laid her head on my shoulder and went straight to sleep. I gently
stroked her hair and the side of her face. Every so often I would bend my
head down to smell her. The whole trip she sleep and I never was able to
tell my story about the grandmother and the chocolate covered peanuts. I
guess I could use it later.

It was dark when the plane sat down. The landing jolted Rose and she woke
up. "Are we there," she asked as she wiped the sleep out of her eyes. We
walked down the airplane stairs into the terminal. A Jamaican band was
making merry and Rose smiled. She had never been to Jamaica. That is why we
where there. The islands seemed to have a magic about them and the Jamaican
magic was all the more special. We found our car and rode to the hotel. Rose
was wide awake now, asking me all about this and that. I answered her as
best as I could while she looked out the window. We arrived at our hotel,
checked in, and found our way to our room. I had booked a very nice room
high up with a view of the bay. I was quite pleased when we entered the
suite. The floors were hard wood and the lien was real cotton, white and
starched. The bedroom had a large old style canopy bed that Rose seemed to
really like. She laid down on it and asked me to come lay next to her.

"This is great," she said. Rose was happy so I was happy.

We cleaned up a bit and then went to a late dinner. While we ate, Rose went
off into a little description of her former husband. She usually did not
talk about him, but tonight she had something to say, so listened. Rose told
me she had loved him at first, but that he just had no sense of imagination.
She told me how, over time, she just lost interest in him because he never
surprised her and the relationship just became stale. I listened very
carefully to this. A woman like Rose was not very likely to come into my
life again, so I wanted to know everything I could about how to keep her.
She said what she had to say, and then that was that. Then a smile came back
to her face and I tried my peanut joke. She laughed, but I think it was more
at me than the joke.

"Your funny," she said with her head off to one side and her hair flowing
over her shoulders.

There was a little calypso band playing so we danced a slow dance. Rose
liked to dance. When we sat back down, Rose noticed a tall Jamaican lady
wearing a colorful full length dress.

"Oh, I like that dress," she said. That was all I needed to hear.

After we had gone to bed and Rose had drifted off to sleep, I came back down
to the lobby and asked around about the dress. The locals told me there was
a shop that made that particular dress a few miles away. I arranged for a
cab to take Rose and I there first thing the morning.

She was excited about the dress shop and she smiled with excitement the
whole ride. When we arrived, the ladies in the dress shop came out and I
told them we were there for a custom dress. They all smiled and invited us
in for tea. I pulled one of the ladies off to one side and whispered, "Spoil
her, get her anything she wants."

Rose and the dress ladies spent all day making dresses and cutting up. The
dress ladies seemed to so enjoy having her there. And why not, her smile and
laugh lit the place up. When finally all her dresses were made, we went to
the front to pay. I noticed one of the dresses Rose had made was more like a
short blouse than a dress. It had a longer flap in the front and the back,
something like a mans dress shirt. It was okay with me, whatever she wanted
was fine. As I was paying at the checkout counter I saw a rack of log silk
scarves. I had been thinking about what Rose had said about her husband, and
seeing those scarves gave me an idea. It was a bit risky, but I decided a
little risk was worth it. I took four long white ones off the shelf. Rose
saw me, but said nothing.

She was anxious to try her new dress, so we to the room and she put it on.
As she walked down through the lobby every man over the age of thirty five
followed Rose with his eyes. She was grace in motion with her flat abdomen
and her full curved hips and nice chest. She was a real woman, and I was so
thankful she was with me.

We ate dinner and danced until late in the evening. She finally looked at me
with that smile which signaled to me it was time to go bed. Arm and arm we
went to our room. She went back into the bed room and closed the door. I
wondered what that meant. But the door was not closed long when she opened
it dressed only in the short blouse she made at the dress shop. As she stood
there in that shirt, with her smooth legs slightly shinning in the light and
her bare feet on the hardwood floor, I thought she was the most beautiful
sight I had ever seen. She opened her opened arms wide and said, " Well,
silly, don't just stand there, come over her and see me." So I did.

I took her in the room and lead her to the bed. I kissed her and slide my
hands under the silk shirt to fell her warm soft breasts. After I had kissed
her for a while, I took off her shirt and laid her on the bed naked and face
down. I went over to the desk and took out the silk scarves brought them
over to the bed. She saw what I was doing, and she moved her legs open and
her hands towards the bed posts. We had never done anything like this
before, but I had felt the passion in her, and I was not going out of her
life because I lacked imagination. She let me tie her hands and feet to the
bed posts. When she was secured, I stood up and took off my clothes. Under
the soft light, she looked like something out of a dream. Her soft sweet
skin all uncovered. Seeing her full firm round butt unclothed and her hands
and feet tied made me so excited I could hardly stand it. I pulsed with
rushing blood and excitement. I laid down on her with my hard cock laying in
the middle of her cheeks. She gently raised her ass and rubbed herself
against me. I pulled her hair back from her face so I could see her. Then I
sat up and raised my hand and gave her a little slap on the ass.

"Oh!", she said as she sucked her breathe in between her teeth making a
hissing sound. I was unsure exactly how to read that, so I gave her another
whack. She hissed again, but this time she raised her ass up for me to slap.

I gave her another pop, and she just wiggled her butt around, so I whacked
her again, this time a bit harder.

"Oh," she gasped, "I like that," she said.

I reached my hand under her to feel her breasts and to check her nipples.
She raised her self up a bit so I could do as I pleased. Her breasts where
full with large brown rings around her large plump nipples. As I felt her,
she was excited and the ends of her nipples were firm and sensitive. I began
to give her a constant light spanking and all the while she kept her butt
raised. She soaked up every slap and waited with growing anticipation for
the next. I felt her private areas and she was generating such heat between
her soft full thighs. Based on her sighs and moves, I knew I had my fingers
on the exact right place. She slowly moved her butt from side to side as I
spanked her and touched her. From time to time I leaned over and kissed her
and nibbled her ear. I had felt her get excited before, but this was
different. She made a sight laying there all tied up. Her ass was so
desirable and I wanted it. She began to raise and lower her butt cheeks in a
rhythm. Each time her cheeks came up I gave her a slap. On the harder slaps
she made a little gasp, but she kept on with her movements. Soon the rhythm
began to quicken and her movement more erratic. I kissed her, but her eyes
were closed and her lips where tight. I  laid on top of her. She opened
herself full and raised her cheeks as high as her tied feet would allow. I
used my free hand to run my cock up and down between her butt cheeks,
stopping a few times right on her ass. I knew I could do it if I wanted. Her
movements were becoming a little more erratic as her excitement grew. I
raised up and slapped her ass pretty hard a few more times on both sides and
she made little gasps with each whack. She finally just stuck her ass out
and I took her. She let out a deep sign as I slide deeply inside her.

"Oh god!" she said as my shaft went all the way deep in. I did not have to
move, she did it all. She went back and forth on my rod all the while I
rubbed her spot. Her tension grew and her ass swirled around until finally
she just froze and the lips between her legs began to quiver and I felt her
come from deep inside.

"Ohhh..,' she gasped as she expended herself fully. I stopped what I was
doing and just laid on top of her until she was all still. After a minute
she moved her hands in way to let me know it was time to untie her so I
quickly did. She roller over on her back and pulled me down on top of her.
She was warm and so open. She kissed me and used both her hands to put me
back inside her.

"Your turn," she said with her full smile. I took her over and over again
well into the early morning. Each time I entered her, she was warm and
ready. I released inside  her many times.

At breakfast that next morning not a word was said about anything.

Finally I had to ask her. "Rose, did you have a good time last night," I
asked.

"Mmmmm Hmmmm," she said with a smile and fixed me a bowl of cereal. "You
need to eat, keep up you strength," she said with a smile.

Looking at her in the morning sunlight I could see why her dad had always
caller her Rose. I can't imagine calling her anything else.


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