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Subject: {ASSM} A Story- Drums
Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2002 16:10:07 -0500
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Our vacation was not going very well. There was something bothering Steven.
He was tense and not having any fun. In all the time we had been together,
he had never gone this long without taking me. I was here with him, and I
was more than ready, but something was just not right. I don't think it had
anything to with us, but he won't tell me what it was.

The trip was almost over and we really had not done anything fun. He tried
to have fun, but his heart was just not in it. Whenever he managed to smile,
it was such a sad smile. This was not like him.

I had hidden in our suitcase a new outfit to wear when the time was right.
Steven liked to see me in sexy outfits. I had to be careful what I wore,
because when he got really hot, he could be little rough. Not that I minded
it rough. When he was into it, he was like no other lover. His blood would
come to a full boil, and he did with me as he pleased. But something was
wrong with him now.

It was Thursday and the resort was planning a big party. I thought this
might cheer him up. I slipped in the bathroom, and put on my outfit. Looking
at myself in the mirror, I was pleased with what I saw. A white sheer lace
teddy with a bra line that cut just above my nipples with a contoured fit,
perfectly matched to the curves of my body. A pair of white thigh highs that
rose just to thick part of the top my legs. Steven liked thigh highs, but
not if they came up to high. He wanted the flesh at the top of my legs
exposed for his own pleasure. I liked this teddy because there were little
snaps between my legs that opened things up. I put on my dress and covered
up the outfit.

When I came out of the bathroom, Steven was just moping about the room.

"Let's go the party, baby, come on, let's have some fun!" I said to him.

"Sure, honey, let's go." he said.

We went downstairs and into the open area around the main pool. There was a
large band stage sent up with a huge dance area surrounded by large burning
wicks. The smell of fresh grilled food was in the air, and everybody looked
happy, except Steven.

When we sat down, I decided this had gone on long enough.

"What is it baby, what is wrong?" I asked.

He would not look me in the eyes. After a minute, he leaned over and told
me.

"I was laid off the day we left," he said.

"Is that it? Is that what this is all about?" I asked.

"I don't have a job," he said.

"So what!" I said, "find another one. You were underpaid at that place
anyway. Hey, I love you whether you have a job or not, okay?"

I could see the tension just leave his face. All of a sudden my old Steven
was back. His smile was there, his energy was back and he looked like a
thousand pounds had been taken off his back.

"What a gal, you are," he said with a wide smile.

Just then the band began to play. This was no ordinary band, it was a made
up of percussion instruments only. A blast of rhythm came from the stage and
I could see Steven really loosen up. He jumped up and grabbed a passing
waiter and took two big drinks off his tray.

"For me and my girl," he told the waiter.

He pulled me out of my chair over into his lap, and we drank our drinks as
the band began to drive a powerful rhythm into the night air. Steven reached
up his hands and felt my nipples.

"There's my boy," I thought.

"Hey, what you got on under this dress?" he asked and started to raise up my
skirt.

I slapped his hand, "Steven!," I said and he rolled his head back and let
out a loud laugh. I had been waiting all week to hear that man laugh.

He started to tap his fingers on the table and then he began to rock from
side to side. He slammed down his drink and ordered another one.

"Let's dance," he said.

"But there is no one else out there," I said.

He didn't care, he pulled me up and took me to the dance floor. I felt a
little funny out there, just the two of us while so many people watched.
Steven's blood was up and there was no stopping him. When the band saw us
come out, they shifted to slow powerful rhythm. Steven was very fit and his
balance was outstanding. He really had no idea what we were going to do,
except we were going to dance.

Steven just let the sounds flow through his body and I just went with him.
The dance rhythm slowing grew in tempo and then all those drums kicked in.
All kinds of drums, pounding out a steady powerful beat. The sounds just
seemed to flow right through Steven and his movements were fluid and
graceful. Half the time his eyes were closed but he always had a hand on me
somewhere. The drums beat and Steven whirled, tossing and pulling me as he
went. We used the whole dance floor, and out the corner of my eyes, I could
see people looking at us and watching Steven glide. The pace of the drums
accelerated and Steven kept time. I guess he just needed to let go and let
go he did. I had never seen him, or any other man move like this. The drums
got louder and the beat got faster, but Steven had plenty of power left. The
sweat started to roll down his face and I was having a hard time staying up
with him. I just let go and went which ever way he moved me. He was dancing
for both of us and the all the people just sat and watched.

I didn't think I could go any more, when the band leader started jumping up
and down on the stage urging the drummers to keep up with Steven. He was
making everyone's blood rush as he danced and flushed out all his emotions.
Up and down the band leader jumped urging the performers to play harder and
faster, and Steven just laughed and spun even more. Sweat was pouring off
the band leaders face and all the drummers were getting exhausted but Steven
kept going. The rhythms pounded and we danced. Steven wasn't going to quit,
not tonight. Around and around and around we twirled all across the floor.

Finally the exhausted band leader raised his hands and when he dropped them,
all the drummers quit. Steven and I slowly spun to a stop and he put his
arms around me and let lose a big loud laugh.

"Now that was fun!" he said with sweat running down his face.

The band leader wiped the sweat from his face and tipped his head at us.
Steven put his arm around my waist and we walked off the dance floor. People
looked at us as we pasted, but Steven did not see them.

We walked over to our table and Steven made me sit in his lap. When I sat
down I could feel the steel rod in his pants.

We sat there for a second and caught our breathe, but Steven was to hot to
sit still.

"Let's go for walk," he said.

We walked around past the main pool and back under the palm trees near the
ocean. The breeze off the sea felt good.

"What is under that dress?" he asked and reached his hand up along my leg.
There was no stopping him this time. When his hand reached the top of my
thigh highs and he felt my soft flesh, he looked at me and I could see it in
his eyes. He twirled me around over to a big palm tree and raised up my
dress. As soon as he saw what was underneath, he slapped my ass and I knew
what was coming. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and kissed me
with his blood flushed lips.

He raised up my dress, but it kept falling back down, so finally he just
took it off and threw it in a beach chair. He looked at me in that outfit
and his face went flush.

"God damn you turn me on!" he said and he used his hands to pull teddy down
past my nipples.

He turned me around and told me hold up my tits. I held them up as high as I
could and he sucked them hard and left each wet, excited, and erect. Then he
raised up his hand and gave them each a little slap. I tuned my head to the
side and he quickly pulled my chin back to him and kissed me as I stood
there holding up my breasts.

He turned me around and pushed me back against the big tree.

"Put you hands flat on the tree," he told me. I quickly did as he said.

"Stick it out!" he ordered.

I stuck out my ass and he began to spank me. How that man spanked me! Both
my cheeks were really getting it when the band started playing again. The
rhythms came through the trees and even the palms seemed to move with the
sound. Steven put his hand on my hips and forced me to stick my ass out even
further. When he had me all open, and just he way he wanted me, he pulled
his pants down, unsnapped me, and put that hard dick of his between my legs.

He just dipped in for second then pulled back out. He liked to get me really
open and wet before he rammed it in. I kept my ass out and waited. When he
had me wet and my lips parted, he pushed himself all the way in.

"Ohhh,.. " I gasped as he entered me.

He stared to rock in and out with the beat of those drums. Pounding me with
his rod and slapping the sides of my ass if I didn't stand just right.

I tried, but I just could not stop my head from rolling back. He put one
hand on my exposed neck and the other on my hot privates.

"Stand still!" he would say and slap me and play with my privates. His
pounding cock, those drums, the breeze from the sea, his fingers on my clit
and my burning ass just pushed me through the roof. He just kept on pounding
me and those drums kept on beating.

"Come on, baby," he said, "give it to me," and slapped my ass again and
again.

The closer I got, the harder he slammed me, urging me to let it go. I could
not stand it any longer, my legs tightened up, my ass tightened, my butt
checks tensed up, and the muscles around Steven dick just started to quiver
as I came out loud.

"AHHH!....ahhhhhh..," I gasped as I slowly went limp. He let me stand there
leaning up against the tree with his rock hard dick still in me.. After a
minute or two he pulled himself out and slowly turned me around and held me
up.

I was a mess. He pushed my hair back from my face and put my breasts back
up.

"That's my girl... That's my girl," he said as he kissed all over my flush
face.

He walked over and picked up a beach towel and dried me off. Then he put my
dress back on and we walked arm and arm back the dance. I sat in his lap and
he finished his drink and then mine. He put his hands where ever he wanted.
That was fine with me.

After he ate a big full meal, we went back up stairs and opened the windows
so we could hear the waves rolling in. I laid on the bed and he worked on me
for hours. He had allot of catching up to do and I was so glad to be there
for him. After he could go no more,
he laid out on his back and brought me over to him. He liked me to lay on
his chest.

He pulled me in tight. It was nice and cozy in there.

All in all, it turned out to be a pretty good vacation.


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