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Drumming Up Lust
by Desdmona (desdmona22@aol.com)

***

She had no idea what had come over her. Her hand was 
inside her blouse as he watched. She only knew she 
wanted to capture him, make him see her sensuality and 
make him become part of it. She made lazy circles around 
her breast, encircling the areola and gently kneading 
her tender flesh. The feeling of wantonness allowed her 
to forget the crowd around her. (MF, exh, tease)

***

She sat beside a small table as the band played on a low 
stage in the back of the bar. The heavy rhythm of the 
music affecting her unconsciously, causing her to move 
in her seat. The guitar player was tall and skinny with 
a cigarette dangling from his lips, and the singer was a 
blonde pretty-boy.  She was more intrigued by the 
drummer and couldn't help staring at his forearms made 
strong from the years of wielding his sticks, as he did 
now. 

Tattoos peeked out from his shirt on his chest and 
bicep, and she studied them, wondering what they were. 
She had no doubt that others watched him as well, for 
the crowd was large and he was handsome. But his gaze 
every so often steered her way and, not knowing for sure 
if he could see her, she smiled. She willed him to see 
her. 

His deep brown eyes were fathomless and she would like 
to look into the darkness from a much closer range. The 
swaying and gyrating bodies on the dance floor 
occasionally caught her attention. Perspiration, cologne 
and natural pheromones wafted to where she sat. It was 
heady and hot and mixed with music and him. She was 
filled with want, and he seemed to be the essence of 
that want.

She waited between each song, hoping he would glance her 
way. And finally he did. His eyes caught hers. Deep 
brown met green, suspended in time, and emotions 
surfaced. Curiosity, desire, need, all reflected in 
each, mirroring the other. He winked. She knew it was a 
reflexive action for him from many nights of playing and 
many admirers such as she. His smile reached her eyes 
and she felt a genuine tug of connection. And it 
occurred to her that maybe, just maybe, it was a sincere 
wink. And she hoped.

He played like he played every night, with gusto and 
love for his music and his art. The power of beating the 
drums, forming the rhythm, the entire pace left to his 
whim. It always exhilarated him. The crowd was 
exceptionally in tune tonight, and their chants and 
screams spurred him on. He saw her first from the corner 
of his eye - long dark hair, moving in time with his 
beat, her voluptuous body swaying. When he looked her 
way, she smiled. A brilliant smile, infectious in nature 
and it warmed him.

He glanced her way every chance he got, and each time 
her attention seemed to be focused completely on him. 
She was an audience of one. He played for her, not 
knowing if she was truly watching him or if he had only 
imagined it. 

The song ended and he looked at her directly. Her light 
green eyes captured his imagination, and he thought he 
would like to see those eyes darkened with passion. As 
he watched, her eyes never leaving his, her hand reached 
to her mouth. She slowly traced her lips with her 
painted nail, and then she gently inserted her index 
finger into her mouth and began to move it in and out.

He looked around to see if anyone else had noticed this 
erotic motion. No one did, and he quickly looked back at 
her. She was sucking on her finger, and he felt the 
stirring in his groin. He sat transfixed, as she slowly 
removed her finger and traced down the front of her. She 
reached the first button, undoing it and slipped her 
entire hand inside her blouse. He was glued to the sight 
of her aroused nipples visible through transparent 
fabric. She touched each erect bud.

She had no idea what had come over her. Her hand was 
inside her blouse as he watched. She only knew she 
wanted to capture him, make him see her sensuality and 
make him become part of it. She made lazy circles around 
her breast, encircling the areola and gently kneading 
her tender flesh. The feeling of wantonness allowed her 
to forget the crowd around her. 

She liked the look of surprise on his face and felt 
sheer delight from putting it there. The power from his 
attention nudged her to continue. She removed her hand 
and let it travel down the front of her, caressing her 
skin through her clothing as she did. She reached her 
thigh and ran her hands along the tops. And then, 
slowly, opened her legs. She smiled to herself at her 
forethought while dressing that night.

He sat trying to gain control of his burgeoning arousal 
as he let every movement she made wash over him. The 
movements of a seductress, innocent yet knowing. As he 
continued to watch, her legs parted, his eyes bulged, 
his mouth went dry. His gasp was audible. 

There she sat, yards away, visibly wearing no panties. 
Her luscious mound was covered with dark soft curls, and 
the glistening of moisture was evident. His own body 
responded immediately - he felt the hardening and the 
familiar ache for release. He was astonished at how such 
an innocent-looking woman could be so bold. The contrast 
aroused him further.

As he watched, her legs began to open and close slowly, 
rhythmically, and with each new glimpse the wetness 
spread until she appeared saturated. His hand went to 
his lap to cover his apparent bulge and to just have the 
feel of touch against his swelling cock. He felt primal 
and knew his restraint was waning, but couldn't think of 
his options.

She stood and whispered words not audible but visible, 
"Come with me."

He nearly jumped from his seat, his adrenalin bursting, 
knowing his time was short before needing to return to 
the crowd. At that moment he didn't care. He wanted what 
she had to offer, and his animalistic need to have it 
superseded anything the audience might need or give.

Her heart pounded in her chest. Where had this boldness 
come from? She didn't know nor did she care. She sensed 
his eagerness and knew her own body was alive. Her 
nipples ached. Her clitoris tingled. Her palms were 
moist and her face flushed. She walked slowly to the 
corridor, innately knowing he followed her. She came to 
an alcove and stepped into it. The stone walls were damp 
and cold to touch. A coffin-like hole waiting to see 
life again. The muted sounds of taped music and a 
restless crowd echoed in the background.

The heat of his body close to hers was the first signal 
that he was there. She turned and looked at him. They 
stood face to face looking at each other and breathing;

His breath was rough and loud, and hers was nearly 
absent. He licked his lips.

She refused to think and just let feeling command her. 
Taking his hand, she guided it to the wetness he had 
recently gazed upon. The heat surrounded both their 
hands. Hot, viscous, heat. She reached for his zipper. 

His body screamed with need as he felt the slow decent 
of metal against his shaft. With deliberate yet 
tantalizing slowness, her hand reached inside his pants 
and began to fondle. Deftly, she released him from his 
cumbersome pants. His pulse quickened. He heard her 
breath, felt the warmth of it on his exposed skin and 
knew she was as eager as he. He pulled her leg up and 
placed it around his hip as his body pinned her to the 
wall. Her hand reached and guided him to her sticky 
cunt.

He was overcome by the sheer tightness, and her 
willingness. He stopped initially to adjust and to 
prevent the inevitable from happening too quickly. But 
she was ready, and her body began the motion his was 
hungering for. The erotic dance she had begun earlier 
with her finger took hold, and the rhythm born to man 
took over.

He looked into darkened eyes, pupils large and black and 
she returned his gaze, hypnotized by the depth his 
offered. 

The rush of blood whirring in his head took on the tempo 
of beating drums in a jungle ceremony. Thumps building. 
Hearts throbbing. Lust pounding.

Bodies swaying together harmoniously. 

A final thrust as he drove deeply into her, knocking her 
against the wall. Her moans of pleasure escaped through 
her feeble attempts to silence herself. Her vagina 
tightened around his penis, squeezing with each spasm of 
release. She pulled from him all he had to offer. 
Extracting the life force. 

With the explosion, she had also felt the chasm of 
surrender, and let her body relax against his. He pulled 
slightly away, breathing coming to normal, watching as 
she became aware of her actions and her surroundings. A 
gentle smile crossed his face as the myriad of emotions 
washed over hers. He kissed her on full lips, reveling 
in the soft, tender flesh. Then, slowly, he pulled away.

No words were spoken, nor did she want any. Their eyes 
met. The look of satisfaction was apparent on both their 
faces, and she whispered, "You should go."

He settled back into his seat and picked up his sticks. 
The song began and he looked out over the audience. She 
was there in her seat. The rhythm of the song and the 
pounding of drums enveloped them. Defining the moment.

END

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