Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part III) - Sex Stories

Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part III)

... swooned under the intensity of the almost virgin-like kiss. Rob’s hesitation and naiveté had made the sensation so intimate and special. To teach a young man to kiss was so delicious and remarkable. What woman would not treasure such a moment? Ronnie’s heart was racing. Her body wanted more, hungered for more. The learner’s-kiss was not nearly enough. One kiss carried on into a second more intense kiss. Ronnie’s hands were cautiously exploring Rob’s broad back. Then she moved a hand up higher to run her fingers through the young man’s thick lush brown hair. Oh god the urges between her thighs were becoming so strong. Veronica’s whimpers and mewing sounds were being muffled by Rob’s increasingly hungry and provocative kisses. Less and less timid the man-boy began to venture forth. His tongue tentatively touched Veronica’s bottom lip gently testing her limits. Encouraging her skittish lover Ronnie opened her lips just enough to send him the signal to go further. “Yes please, put your tongue in my mouth just like that.” The young wife wanted to implore. Each of them was learning the new language of lovers. Touches, suggestions, questions, answers; all of these were delivered via the unspoken lover’s smoke signals. This special code was only comprehended within the privacy of their lover’s conversation. Had they been given time no doubt these two could have learned to communicate largely without language. Ronnie smiled. Her eyes were warm. Her body was on fire. Teaching this ...

... sensitive young man how to make love was now her one single ambition in life. Veronica moved her lips forward and closed her eyes. She let the kiss and the darkness take away everything except that moment. Her tongue tangled with Rob’s in an intimate dance. Ronnie’s perfume teased Rob’s nose. Her strands of hair tickled his neck and cheek. Her soft sensuous lips pressed onto his. With more throbbing his cock got even harder—if that was even possible? The nervous, but ardent lover, felt the vibrations from Ronnie’s mouth pass into his own as she let out a soft moan of female pleasure. His cock jumped and throbbed with pulsing rushes of hot blood. There was a lot of awkward fumbling—too much to describe to be honest. After all young Rob was a tentative virgin and Ronnie? Well for Ronnie this was only the second man she had ever been with. So it took a while for the clothes to come off. There was a lot of blushing. Ronnie giggled more than a woman should. Her own cheeks flushed and turned pink more than once. Finally in spite of it all the yellow skirt and sweater had been cast aside into a rumpled pile next to the bed. Rob had been completely unaware of how to unhook a bodysuit. This had necessitated Ronnie eventually doing it her self to help the young man with his unsolvable dilemma. She reached to her crotch and quickly unhooked the small hooks holding her bodysuit top in place. With each piece of clothing that came off Rob became more terrified. What was he supposed to be ...