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

Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part II)

... light and youthful. Her playful mood was infectious and made Rob’s heavy heart rise. Rob murmured with pleasure and enjoyed every second of Ronnie’s perfumed imprisonment. His lips pressing into her neck hollow served to muffle his mumbled reply. Rob regretted the inevitable conclusion of this session when the object of his most wicked fantasies would necessarily release him from her hold. His head slowly lifted away from her neck and the darkness evaporated. Rob’s befuddled brain was dizzy as he felt Ronnie’s fingers gently trail gingerly along his forearm, her nails scraping teasingly along his skin. “Grab the TV Guide and follow me into the kitchen. Maybe you can have another beer. I think they have a replay of ‘Love American Style’ tonight.” Ronnie’s dazzling white smile almost melted him. Was he falling in love? When you are eighteen and in the presence of a woman as perfect and as captivating as Veronica it is not difficult to fall in love. “Do you like that show? I love that show. Ronnie giggled and casually took young Rob by the hand. She directed him toward the large TV cabinet in the living room. It was a large TV for the time set in a dark wood cabinet with two smaller wood cabinet doors on each side of the screen. The small TV Guide book was resting on top of the large cabinet. “The TV Guide is over there on top of the TV.” Ronnie pointed with her finger. She reluctantly let go of his big manly hand. She had felt so feminine holding it. Rob walked over and ...

... picked up the TV Guide. “Wow your TV is massive.” Ronnie laughed as the young man marvelled at her big TV set. “Well when you have a husband like Carl you have a big TV. You don’t get Valentines or new dresses. You just get a big assed TV.” Rob looked over as Ronnie giggled at her own disparaging comment. How beautiful and sexy Ronnie looked stunned him again. Even from ten feet away her beauty was like a magnet drawing him towards her. The handsome young man wanted more than anything to scoop her into his arms and carry her to the bedroom. And do what? The images flickering in his brain scare him. Rob wishes he could act like his Hollywood heroes Steve McQueen and Burt Reynolds. If he could he would walk over and just really impress Ronnie. But he wasn’t anything like those confident charming guys. His favourite movies were “The Great Escape” and then just over a year ago “Bullitt” with the sexy Jacqueline Bisset. Tonight Rob is pretty sure Ronnie is even prettier than Jacqueline. Veronica’s voice lifts Rob from his reverie. “Ever since they started that Super Bowl thing in 1967 all Carl cares about is football. Oh and beer. He bought it last year. It’s an RCA Vista. Latest in colour technology so Carl says.” She giggled and turned towards the kitchen. Rob shook his head in wonder. He watched Ronnie’s hips sway as she walked. How could a man care more about football than his amazing wife he wondered? “We only have an old Zenith.” He called out and walked to the kitchen. At Rob’s ...