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

Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part II)

... Ronnie gasped in concerned shock. And just as suddenly as his words stopped Ronnie’s warm body was pressed against him. He was wrapped in her comforting embrace. Her perfume, her hair, and her warmth: Rob was overwhelmed and wanted to cry. Suddenly in that instant, in this beautiful woman’s embrace, young Rob felt cared for and safe. The fears, the bottled-up words, and the nervousness: it all bubbled forth and burst out like a geyser. Ronnie soothed and calmed him in the way only a woman can care for a man. Her slender hand stroked the back of his head calming his nerves. Her soft warm lips whispered comforting nothings in his ear. Once it had all burst forth Ronnie took her handsome neighbour by the hand to sit on the sofa. She calmed the teenager down. In a soft feminine voice Ronnie assured young Rob everything would be okay. She had no certainty it would be okay? The news was bad on TV. Even so she knew she needed to be strong and she needed to calm young Rob down. Ronnie set out the TV dinner trays and went to get the Swanson’s dinners. Somehow women know “routine” is sometimes the best medicine. Ronnie knew it was time to try to cheer Rob up. So she turned on the TV to distract him from his gloom. Sitting side by side they ate the Salisbury steak dinner. Ronnie giggled and prattled on and talked about everything except Vietnam. “Do you like the TV dinner Rob?” He nodded and smiled. He was feeling better. Ronnie was so bubbly and happy it was hard for him to be a dark ...

... cloud in her presence. He wished he had a girlfriend like her. Then he would be happy he knew. “Yeah sure. The steak is great, but my favourite part is the peach cobbler.” The TV show was about to start. Ronnie turned down the lights in the room and closed the drapes. Rob’s mood had improved and he couldn’t help looking at his neighbour’s firm rounded ass as she pulled the drapes. The young man was getting horny again. The human urge to reproduce can even push aside the fear of death. Rob kept catching glances at sexy Ronnie. Her hips were so sexy his eyes were just drawn to them. Then Veronica turned up the TV’s volume as the series theme song started to play. “Oh gosh I just love this show. This one and Glen Campbell’s ‘Goodtime Hour’ are my favourites.” She giggled and squeezed Rob’s hand reassuringly. “Do you like Glen Campbell’s show?” Rob nodded. Feeling her holding his hand left him dazed. “Yeah I really like Linda Ronstadt and she was on his show.” Veronica’s face brightened. “Really? Oh my god. I just bought her new album ‘Silk Purse’. So we can play it later.” At that moment the TV show “Love American Style” began. Ronnie knew all the words to the theme song. She sang along easily in a light feminine voice. She had quite a nice voice and Rob smiled hearing her sing. “I was in the choir in high school.” She giggled. “I hope you don’t mind me singing?” Rob looked aghast. “NO! I love your singing.” He implored a little too strenuously. Ronnie laughed again. This boy was ...