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

Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part II)

... masturbated to the fantasy of a woman who was now standing only a few feet away from him in the corridor. Luckily the liquid DNA evidence of his crime had just been flushed down the drain along with the soapy suds. Rob did his best to speedily compose him self. In the midst of his shower daydream about his neighbour’s bikini clad body Rob had been completely oblivious to Ronnie’s quiet entry into the room. He had almost jumped when he heard the sound of her voice telling him she was leaving a towel and clothes. Rob nervously thanked the heavens his sexy neighbour had not entered the room and seen him pleasuring him self with his hand. Realizing how close he had come to being detected by the woman he was fantasizing about made the buff teenager jumpy. Rob’s hands instinctively moved to cover his large still half-engorged cock. What if this incredibly sexy wife had walked inside the room and seen him doing what he had been doing he wondered? He blushed and replied haltingly. “Uh okay Mrs Robinson. Um I mean Ronnie. I’ll dress and be out in a minute.” Veronica tried to control her rapid shallow breathing and give a calm reply. Her heart was still pounding from the excitement of what had just transpired. Married women in her experience didn’t often get a chance to watch a show quite as exciting as the one she had just watched. “Don’t worry Rob. Take your time. I need a shower too.” Ronnie scurried quickly back to her bedroom. She needed to pick out a nice outfit. What should ...

... she wear? Her body was tingling with excitement and her heart was racing. The excited woman was not so much walking as she was gliding on air. She felt quite different than her normal depressed “self”. The little black Panasonic transistor radio on her bedside table was playing Melanie’s new hit “Lay Down.” Ronnie hummed along to the catchy tune as her spirits rose. It had been ages since she felt this giddy and attractive as a woman. “Lay down, lay it down, lay it all down……Let your white birds smile up….At the ones who stand and frown….” Ronnie smiled and hummed along to the hit tune. She knew the words by now and the song cheered her up. In high school Veronica had loved singing in the choir. Recently the bored young wife had started to listen to KMET and Dr Demento. This DJ had exposed her to new music by bands like Buffalo Springfield and Creedence Clearwater Revival. Songs she would later introduce to her young son in the years ahead. Veronica’s pussy tingled and throbbed. The ache in her pussy took the sexy wife’s mind away from Melanie’s hit song. How long since she’d had sex? Over a year anyways she knew. Ronnie’s deprived sex-starved body was like a pile of dry tinder in search of a match. Was Rob the match she wondered? She grinned. What woman doesn’t like a romantic fire? Especially when the fire is lit between her thighs. The ignored young wife showered and hummed happily. Her head was swirling with a potpourri of taboo thoughts and illicit images. Under the ...