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

Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part II)

... scared her. It seemed to the young wife a porno movie was somehow playing inside her head. She withdrew her wavering finger. Her body was almost trembling with needs she was fearful to even acknowledge. Could women really want to do all the things she was imagining? Ronnie truly tried to stop the naughty thoughts, but it was no good. She sighed, closed her eyes, and surrendered to the moment. Her young neighbour was so sexy, his body so toned. Plus Rob was so sweet and innocent? She was certain this man-boy was a virgin. Veronica had never taken a man’s virginity. She’d only been with one man in her whole life—a brute. The very idea of coupling with a virgin thrilled her to the core. She smiled and gave her pussy a final cursory stroke. She had made some sort of decision. Right? Wrong? She had no idea. But it was her decision. Veronica had her “reasons” and her “rationalizations”. Didn’t she deserve some happiness she said to her self? And her young neighbour seemed so lonely too? Would it really be so wrong she wondered to hold him tenderly in her arms? Ronnie seemed to find it easy to discover more reasons in favour of the seduction she was planning. Ronnie had heard naughty rumours and stories of older women having younger lovers. Novels had been written about women who had “affairs”. She thought of “The French Lieutenant’s Woman”. It must happen in real life she decided. The Europeans did taboo things like that she’d heard. Other women had freed themselves from ...

... drudgery--why not her? Out of the shower Ronnie dried off by patting her sexy body with a soft cotton towel. She quickly reviewed her possible outfits. The nervous potential seductress didn’t want to leave the young man alone for too long. Handsome inexperienced Rob was so skittish she feared the young colt might run away? The frustrated wife began to develop her “plan”. In the background her transistor radio was now playing a hit from a few months before in 1969. It was the song “Baby It’s You”, by the band “Smith” from Los Angles. Dr Demento was playing a lot of “Smith” songs lately. Ronnie tapped her fingers to the lovely tune while looking at her various outfits. The song on the radio was a pop re-make of a Burt Bacharach song. She really liked it since the lyrics were very romantic. Veronica wished she had a man who she loved like that. The image of Rob appeared in her mind and she smiled. Ronnie looked questioningly at her blue summer cotton dress. Too “blah” and ordinary she thought. Next she looked at her lavender sundress that was much cuter. Then she spied her yellow outfit further down the rack. She pulled it down off the rack and held the hanger looking the yellow ensemble critically. The skirt was much shorter than her dresses and mid-thigh. Yes perfect she decided. She smiled satisfied with her choice. The woman who was doing her best to look “sexy” next selected yellow tights to go with the yellow mid-thigh skirt she had chosen. The final touches were to pair it all with ...