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

Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part II)

... gave her lashes a quick curl. The anxious insecure woman looked into her mirror for a final time. Was she “beautiful”? Did men still desire her? Was she at all like those perfect women who appeared in Playboy magazine? So many doubts clouded her thoughts. The often desperately lonely woman realized she still looked quite beautiful. Didn’t she? Her heart lightened a touch. She thought of how young Rob had gruffly called out her name and groaned with desire as he masturbated. She recalled how his body had contorted in tortured pleasure to her fantasy as he had his final spasm of joy. Yes she thought, her young neighbour must find her desirable didn’t he? Why else would he call out her name and buckle over to spill his seed? Gazing in the mirror Ronnie hesitated one last time. “What are you doing?” She spoke the silent words to her admittedly attractive reflection. “He’s only eighteen?” Ronnie shook her head in wonderment at her own audacity. But her uncertain tenuous smile had already turned into a mischievous grin. Was she really going to seduce him? Could she go through with it? Never in her life had Veronica tried anything like this. She steeled her nerves. There had to be more to life than what she had been served so far. A bowl of flavourless gruel—even Master Twist wouldn’t ask for a second helping of her life. What else she wondered? Ronnie looked around her scattered collection of beauty accoutrements. She saw the expensive bottle of perfume. This perfume was one of ...

... her true indulgences. As a final touch Ronnie splashed on some of her favourite scent. She adored “Diorissimo” with its lily of the valley aroma and light notes of jasmine. She let the unique floral scent tease her nose and her thoughts drifted. With the perfume offering a new sensuality to her mood she brightened. The scent inspired in Ronnie the feelings of a young girl walking hand in hand with her lover in a flower garden in Paris, or perhaps Barcelona. This light romantic feeling infused her and lifted her heart. Veronica had never been to Paris, or anywhere really, but she still had dreams. Her mood softened and she hummed happily. Then she smiled. The young woman was determined to have fun tonight notwithstanding her unhappy predicament in life. Her eyes became lively and flirty as she exited her bedroom. _________________________________ Rob stood refreshed and waiting for Ronnie in the living room. The young man looked more mature and confident than his years would suggest. He was dressed in the grey cotton shorts and a plain white polo shirt Ronnie had provided for him. His chestnut brown hair was tousled and still a bit damp from the just finished shower. His cock was still half-swelled, but the bulge in the front of the shorts was not too noticeable. When Ronnie entered the room the young man’s jaw nearly dropped in awe. She was a vision of sexual perfection attired in the sexiest yellow outfit the young man had ever seen. Her legs looked so sexy with the short ...