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

Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part II)

... skirt. Rob didn’t think he’d ever conceived of his neighbour looking so beautiful. She was certainly sexier and more desirable than any Playboy playmate he had ever seen. Ronnie brought her light pale-blue eyes up to meet those of her stunned young observer. The anxious woman saw the dumbfounded expression on Rob’s bright keen face. At that moment she realized she had picked the right outfit. Her smile widened and her courage increased. Veronica suddenly felt very feminine and desirable. In fact, the sexual hunger written on the young man’s face made her feel bashful; did he really want her that badly? This was a feeling she hadn’t felt in a very long time. To inspire a man to leeringly look at her body with such open lust; well it had been a long time since Ronnie had been looked at in this way. Her heart did a tiny back flip of joy. The wanton look in Rob’s eyes boosted the young wife’s confidence. She soon became even more playful and poised in her pursuit of happiness. Her self-assurance quietly took hold. Ronnie was older and sexually experienced. It soon felt natural for her to take control of the situation. Approaching her handsome neighbour in her yellow outfit she walked slowly and methodically and then paused. The attractive woman did something she hadn’t done in ages. Ronnie struck a pose. She angled her hip and gave him her best “look”. Next and to her own complete surprise she performed a coquettish little pirouette for the gawking teenager. “So do you like my ...

... outfit?” Ronnie giggled playfully watching his eyes follow her calculated spin. She noticed his nervousness as her captive man-boy squirmed uncomfortably at her sexual provocation. The inspired vixen toyed with her skittish prey further. She moved forward laughing easily hoping to calm his nerves. As the horny wife relaxed she calmly pursued her “plan”. In fact, her face became more and more beautiful the more she smiled and relaxed. A woman’s most effective accessory is always her smile. Veronica’s confidence as a woman was growing by the second. The shower scene had lit a fuse. The now sexually awakened wife had a new fire in her eyes and her body was doing a slow smoulder. She moved close and gently settled her slender hand on Rob’s shoulder. She patted his shoulder softly to calm his edgy nerves. The poor boy was as flighty and fidgety as a pigeon. When Ronnie’s graceful hand moved forward towards him the poor boy was almost hypnotized. The buff handsome teenager watched her perfectly manicured hand nervously. Her soft pale-peach perfect nails entranced him the closer they approached. Rob thought that actual contact with her touch might cause his body to explode like a fuse setting of dynamite. He was so tightly wound by the sexual tension in the room his cock might well have been a stick of TNT. “C’mon let me make you some food young man. You must be famished after all that…..” Veronica patted the young man’s shoulder and smiled pleasantly. She was going to say, “mowing ...