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Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part VII)

Date: 5/22/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: flytoomuch, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

she felt like the luckiest woman in the world. The small black plastic Panasonic radio was tuned to her favourite top-forty radio station. The number one song in the last week of August was “Make It With You” by Bread. Ronnie loved David Gate’s soulful voice. The troubled young wife sang along softly to the lyrics. “And if I choose the one I’d like to help me through, I’d like to make it with you…..I really think we could make it, girl….” Veronica was startled from her reverie. She heard a car honk from outside. The pretty young blonde looked out the front living room window. She called out to her husband Carl. “Gordon is here.” Carl’s heavy footsteps could be heard as he lumbered down the narrow hallway. The surly husband did not offer even the pretence of a goodbye kiss for his sexy young wife. He did not even approach to hug her. Veronica looked up with her soft pale blue eyes hoping her husband would show a tiny sign of recognition or appreciation for her. But again she was disappointed. Nothing. Carl grunted as he exited the door. “I’ll be gone two weeks.” That was all her husband said to her as he carried his suitcase out the door. Ronnie smiled and waved weakly. There was no emotion or feeling in her half-smile. The hollowed-out wife gazed out the window as she watched her husband get into Gordon’s white Ford Fairlane. All the fighting, Carl’s short-tempered moodiness, the blow to her cheek; it had all made Ronnie her self quite touchy and moody. She was down in the ... dumps. The young wife felt like her period was coming, but she knew that wasn’t the case. It had come almost ten days ago now. She was touchy and miserable and sad and worried and the last twelve days without Rob had been the worst of her life. What was making the beautiful young blonde so emotional? She needed her Rob. She needed some passionate love making. She needed some attention and some hope. She needed to be held and comforted. She needed a kiss. She needed to lie in his strong muscular arms. She needed to shed her clothes and feel his lips make love-tracks on her naked skin. She needed to orgasm and feel her heart pound wildly. Veronica stood still by the window in her tan coloured suede leather mini skirt wondering how long it would be until the doorbell would ring. She had worn the mini skirt because she knew how much Robert loved it on her. Every time Rob saw her in that mini skirt he would get immediately horny. She smoothed a crease in her cream coloured blouse. Veronica was nervous and fidgety. The world seemed to stop turning as she waited. The seconds were passing like hours. Veronica was filled to the brim with intoxicating—and yet conflicted—strong emotions. She wanted to be chipper and happy. She wanted more than anything to put a smile on her face for her Robert. He would be with her in minutes. But the light upbeat mood she was seeking eluded her. In his bedroom next-door young eighteen-year-old Robert was watching Ronnie’s house intently. It had been so ...