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Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part VII)

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

the air. In a couple of years there would be the Santa Monica Track Club opening along with many new gyms. “I’m hungry, Rob.” They looked around the motley crowd of beach people. Soon enough they found a hot dog vendor and bought a hotdog each. A firm steady breeze was coming off the Pacific Ocean. The two lovers sat on a bench and gazed at the pier and the grey bluish horizon of the ocean. As Rob ate his hot dog he got some ketchup on his face. Ronnie giggled and leaned in to lick the dab of red away from his cheek. Robert slid his arm around her trim waist. Tugging her forward he planted an impetuous kiss on her soft lips. Ronnie felt dreamy and was oblivious to the bystanders. She just kissed the man she loved in return. Veronica felt the sun on her arms and the salty air breeze blowing her blonde hair. She felt Rob’s lips on hers. The day felt perfect. “I love you.” She murmured into his ear. He grinned proudly. “I love you too, Ronnie.” Later they made their way back to the car and kept going along the coast highway. Ronnie checked her map. She turned up the car radio. They were driving slowly now and there was little traffic so she could listen to music. “Signed, Sealed, Delivered” by Stevie Wonder came on the radio. As Veronica heard the words she looked over adoringly at young Rob. “I am truly yours,” she whispered to her self as she gazed at him lovingly. They were driving slowly now along the single lane coast highway. It was really just a simple two-lane road that ... wound along the coast, not really a “highway” at all. The ocean and sky seemed to blend together in the horizon to the west, matching shades of blue-grey that fused in a fuzzy line far in the distance. The next song to come on the car radio was “Hand Me Down World” by the Guess Who. Ronnie squeezed Rob’s hand as she looked up the road. “We’re almost there, honey.” Rob squeezed her hand back, but a very gentle squeeze. They had passed the Getty Villa and gone past Tuna Canyon Park and Cross Creek Road. They had stopped the car at Corral Canyon Park to sit by the beach to rest for a bit. The besotted couple were just revelling in being alone together. The Pacific Ocean seemed so huge as they took in the panoramic view. Continuing on they were now approaching Dune Drive. It would be here they would find the tiny collection of huts and beach houses where Skye had her little get-away beach house. The key to the door would be under the potted plant by the front. They would be alone. “Here it is. Turn towards the beach down this road.” Where Ronnie was pointing wasn’t much of a road actually. There weren’t any billionaires populating Malibu yet. It was more a dirt track for the dune buggy aficionados like Steve McQueen to get their buggies down to the beach. Rob slowed the low-slung Mustang to a crawl. He was afraid he might damage the car on a large rock or deep pothole. Cresting a small rise covered in scrub grass there it was. Finally they could see endless sand and the ocean and ...