Veranda Nights, Silent Bliss

The porch swing creaked a gentle rhythm as the last slivers of sun bled into the horizon, painting the sky in shades of apricot and rose. Tom and I sat side-by-side, sipping our wine, the familiar comfort of each other’s presence a balm against the quiet solitude of the evening. Thirty-five years. Thirty-five years of shared laughter, whispered secrets, and an undeniable, burning desire that had somehow, miraculously, only grown stronger with time.

“Do you remember the wedding of your college roommate?” I asked, my voice soft, laced with a playful challenge. Tom, ever the tease, raised an eyebrow. “Hmm, vaguely,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why do you ask?” I knew he was hoping for one of my stories, a trip down memory lane fueled by lust and longing. “Just wondering,” I said, feigning nonchalance, “I was thinking back over a particularly romantic encounter, but it was so long ago, I wasn't sure if it was with you or an old boyfriend.”

He chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. “Oh, I must have been there. The one at the lake?” My heart quickened, recognizing the familiar setting. The memory, sharp and vivid, flooded back. It was 1984, we were barely married, still consumed by the raw, untamed passion of new love. Our college roommate's wedding at a rustic resort nestled in the North Carolina mountains. I was an extra, a decorative piece in the festivities, but Tom, with his intense gaze and confident touch, had quickly made me feel like the center of his world.

“The wedding was lovely, the reception a wild affair,” I began, relishing the way the memory unfolded. “There was a fantastic DJ spinning 70’s hits, and everyone was dancing with abandon. The air was thick with heat, and my high-heeled sandals were off, replaced by a little black cocktail dress that you adored. No bra, of course – didn’t need one then!” I leaned closer, resting my head on his shoulder, savoring the warmth of his body against mine. “I recall you asking me to slip off my tiny black lace panties and hand them to you. I excused myself, feeling a delightful thrill of anticipation, and returned a few minutes later, my gift in hand.”

I retrieved the damp lace from my jacket pocket, feeling the familiar heat of arousal rise within me. “‘I have something for you, darling,’ I said, tucking the panties into your pocket, a small act of rebellion and intimacy. You reached in, pressed the fabric to your lips, and casually returned them to their temporary home. Champagne flowed freely, and the heat intensified. I felt utterly alive, exquisitely sexy, and completely consumed by desire.

“After an hour of dancing and toasts, we needed a break from the crowd. You took me by the arm, your grip firm and possessive, and led me down a winding path through the leafy woods to the secluded cove and the old boathouse overlooking the lake. The lights of the vacation cottages twinkled across the water, creating a magical ambiance. We climbed the steps to the top deck, the wooden boats bobbing gently below.

“I leaned over the railing, taking in the scene, and said, ‘It’s so warm, I could just dive in.’ You pulled me back, wrapping your arms around me, your embrace both comforting and intense. You kissed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. ‘Not so fast,’ you murmured, your voice low and husky.

“I pressed back into you, feeling your erection growing larger, straining against your formal trousers. It was an obscene display, yet utterly captivating. I reached behind and squeezed your cock through your trousers, feeling its heat and power against my hand. ‘I can go all day with a wet pussy and no one will know,’ I giggled, “but you, Sir, can’t go back to the party with that fellow standing at attention.’”

“‘Maybe I’m the one that needs to jump in the lake,’ you replied, your voice laced with a playful challenge. “I had a better idea,” I ventured, rising to my feet and turning to face you. With a graceful movement, I pulled a cushion from one of the chairs and knelt before you. Unzipping your pants, I revealed the magnificent view of your hard cock, a glorious sight that immediately ignited my senses. I planted a wet kiss on its tip, tasting the salty anticipation, and knew exactly where this was headed.

“I began to swirl and suck and lick his shaft, kneading it with my right hand while my left hand explored my own wetness beneath my dress. The anticipation built, a crescendo of desire that threatened to overwhelm me. I could feel you arching your back, moaning with pleasure, as you neared the edge of ecstasy.

“‘Jesus, Anne, you are going to make me cum!’ you gasped, your voice strained. ‘Not so fast, big fella,’ I said, my voice husky with pleasure. ‘We aren’t going back to the party until we both get what we came here for.’”

I rose to my feet and turned, leaning back over the railing to survey the scene below. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, I turned back to face you, spreading my legs and hiking my dress up to my waist. Reaching down, I began to finger myself, feeling the heat building within me, feeding the flames of our mutual desire.

“You gladly accepted my invitation, sliding your firm penis into my warm, welcoming slit. Despite your impressive size, the angle was perfect, allowing for maximum pleasure. I could feel you all the way inside, and with my right hand holding the railing and my left busy rubbing my engorged clit, I knew we wouldn’t be long in getting what we came for.

“I remember that we came together, lost in our shared pleasure, and that my little lace panties were barely adequate for post-coital clean up duty. I looked at you, my eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and lingering desire. “Does that help you refresh your recollection, counsel?” I asked, a playful smile gracing my lips.

Tom looked down at his lap, where the cock I love now stood at full mast. “I have an idea,” he said, his voice low and confident. “And you know, a good idea is like an old man’s erection. Once you have one, it must be acted on immediately!”

I laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet evening air. “Let’s take this discussion inside. I don’t want to shock these neighbors.” We spent the rest of the evening in and out of each other's arms, lost in the depths of our passion, our bodies intertwined, our desires unleashed. As the last embers of the sunset faded, we returned to our bed, seeking solace and satisfaction in each other’s embrace. Thirty-five years together, and the heat of our love still burned as brightly as the day we first discovered each other. It was a beautiful thing, this enduring connection, this shared pleasure, and I knew, with absolute certainty, that it would continue to fuel our lives for many years to come.

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