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My Blow Job Cruise of Manhattan  

rm_morriganXX 49F
24 posts
9/14/2014 5:01 pm
My Blow Job Cruise of Manhattan

I do enjoy a man in a uniform! Something formal, maybe one of those dress uniforms military men sport in a parade. Derrick has been threatening to get a set of Marine Dress Blues… he would not regret doing so.

We had gone on a ‘Sex Cruise’ around Manhattan during a One Leg Up event. The cruise just didn’t work out for us, which is why you have not read a blog about it; however, I did get to know Captain Dan. What I remembered most about him, though a slight haze of alcohol, was that crisp set of Dress Whites he was sporting. Had he not been somewhat preoccupied piloting his seventy foot plus vessel about Manhattan Harbor (an impressive feat made more so when one considers there were any number of attractive couples copulating around him), I would have done something that would have pissed off my father… again!

A few weeks later Captain Dan and I had a date. We met at some upscale bar in Mid Town. Seeing him in his civvies was something of a disappointment. I wasn’t drunk (yet) and without that delightful captains outfit on, he was just a little mundane looking. He reminded me of a middle aged Frank Sinatra, a man who moved woman to tears two generations ago, but had never done anything for me.

The good Captain and I had a wonderful evening. He bought me up to speed on his love life, a girl in every port and a more permanent woman in Finland, who was turned on by his flandering. We ate, drank and were merry. Our departure was filled with a series of near French style kisses and a nicely delivered but ultimately rejected invitation to enjoy the rest of the evening on his yacht, parked conveniently in Lower Manhattan on the Hudson River.

Derrick and I had done some traveling during the next several months, much of it tropical. At each port of call I would send him a provocative photo of me sitting on a beach with the greeting “Hi Captain Dan” etched out in the sand. I’d accompany that with the question “Guess where I am” and a few horrible vague clues. His guesses were as abysmal as my clues.

While I had no intention of sleeping with him, I certainly was sending a pretty incendiary message. Maybe I was simply enjoying fucking with him… maybe deep inside I did want to have sex with him. Sometimes I just don’t know what is going in my own head. I’m not terribly comfortable admitting that!

A few weeks ago, he invited me to a small gathering he was having on the yacht. I was pretty ambivalent about going and decided to attend literally at the last minute. I wasn’t feeling sexy. I threw on a fairly modest (though tight fitting) dress and a pair of ‘don’t fuck me pumps.’
Captain Dan greeted me at the dock and made the proper amount of fuss, apparently miss reading my ‘don’t fuck me’ pumps. Already on board were another couple and a woman named Sharon. The couple retired quickly after I arrived, leaving Captain Dan, Sharon and I to keep things bright.

It was a beautiful evening with a very interesting sky. Wine flowed as we watched the broken clouds turn from pink to red to… grey! We had just enough time to collect the full and partially full bottles of wine, a plate of vegetables and our glasses before the sky made his beautiful wooden yacht all wet.

We reconvened in the… what do you call a living room in a sailing ship? It was small, full of cushions and hot. After minutes of silly conversation, Sharon leaned over and pulled Captain Dan’s shorts off! A bold move, I thought. It was moments before his cock was in her mouth. Immediately thinking of Derrick (I am always thinking of that man!), I excavated my purse for my IPhone and took a few snaps. She was pleased and even mugged for the camera. Captain Dan was thrilled that anyone would want to take a photograph of his junk. Did I mention that he is a guy?

I have to say that though I was telling myself that I wasn’t turned on, in retrospect, it was kind of erotic. It was then that I realized that in my less than enthusiastic preparation for this affair, I gave scant attention to my undergarment. My mom may have felt sexy wearing the panties I had donned a few hours before, but they were not my typical standard for such a protocol. I quickly excused myself and dashed off to the bathroom… no, the head I was corrected multiple times. Once safely alone, I discarded the sexually offending wear in a cabinet and rejoined the party.

Shortly after alighting, Sharon suggested that I should get some more appropriate photos for my husband. “I think he’d like to see you in these?” It was hard to argue with her and Derrick LOVES these kinds of images, especially when they are from an impromptu setting.
Sharon grabbed my hand and put it on Captain Dan’s proud penius. It was a nice size unit… really nice size with a great shape. Yes gentlemen, we do judge your junk (we also talk with our friends about it too!). As soon as I had a handful of Dan, Sharon began taking pictures. “Move your hand to the left so he will be able to see your ring,” she guided.

After what seemed like a few minutes of pleasurable stroking, I had an odd hankering to put this thing into my mouth. “Wait, stop half way down the shaft, let me get a picture.” Sharon was now directing my blow job! This was a first. “Ok, deep throat it,” she encouraged.
With a bit of an effort, I did just that. Dan moaned his enjoyment and Sharon just kept shooting away. Had she used the flash the pictures would have been legible. I knew it was going to take a few Photoshop sessions to make them reasonable clear.

“How about some boob action?” I unzipped the side of my dress and Captain Dan proceeded to lightly kiss my right nipple. Sharon didn’t miss a move. “Now it’s time to kiss.” I imagined that this was what a porn actress had to put up with. Sharon was just a little bossy.
He was a good<b> kisser </font></b>and I played with his stuff.

At this point, we began uploading the photo’s already taken to Derricks email account. Knowing that he wouldn’t see them until the morning, I rang him up on the phone.

“Hey,” he opened, “are you having a nice time?”
Small talk he was looking for! I hadn’t time for that. “Go look at your emails, I can’t talk now.” I hung up.
As I later found out, Derrick was a horny puddle at that point. He did as he was told and spent the rest of the evening in a stupor.

As far as Derrick is concerned, that was the end of the story. I told him that Sharon took over blow job duties and gave Dan the happy ending he was so needing… but that was not how the evening ended. Derrick will not know the ‘rest of the story’ until he reads this! I am such a cunt at times!!!

While kissing the good Captain, I began wondering what his throbbing member would feel like in me. So… I hiked up my skirt and slipped him in! He felt wonderful… really wonderful! Wonderful enough for me to use two explanation points in successive sentences! And there I go again!

My largess was rewarded with my own happy ending while he shot an unprotected load in me. Sometimes I feel like such a slut.

Well, I am going to post this and ask Derrick to give it a read… will he be pissed? If you don’t get a follow up post on this, you can make the call.


NJGUY08090 57M
4306 posts
9/14/2014 6:24 pm

I got to get a boat again they make women wild


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