The ferry ride part of my daily commute was when I indulged in introspection — and salacious sexual daydreams.

Lately, I’d been brooding too much about my marriage. I loved my husband, but Roy and I were definitely in a rut. My imagination often ran wild to compensate for the lack of actual sex in my life.

At 32, I still felt sexy and found Roy attractive, but we were failing to connect in the bedroom, mostly because of our bustling careers which kept us too busy and left us exhausted. I remembered the first years of being married, when we’d still behaved like horny young lovers. Now we were an overworked couple who hardly had time to see one another.

The ferryboat takes about 25 minutes to carry cars and passengers across the wide bay. Sometimes I sit in my vehicle. Other times I go up top.

On one recent day I wandered the deck, furtively eyeing the other commuters and seeking out the best to star in my fantasies. Scanning the crowd, I picked out a guy with short blond hair and an athletic build. I let myself wonder what he’d look like naked. I had gotten him mentally out of his suit and was just bringing his cock into a state of enticing hardness when I realized how closely he resembled Roy.

Way to think outside the box, Jen, I rebuked myself and wandered on.

Next, I saw a dashing man in his 40s and pictured us laid out on a soft rug before a fire. We kissed tenderly. He caressed my breasts, and I fondled his balls. The firelight played across his dusky skin as he whispered erotic promises to me. His rock-hard cock assured me he would be able to live up to each of those tempting offers.

But in reality, his appeal ebbed when he got a call and started berating some underling on his cell phone, and I abandoned him — mentally and physically.

As I continued my lascivious window-shopping, I realized I still had plenty of sexual muscle to flex, but circumstances had me in a straitjacket. Maybe I just needed to feel powerful again.

After a few more wanton fantasies, I settled at the railing and gazed out at the bay. My sexual imaginings had gotten me worked up, but of course there was nothing to do about my state on this ferry ride.

“I basked in the extreme pleasure his tongue coaxed from my throbbing clitoris.”

Someone else came to stand at the rail. I snuck a sidelong glance, mostly out of reflex. My eyes widened at the sight of the tall, lean, ferociously handsome man with long dark hair blowing in the wind. He wore an artist’s expression on a model’s chiseled features. He looked wiry and nimble, even just standing there in his leather jacket and jeans.

He was, I realized, the kind of guy I would have pounced on when I was a bit younger. But it wasn’t like I was an old hag. I felt a wave of fresh excitement. My sexual energy was focused and intense. I didn’t imagine myself and this man in some abstract fantasy.

I thought very deliberately and very realistically about taking him down below to the backseat of my car.

Yet when he turned and smiled at me, I froze. His was a dazzling grin full of beauty and poetry — or else I reading way too much into my image of him. But his twinkling blue eyes dispelled my doubt, convincing me of his appeal.

“I’m disappointed you’ve barely checked me out,” he said. “You’ve ogled just about every other guy aboard.” His friendly smile stayed in place, confident and sensual.

I could take my reaction in lots of different directions. I could be affronted. I could say something coy. Or…

I decided to go with “or” and gave him a predatory smile as I said, “If I’d seen you first, I wouldn’t have bothered looking at anyone else. I’d have grabbed you and dragged you downstairs to my car.”

I could barely believe such bold words had passed my lips. I waited for his reply in a state of terrified arousal.

Finally, he said, “I’ve got a van down below, if you’d prefer. We’d have a little more privacy — and a lot more room.”

His words hit me like a shot of adrenaline. As we rushed toward the stairs, I had to keep telling myself this was really happening, that I wasn’t caught up in one of my fantasies. My heart raced and my palms were moist. My soon-to-be lover told me his name was Dirk, and I gave him mine, but that was it for conversation.

His van was as artistic and cool as he seemed to be, with a mural of a dragon painted on the side. No one was around to witness us clambering through the side door, which he quickly pulled shut behind us.

“I sealed my lips over his knob and started dropping my mouth onto his rod.”

The windows were tinted, and a sheet-covered mattress lay in the back. He put on some music. It was like a love machine out of another era, but I didn’t care if it was cheesy. I wanted that man, and I was damned well going to have him!

I grabbed him by the front of his leather jacket and drew him down onto the comfortable bedding with me. I put my mouth hungrily against his, feeling the mild burn of his stubble as it abraded my skin. Matching my eagerness, he kissed me back, letting my tongue toy with his. His lips were soft and sensuous.

He didn’t seem to be in a hurry, but I knew exactly how long we had before we’d hit the dock. I held him tightly, pressing my crotch against his. His bulge was gratifying. I reached down and tugged on his zipper.

His eyes flew wide with delight as I reached in for his cock, but his expression softened on a moan as I started pumping that sweet rod in my fist. He was thrillingly stiff in my hand. I could feel his pulse beating in his staff.

I needed to taste him. I pushed Dirk onto his back and scrambled down his body before working open his jeans. He didn’t have time to fully remove any of his clothes before I shouldered apart his legs, grasped his balls and slathered my tongue all over his swollen cockhead. His whole body jerked. I lapped up a thick bead of pre-come, relishing his unfamiliar taste.

I sealed my lips over his knob and started dropping my mouth onto his rod. The heat and flavor of him filled my senses. I sucked him all the way down, not pausing for niceties. My nose was buried in his dark pubic curls as his head slipped into my throat. I flattened my cheeks in around him and applied some exquisite pleasure, making Dirk groan.

Funky music played on the van’s stereo system as I proceeded to give him a thorough sucking. I was furnishing the man with some first-rate pleasure, but I was in charge of the tempo and the intensity, which gave me a thrill.

Obviously, he liked what I was doing. He writhed on the mattress as I bobbed my head up and down. Underneath my business skirt, my pussy was streaming. I was tempted to keep going and take his load in my mouth, but my body needed more from that beautiful cock.

I sat up, saliva dribbling down my chin. Dirk rose immediately as well. His handsome face was flushed with lust. With blazing eyes, he reached for me, tearing at my buttons and zippers. He wanted me naked. I obliged him, flinging my clothes into a corner. He quickly stripped, too.

He urged me to lie back, then hunkered between my outspread thighs. His face hovered over my pussy, a look of glazed desire overwhelming his features. I felt his hot breath on my moist cunt lips. When his tongue touched me, my body jerked. He lapped at my folds and then speared his tongue inside me. I wriggled excitedly.

I basked in the extreme pleasure his tongue coaxed from my throbbing clitoris. The bliss gathered swiftly within me. He huffed and slurped. Again, I felt the tantalizing graze of his stubble — this time on my most tender flesh. My hips began to buck, as if the right nerve endings had been zapped with electrical juice. I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his long dark hair while mashing my pussy against his mouth.

A sax solo covered my orgasmic cry as I came hard on his face. At least, I hoped the music covered my climactic yelp of triumph — but I wasn’t sure I cared anymore. I had stopped being the respectable wife the moment I’d come down below with this intriguing stranger.

Dirk rose from between my legs, face shiny and split by a dazed grin. He crawled toward me, his cock waggling. I kept my legs spread, wanting to feel him deep inside me. Dirk positioned himself above me, his cock poised at my dripping entrance. When he hesitated, I raised my eyebrows. In a quavering voice, he asked, “Is it okay to fuck you now?”

He was waiting for permission! I could hardly believe this was happening. All the power I’d felt I’d been lacking lately was now being presented to me on a hot, virile, masculine platter.

“Put that cock into me,” I told him, grinning.

Dirk jammed himself home. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. Every limb and muscle flexed with ease. I felt utterly alive. His cock reamed my pussy, urging pleasure from every cell in my body. We rocked together on the mattress. Distantly, I heard the van’s shocks squealing. Was anybody out there on the vehicle deck to see? I didn’t care.

He’d started out slow, so I encouraged him to pick up the pace. We were running out of time. I knew my next climax would be so intense it would drain me — and I craved it with every bit of my being. He fucked me faster. Soon he was pounding my pussy violently, and I heard and felt every impact of our colliding bodies.

I threw my arms around his neck and clutched him tighter. I pulled his mouth onto mine, sampling my pussy juice and giving him a fading taste of his own cock. In the midst of that filthy kiss, my climax overtook me, and I thrashed underneath him. In the same instant his hot load spurted deep inside me, adding to my bliss.

I shook and shivered and cried out, then fell limply to the mattress.

We laughed and kissed once more and after a hasty good-bye, I climbed out of his van and sprinted to my car as the ferry docked. I didn’t care who saw me running with my clothing disheveled and my heels in my hand, grinning like crazy. I felt fabulous.

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