She rushed back to her house to change and I went to mine to do the same. I cleaned out the picnic basket and rinsed out the beer cans for recycling and headed for the bedroom. I laid out a fresh change of clothes which consisted of a pair of cargo shorts, sandals and a knit, short-sleeved, three-button pull over shirt. I got in the shower and lathered myself from head to toe with a new scented shower gel. When I shut off the water and reached past the shower curtain for the towel on the towel rack, the towel appeared in my hand. Divi was back already. She said, “Oh my God. I love that scent. What is it?” I took the towel from her and then handed out the bottle of shower gel. When I pulled back the curtain, she was inhaling deeply from the open bottle.
Divi was dressed more elegantly than I had planned. Way sexier too. She wore a leather crème colored mini-skirt with a slightly transparent teal blue silk blouse displaying a black bra beneath. She wore a pair of sexy high heeled platform shoes. She’d let her black hair hang loose framing her beautiful face and her eyes seemed even larger than normal and then I realized that she had eye makeup on. She’d put on lipstick too. She was beyond gorgeous and my dick rose to salute her beauty. Divi giggled as she watched my cock rise from completely flaccid to full hard-on. I didn’t try to hide it. I was hoping maybe she could do something about it. She didn’t make a move except to grab the towel from my hands and dried me off as she complained that we were going to be late. She giggled as she ran the towel between my thighs and wrapped the towel around my cock and pretended to dry it off as she jerked it up and down a few times. Then she pulled the towel off and leaned in and kissed my glans and then looked up at my face and gave me a coquettish smile.
Divi collected my clothes that I’d laid out and brought them to the bathroom. I dressed and thought, ‘So what if I look like a slob next to Divi.’ I had a sneaky feeling that neither of us would be dressed for long anyway. Regardless, Divi would be a hit.
It was eight o’clock when we pushed off the dock. The sun was creeping closer to the horizon. It was big and bright orange in color. I thought, ‘Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. It would be a nice day tomorrow.’ By the time we rounded the point I could see that Rita was correct. There were several boats rafted up to each other secured to the dock. I tied up to the outermost pontoon boat and a man appeared to help. He introduced himself as ‘Frank’. He was older than I had assumed Rita was. I guessed he was mid-fifties. He shook my hand but he didn’t take his eyes off Divi. I introduced her and he took her hand in both of his and then turned her hand over and kissed her palm as Divi giggled. We went up the sloping yard to his house.
There were several couples milling around the bar and kitchen. Like every house-party I’d ever been to, everyone congregated in the kitchen and spilled over to the small dining room. Conversations stopped when Frank ushered us into the living room. I could almost feel them thinking, ‘Fresh meat.’ The men were ogling Divi and one of the wives laughed and said, “Jesus Max. Close your mouth. You’re drooling.” That broke everyone else up as the room burst into laughter. Divi had a confused look on her face as she didn’t understand what had happened. She blushed red and grabbed my arm and clung to me as we were introduced to everyone. The others were introduced to us but I didn’t remember any of their names other than Frank and Rita.